Chapter 207
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But things were still far from ok as his sleep was far from untroubled. Every few minutes he would take a deep breath and let it out with a shudder, moaning and wincing, then he would mumble unintelligibly, whether in English of Antares, it didn’t matter, they couldn’t make out what he was saying, anyway. In between, his breathing visibly relaxed, but not for long. Each time this happened, Maria would raise her face from his hair and look up worriedly at him, then back into his hair again with a disappointed sigh. He lay with his arms upwards, one hugging the pillow to his face, and the other forearm had Maria’s breasts pressed on it as she sat slumped on the floor at the top of the bed with his hand captured in both of hers. They had all tried to get her on the bed as they all were, but Maria wasn’t budging. His position was also kind of unusual : since he had stretched out on his belly, he hadn’t moved at all, he hadn’t done his typical snuggle shifting his hips just a tad sideways. Also easily, two hours plus had passed since they arrived at the room, they went over their questions, Liz and Stuart’s evaluation, Sylvia and Javi brought supper, they ate, Stuart and Isabel’s errand, getting him on the drip, a little extra debate. And his next snuggle, turning his face the other way and his hips a little on the opposite direction, hadn’t happened either. Isabel broke the silence.
- Maria, would you mind if we all stayed here tonight with him? - She was asking her permission!
- Well, in the condition he’s in, no way we’re having sex, and we won’t see him in almost four days, so sure, of course, ok…- Maria ended with a gasp.
- What’s wrong? - Isabel’s eyes opened wide in alarm.
- The chopper! We forgot to tell the pilot the change of date! - Her eyes were wide open too.
- Relax! I did, I called him immediately after you discovered the holiday. - Serena smiled as Maria and the rest sighed relieved.
- I had a call too. Jesse won’t be back in Roswell again for about two weeks. He keeps getting these out of town gigs rather frequently lately. He insists dad is sending him, but I think he’s asking for them and dad is just complying, hoping distance will bring us together, or not. Maybe rather not, as they never liked the idea of my marrying him, remember? - She scoffed.
- So if you don’t mind, Maria, I’ll stay here with him or I’ll go nuts while you guys are in school. -
- Sure, lucky you! - Maria nodded with a wistful smile.
Suddenly, Stuart jumped up and stood there looking fixedly at Michael. They all did the same not knowing what to expect.
- What the hell is that? - Stuart frowned.
Michael’s back was getting criss-crossed in every direction with angry red marks that died down to silver running down from his shoulders to his thighs, the new brands on his butt going completely silver too. Everyone was staring wide eyed and open mouthed at the inexplicable scene unfolding before their eyes. Except Serena, who just stared, shaking her head and frowning.
- That is what’s causing his present condition. You’re seeing the scars from
all the wounds he took in his short life. It’s probably the drip that’s purifying his system, and has activated his alien protective mechanism, which is overcoming the damage he sustained, even if Zan healed them. The pain they caused him to suffer until they were healed can never be forgotten. These happened during a period of about twelve to thirteen years and Michael just went through them in what Liz has calculated to be less than 48 hours! His body is in a pain overload! After the appearance of each scar, when they turn silver, shows he has been able to overcome the injury. Watch! - She exclaimed as the first one to appear started fading.
One by one they almost faded, leaving just a barely visible mark to remind him where they had been. They watched him helplessly, as he writhed, winced and moaned, suffering yet again each wound individually as they struck him, and then released him. When the last faded, only the ones belonging to just Michael stayed the same, except for the brands on his butt that belonged to both worlds, and were now silver reminders of his other life when he was Zan and Vilandra’s boy toy. They could easily pass for tattoos. Michael gave a whimper that ended in a sob, and shivered. Then he snuggled and they knew he was back to almost normal. Smiles, nods and sighs filled the room as they settled for the night. Stuart suggested that since Uncle Derek’s chopper had a stretcher for emergencies, maybe they would be able to take Michael all the way back to his room at Laurie’s, with the help of the pilot, when he came to pick them up, if the boy still wasn’t up to it. It was a great idea, which still they hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.
- I’ll walk! - Announced Michael surprising everyone.
- We’ll see, Spaceboy, you need to rest and sleep to make that come true. -
Maria finally got up and let go of Michael’s hand. He groaned as he stretched his arm down, parallel to his body, but kept the other one hugging the pillow. Maria spooned into his side, holding his arm again against her breast and laid her cheek on his shoulder. Her legs twined around his needle-free thigh, drawing it to her, and he snuggled again, his other thigh protesting, as he eased his growing erection.
- Sorry, babe, none of that, ok? I promise you one hell of full action nights the next weekend, I swear. - Another snuggle plus a growl from him. - Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. Ok, then, relax or I’ll stay away from you! -
She threatened, but it was easier said than done. She thought of a solution which though not direct, might do the trick, remembering Illimar. She started rubbing his back with lazy circles, and feather soft kisses where she could, as he pushed against her and purred. She was careful not to wander lower than the small of his back for obvious reasons, specially in Michael’s case, and soon she had him sleeping again.
Some of the power of Rath-Michael had definitely rubbed on him, cause though Maria couldn’t possibly dream walk, and Michael supposedly could, but wasn’t too good at it, she was being drawn into his dreamworld. Their close connection may have caused him to get her idea of Illimar’s techniques, and he was letting her put it in practice and making it work. Whatever it was, she was there, and enjoying it thoroughly.
They were in this beautiful tropical beach, making out on the shore as the cool water kept washing over their sun warmed bodies. Maria’s hands were wandering down his back, and realizing he was naked, she presumed she was so too. He was so ready for her, but though she looked around over his shoulder and the place was apparently deserted, she was afraid someone might wander by and discover them. She was completely covered by Michael’s body on top of her, but still she wasn’t comfortable. She pulled away from his caressing lips and expressed her fears.
“Michael, what if someone comes…”
“No one will unless you summon them, we’re having a wet dream, remember?” He smirked in that sexy way of his.
“I’m afraid I might unwittingly do it, so if it’s our dream why don’t we go to a more private place?” She suggested.
“I like it here!” He whined, like a little boy.
“I have an idea! You’ll love it!” She heard him give a childlike whine again. “Wait!” But he was too late, they were already gone.
They were now inside a cave, by the seaside, accessible only by water, as the natural pool beside them proved, filling and receding slightly with the tide. They lay on this sandy beach, barely big enough for the two of them at the back of the cave. The rocky roof was full of cracks, their width let just enough sunshine creep in to keep them warm, and lit the place with a sensual glow.
The sound of the water in constant motion was hypnotic, and she only had to reach over to bring a refreshing handful and pour it on his back. Michael gasped and shivered at the unexpected but not totally unpleasant coolness. It made him slide deeper into her and into himself, as they were playing their game.
“C’mon Spaceboy, do just what you want to feel! Fuck me and fuck yourself! WOW! This is awesome!” She screamed and her words echoed all around them. Her pointy fingernails were digging into his ass, making a crescent of smaller crescents around the brands.
“That’s it! These will be MY brands! Use whatever powers you have to make them stay! DO IT!” She ordered.
Maria felt Michael’s flesh burning under her fingertips as Michael grunted and went rock hard too. When he relaxed, the burning had stopped, and she felt her sharp long nails pulling out of him. He hissed and tightened again. Then she passed her fingertips over the spots they had just vacated and felt unerringly the marks she had left.
“Yes, they’re there to stay.” Michael confirmed in a husky voice.
“I want to see!” She pushed him to slide from under him, but he held her down.
“You’ll see them after we finish. They’ll still be there. They’re not going away, ever. I belong to you too.” His voice had this deep growling quality that made her shiver, making him shiver too.
“Michael…” She whispered as his lips covered hers.
He started moving in and out of her just like he liked it done to him, driving her nuts with the pleasure she was sending back to him. He felt each thrust he gave, burying just as deep into him. He used his powers to raise the sand under her, raising her hips so he could easily access her g-spot, with the exact effect on him.
“Maria!” He growled as he couldn’t hold it back anymore and started coming, knowing it was her own orgasm that had got him there too.
The water lapping softly against the side of their private personal beach, made the alien aftermath indescribably out of both worlds, Earth and Antar alike. Every little squrm Maria did, bounced right back into him. Nothing like a Maria-Michael alien sex! He loved her game and what it did to him. The double fuck drove him wild, and he knew his clenching and spasming also bounced back into her. Maria shifted under him and before he could warn her, he felt himself slipping out.
“Ohhh, shit!” He groaned, hating the emptiness.
“Sorry…but dream or no dream it’s realistic enough to get me a little cramped…big boy!” Maria jokingly complained.
“I don’t want to get up yet…” He whined as he pushed up just enough for her to slide from under him.
“Neither do I.” She assured him, placing her hand on the small of his back as she pushed him back down. “Let me see first.”
He heard her gasp and then her hands covered the brands on his ass. She raised one off of him and he heard the soft sound of water. She splashed the cool liquid on both brands, forgetting it was salty until he hissed and shuddered as her brands on him were fresh.
“WOW!” She exclaimed, staring at the crescent of nail marks going halfway around under the silver brands. “Wait! This is still not right! Why should they be under them? They should be over them! Or better still, all around them!”
“Maria!” Michael protested, knowing her intentions.
Too late! Maria drove her nails this time from her present position between his thighs, making a new set, this time over Zan and Vilandra’s brands, completely surrounding them. Michael buried his face in his arms, first gritting his teeth, then biting his forearm hard enough to draw blood, grunting as she released him. She cupped some water in her hand and washed away the bloody marks. The second rinsing made them froth, like peroxide and she knew it was the salty condition of the water. Michael gave a violent shudder and moaned, as a third rinse gave her a perfect view.
“There! Now you’re really mine! And I have them completely surrounded!” She giggled. “Alright, do your thing and make them stay too. I want to see them when I wake up!”
“You will, trust me…” Michael whispered, swallowing hard.
The new set of twenty small crescents completely surrounding the silver ones started glowing an angry red, and Maria could swear they were smoking. Then they died down to just blood red, and Michael started relaxing, also taking a deep breath. Until then, she hadn’t noticed how hard his body had gone.
Maria, now absolutely satisfied, lay on her side between him and the back of the rocky wall, pressing into his body, as she felt herself joining him in his new state of unconsciousness. Maria woke up to find the room eerily light by the candles on the two and a half remaining shelves. The bathroom door had done away with part of the right side wall. She gazed around to see what looked like a staged tableau in its similarity : Liz was lying back on Max’s chest, Isabel likewise on Stuart’s and Laurie lay side by side with Kyle, her head on his shoulder. Serena lay by Michael’s other side, her head resting on Michael’s flexed arm which was holding the pillow to his face. The room was spangled in shadows which gave it a ghostly quality. Maria shook her head as she talked to herself in faint whispers.
- Hell of a dream! What did I eat? Ohhh! - She suddenly remembered and jumped up in the bed. Small sounds of protest greeted her around the enlarged bed, but no one woke up. Maria froze and waited for them to settle down again. Then she slowly turned towards Michael’s ass, not very hopeful. When her eyes reached their destiny, she had to clamp both her hands over her mouth to stop the scream. Her marks were there! Just like Michael had promised! She had to touch them! Her hands cupped the round, a little too hot globes, feeling responsible for the increase in heat, and mouthed : “Holy shit! I…he…we did it!” As Michael pushed up grinding into her hands in his sleep, and smirked.
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Chapter 208
Soft knocks on the door woke them up as Sylvia brought them breakfast. Serena was up in a second and went to get the tray. Sylvia’s smiling face handed her one, which Serena passed on to Stuart, who was right beside her. Then Sylvia received another tray from someone to her left who stayed out sight, and she guessed it was Javi. Sylvia peeked inside the room.
- Everything ok? - She was still intrigued about last night, specially since she had seen Michael totally out, on the bed and he was still the same. Of course she had to notice. - What’s that on his ass? Tattoos? -
Isabel walked up to the door, taking advantage of her height, towering in front of Sylvia, and as kindly as she could, she handled the situation.
- Yeah, he had those done yesterday at the mall, and he was a little sore after them, he’ll be ok when he wakes up. Thank you so much. - And as politely as possible, she closed the door.
- That was close. - She said checking out her watch. - It’s 6am, I suggest you have your breakfast and run over to get dressed and ready. -
- Steve is picking you up at 7 sharp and he’s very punctual. - Serena informed them.
Maria took advantage of the crowd focusing on breakfast to try getting Michael’s shorts on, gaining some time, like say, perhaps four days before she had to explain about her marks. Isabel, of course, would probably find out sooner, so she was hoping for a briefing over the phone. Liz, seeing Maria was busy, helpfully brought her best friend a mug of coffee to the bed. She padded quietly, barefoot, and Maria didn’t hear her approaching.
- What happened to him? - Liz exclaimed loudly, and Maria jumped up, startled, almost drenching her in the hot liquid.
Everyone was there in scarcely a couple of seconds, staring at Michael just like they had yesterday. Maria was blushing to her hairline. Max reached down and passed his finger over the circle of nailmarks framing his brand and looked at Isabel who did the same right after him around her brand. She shrugged, lost for words, and it had to be Kyle who gave Maria away.
- Maria, are you alright? - The second he noticed her colour.
- I…well, you know? He sort of needed…Hmmm…Ok, I did it! - She admitted, not able to face them and keeping her eyes on her masterpiece.
She could feel all their eyes on her. Everyone’s finger, one after the other, touched the circles of small scars, wondering what had made Maria do something like that, and how come they were also silver. In a hushed, low voice, Maria told them what had happened, almost to the last detail, following the “no secrets” policy they had recently adopted. She only left out her reason for completing the circle, not wanting to sound arrogant.
The many hands touching his hot and sore ass, one after the other, had Michael stirring. Knowing the time, it was considered a miracle.
- Maria? - He whispered after a grunt.
- I’m here, baby. -
- Maria, we have to tell…- His voice deep with sleep.
- It’s ok, they know. - Maria glared at them, daring them to reprimand her in front of him.
- Maria…it’s just that…maybe you should have talked it out with us before you decided to do it…- Maria could tell Max was seething, but was also trying hard to stay under control.
Isabel just stood there with a disbelieving look in her eyes.
- It was a dream! I didn’t think it would really happen! Would you? I couldn’t believe it when I woke up and saw they were there for real! - Maria had grown defensive.
- Hey, they’re on my ass, and I approve, so what’s the problem? - Michael was sounding upset.
- No problem, man, it just took us by surprise, those are royal Antares brands and as far as I know, they weren’t meant to be framed…by a human one…you know…- Max didn’t want to pick a fight with Michael, not now.
- How could they be royal if you weren’t royal? They could only be royal because they were on me, not because of you. You’re not making sense. -
Max opened his mouth to retaliate but found nothing to say that could contend with what Michael had just clarified.
Isabel took Maria in a gentle hug and kissed her forehead.
- It’s ok. I’m ok with it. Now, you better eat something and go get ready. You too, Max. - Isabel resumed her bossy role with Max and shut him up.
She went to sit by Michael and placed her hands over both brands, gently feeling their texture. They all finished having their breakfast, with quick glances at Isabel and Michael. Then they rushed out in a body, without crossing a single word. After they left, Isabel turned to Serena.
- That was weird. Not even a goodbye, specially for Michael from Maria? -
- She’ll come before she leaves…- Whispered Michael sleepily.
- They asked me to tell the chopper to pick them up right here instead of at Laurie’s. - Serena smiled.
- Oh, I see. - Isabel said dryly.
- Are you really ok with this? - Serena asked her doubtfully.
- Yes! No…I don’t know. - She rolled her eyes.
- Izzy, please…- Michael sounded and was half asleep.
- Michael...I’m really trying here, please, just go to sleep and let me find a way to deal with it. -
- Not until Maria comes and kisses me goodbye. - She laughed at the babyish way he said it. - I love you Izzy. Thanks for staying with me. -
This time, his deep voice gave her shivers. He was right. They were the arrogant ones pretending they owned a true Royal Blooded just because they had branded him with their seals. They meant nothing except for the place where they had been burnt on. How could they possibly own him? He was the true heir, he was the best and the bravest warlord that had ever existed in the galaxy, and they pretended to claim they owned him because they had forced their meaningless seals on his Royal skin? Talk about arrogance! They really had a nerve! But try to get that through Max’s thick skull! “He was the king, and he knew what he was doing and no one had the right to such insolence directed to his person!” Oh yeah, yadda yadda yadda…that was King Zan…and where was his kingdom now? As far away from him as it could possibly be, thanks to his stupid behaviour! Thank you Max, try not to sink any deeper or you’ll choke to death! Isabel didn’t know how long she had been mentally berating her retard of a brother, when the gang started flocking back in. Maria approached the bed and Isabel went to Max to give her some privacy. She noticed Max was livid, his face looked peaked. Liz was looking everywhere except at her, her eyes evading hers at all costs. Max walked up to her and pulled her to a side.
- I got that, Isabel. Do you really think that way? What’s wrong with you? - Max bit off the words, finding it extremely hard to get them out of his mouth.
- What do you think? Grow up, Max. We can’t possibly own Michael. We’re totally out of his league. Your delusions of grandeur simply don’t fit you. It’s quite clear I was innocent, mindwarped by your precious wife. But you? What can you say for yourself? Are you going to hide behind your jealousy? Cause that’s what blinded you and gave Khivar his chance! - The sound of the helicopter was a blessing in disguise.
- This isn’t over Isabel. - Max stared at her with a coldness in his eyes that she had only seen on rare occasions and Michael always ended paying for the consequences.
She had a few days to think of a way to get out of this mess her big mouth had got her into, and hopefully, Serena was the catalyst to bring everything back to normal. What they considered normal, at least, mostly for Michael's sake.
Soft knocks on the door woke them up as Sylvia brought them breakfast. Serena was up in a second and went to get the tray. Sylvia’s smiling face handed her one, which Serena passed on to Stuart, who was right beside her. Then Sylvia received another tray from someone to her left who stayed out sight, and she guessed it was Javi. Sylvia peeked inside the room.
- Everything ok? - She was still intrigued about last night, specially since she had seen Michael totally out, on the bed and he was still the same. Of course she had to notice. - What’s that on his ass? Tattoos? -
Isabel walked up to the door, taking advantage of her height, towering in front of Sylvia, and as kindly as she could, she handled the situation.
- Yeah, he had those done yesterday at the mall, and he was a little sore after them, he’ll be ok when he wakes up. Thank you so much. - And as politely as possible, she closed the door.
- That was close. - She said checking out her watch. - It’s 6am, I suggest you have your breakfast and run over to get dressed and ready. -
- Steve is picking you up at 7 sharp and he’s very punctual. - Serena informed them.
Maria took advantage of the crowd focusing on breakfast to try getting Michael’s shorts on, gaining some time, like say, perhaps four days before she had to explain about her marks. Isabel, of course, would probably find out sooner, so she was hoping for a briefing over the phone. Liz, seeing Maria was busy, helpfully brought her best friend a mug of coffee to the bed. She padded quietly, barefoot, and Maria didn’t hear her approaching.
- What happened to him? - Liz exclaimed loudly, and Maria jumped up, startled, almost drenching her in the hot liquid.
Everyone was there in scarcely a couple of seconds, staring at Michael just like they had yesterday. Maria was blushing to her hairline. Max reached down and passed his finger over the circle of nailmarks framing his brand and looked at Isabel who did the same right after him around her brand. She shrugged, lost for words, and it had to be Kyle who gave Maria away.
- Maria, are you alright? - The second he noticed her colour.
- I…well, you know? He sort of needed…Hmmm…Ok, I did it! - She admitted, not able to face them and keeping her eyes on her masterpiece.
She could feel all their eyes on her. Everyone’s finger, one after the other, touched the circles of small scars, wondering what had made Maria do something like that, and how come they were also silver. In a hushed, low voice, Maria told them what had happened, almost to the last detail, following the “no secrets” policy they had recently adopted. She only left out her reason for completing the circle, not wanting to sound arrogant.
The many hands touching his hot and sore ass, one after the other, had Michael stirring. Knowing the time, it was considered a miracle.
- Maria? - He whispered after a grunt.
- I’m here, baby. -
- Maria, we have to tell…- His voice deep with sleep.
- It’s ok, they know. - Maria glared at them, daring them to reprimand her in front of him.
- Maria…it’s just that…maybe you should have talked it out with us before you decided to do it…- Maria could tell Max was seething, but was also trying hard to stay under control.
Isabel just stood there with a disbelieving look in her eyes.
- It was a dream! I didn’t think it would really happen! Would you? I couldn’t believe it when I woke up and saw they were there for real! - Maria had grown defensive.
- Hey, they’re on my ass, and I approve, so what’s the problem? - Michael was sounding upset.
- No problem, man, it just took us by surprise, those are royal Antares brands and as far as I know, they weren’t meant to be framed…by a human one…you know…- Max didn’t want to pick a fight with Michael, not now.
- How could they be royal if you weren’t royal? They could only be royal because they were on me, not because of you. You’re not making sense. -
Max opened his mouth to retaliate but found nothing to say that could contend with what Michael had just clarified.
Isabel took Maria in a gentle hug and kissed her forehead.
- It’s ok. I’m ok with it. Now, you better eat something and go get ready. You too, Max. - Isabel resumed her bossy role with Max and shut him up.
She went to sit by Michael and placed her hands over both brands, gently feeling their texture. They all finished having their breakfast, with quick glances at Isabel and Michael. Then they rushed out in a body, without crossing a single word. After they left, Isabel turned to Serena.
- That was weird. Not even a goodbye, specially for Michael from Maria? -
- She’ll come before she leaves…- Whispered Michael sleepily.
- They asked me to tell the chopper to pick them up right here instead of at Laurie’s. - Serena smiled.
- Oh, I see. - Isabel said dryly.
- Are you really ok with this? - Serena asked her doubtfully.
- Yes! No…I don’t know. - She rolled her eyes.
- Izzy, please…- Michael sounded and was half asleep.
- Michael...I’m really trying here, please, just go to sleep and let me find a way to deal with it. -
- Not until Maria comes and kisses me goodbye. - She laughed at the babyish way he said it. - I love you Izzy. Thanks for staying with me. -
This time, his deep voice gave her shivers. He was right. They were the arrogant ones pretending they owned a true Royal Blooded just because they had branded him with their seals. They meant nothing except for the place where they had been burnt on. How could they possibly own him? He was the true heir, he was the best and the bravest warlord that had ever existed in the galaxy, and they pretended to claim they owned him because they had forced their meaningless seals on his Royal skin? Talk about arrogance! They really had a nerve! But try to get that through Max’s thick skull! “He was the king, and he knew what he was doing and no one had the right to such insolence directed to his person!” Oh yeah, yadda yadda yadda…that was King Zan…and where was his kingdom now? As far away from him as it could possibly be, thanks to his stupid behaviour! Thank you Max, try not to sink any deeper or you’ll choke to death! Isabel didn’t know how long she had been mentally berating her retard of a brother, when the gang started flocking back in. Maria approached the bed and Isabel went to Max to give her some privacy. She noticed Max was livid, his face looked peaked. Liz was looking everywhere except at her, her eyes evading hers at all costs. Max walked up to her and pulled her to a side.
- I got that, Isabel. Do you really think that way? What’s wrong with you? - Max bit off the words, finding it extremely hard to get them out of his mouth.
- What do you think? Grow up, Max. We can’t possibly own Michael. We’re totally out of his league. Your delusions of grandeur simply don’t fit you. It’s quite clear I was innocent, mindwarped by your precious wife. But you? What can you say for yourself? Are you going to hide behind your jealousy? Cause that’s what blinded you and gave Khivar his chance! - The sound of the helicopter was a blessing in disguise.
- This isn’t over Isabel. - Max stared at her with a coldness in his eyes that she had only seen on rare occasions and Michael always ended paying for the consequences.
She had a few days to think of a way to get out of this mess her big mouth had got her into, and hopefully, Serena was the catalyst to bring everything back to normal. What they considered normal, at least, mostly for Michael's sake.
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Chapter 209
The helicopter was driving both Isabel and Serena nuts. The whole room was shaking with the roar of the engine, the vibrations making the melted candles fall one by one to the floor. Serena could almost see the branches of the trees tearing off from the trunks. Why the hell didn’t they take off? The answer to her question came with the chorus of voices merging with the noise.
- Mariaaaa…!-
Isabel and Serena turned to the bed to find Maria, her lower body slumped on the floor by the bed, and her upper wrapped in Michael’s arms, deaf to the world in their kiss. Isabel and Serena looked at each other and rolled their eyes in dismay. Isabel rushed towards the passionate couple and grabbed Maria’s arm, shaking it roughly. Maria, in the most exasperating slow motion, broke the kiss, opened her eyes, and turned her face towards her. She gave Isabel a languid look that asked why the hell she had been interrupted.
- The pilot has a schedule to meet! They’re waiting for you! - Isabel had to scream to be heard.
She watched Maria’s mouth go “Ohhh!”. She gave Michael a peck on the lips, mouthed a “Bye” as she got up, and was grabbed by the back of the neck of her t-shirt by the unnerved alien girl, who dragged her to the door.
There she shoved her towards the chopper and watched her duck as she entered it, to be received by their impatient friends who gave her hell for the long wait. The pilot took off and disappeared in the early morning sky.
Isabel returned to the room and went straight to Michael.
- You ok? - Squeezing his available thigh.
Michael snuggled and gave a low “Mmm” with a wince for all answer as he went back to sleep.
“Finally peace!” Isabel thought, sighing.
She sat on the bed by Michael, absently placing her hand over her brand circled by Maria’s. A pleasant tingling met her hand and she had to admit they were both together in this. She thought of the other brand, Max’s framed by Maria’s…she knew they had had a threesome, but it had been a “heat of the moment” thing, totally unplanned, even Liz was there…Liz! No, she didn’t feel like pursuing that for the moment.
Serena, Laurie and Stuart came in with trays of breakfast. She had thought Serena was in the bathroom. Stuart went straight to Michael and found him quite well : hardly any painful responses, his temperature was his normal 99.3, so he presumed he’d be up and about by the time he woke up.
But for the time being, Michael was out of question, so they had their breakfast together, and after a quick last minute check up, to make sure Michael was holding up, Stuart left for the hospital and Laurie for school.
Serena and Isabel took turns taking a shower and waited for Michael to come around. Isabel was fidgeting with her hands in a way that told Serena she desperately wanted to talk but didn’t know where to start.
- Well, since I think we’ll be here for a while, how about a girl to girl chat? - Asked Serena, hoping that would get Isabel started.
- Great! Yes, well…- Isabel jumped for it, but she didn’t want to sound that eager. - There are some things I’ve been wanting to ask you…-
- Shoot! Go right ahead. - Serena gave her and encouraging smile.
- It’s real hard, you know…- She sighed and shook her head. - Ok, how can I put it…I’m absolutely mystified by this thing about Michael…let’s begin with the homo side, so I can put it behind. - She scoffed. - Yeah, I wish…-
- What about it? - Surprisingly, Serena didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
- From the first time I saw Max and Michael together, I thought it was an alien thing, cause neither of them could be gay! Max had a years’ long crush on Liz and Michael…he didn’t go for any girl that I can remember, but gay? No, not him from my experience. Then he started this thing with Maria and I was sure he was straight. So the thing with Max was definitely alien. No other possible explanation. Uh uh. Then comes the thing with Kyle, and Stuart! They swear they’re not gay, that it’s just Michael! How can that be? That night I dreamwalked Stuart, it was so weird, he was drooling over Michael, fucking him and yet I felt he was thinking of me at the same time! -
- Isabel, you’re right, they’re not gay, it’s Michael, it’s his vibes that drive them to him. Look what happened with Kyle’s father. Don’t tell me he’s gay!
You know how he feels about Michael, about not having adopted him. -
- Of course he’s not gay! But they didn’t do it…right? - Isabel went pale.
- No, don’t worry. I was just giving you an example. Michael doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just there, he can’t help it, it’s part of him. - Serena told her.
- Well, Kyle had this thing with Liz and as far as I know, with many other girls before her, until he got “involved” with us. Stuart has confessed he’s been with several women but none have clicked with him as he wants, until me, so he says. - She blushed and looked down at her hands. Still Max has always drooled over Liz…and Zan would have his peeping bouts at the brothel’s back yard, until he finally worked up his courage to go inside, and then he went frequently. I understand he was quite normal with Ava, he even got her pregnant right before…you know…did he really? Or maybe she just…-
- No Isabel, she did get pregnant. - Serena confirmed.
- And what happened to the baby, if she wasn’t killed and stayed with Khivar? - Isabel saw Serena’s sadness reflected in her face.
- Khivar kept her practically prisoner in his state. She didn’t know what had happened to the three of you. When she kept asking him, he told her off inventing the excuse that you had been captured and banned to another planet as punishment. - She scoffed. - He had no way of knowing then that it would come true in a way. But then she accidentally bumped into Nicholas one day, and she was faster. Before he could block her out, she had got it all out of his head. She dropped like a stone when she saw how Rath-Michael had died. She aborted on the spot. -
- It was Rath-Michael’s? From those stunts she pulled? - Isabel was horrified.
- No, she wouldn’t dare. With his blood, it would have been too obvious, she would have been hanged. It was Zan’s. - Serena noticed Isabel grow pale once again, wondering in which direction her thoughts had taken her.
- So that’s why Hank…cause he said he had never been with another male apart from Michael…so it was true! He acted on Michael’s vibes! He got violent because he felt frustrated! Oh my god! - Isabel went even paler.
- Michael was a child, he had no control over himself yet. He wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, I think he still isn’t. He needs all of you very much to get his life in order. No one else can help him. - Serena nodded.
- It’s the same with the girls, no wonder they had those major crushes on him. - Isabel was chewing her lower lip.
- Yes, pretty much, though he didn’t need the vibes to have them drooling after him. - Serena chuckled.
- No, he didn’t. - Isabel smiled, - He’s always been a hottie! -
They had a good laugh over that and Isabel thought it would be safe to make sure Michael was really asleep before she continued into what she called “forbidden territory”. She leaned over and blew on the dip between his buttocks. He squirmed and purred. Isabel nodded, satisfied.
- And if he had been faking? - Serena wondered.
- He would have jumped sky high screaming my name. - Isabel laughed, then she cleared her throat and continued. - Ok then, the girls…the first time I was with him…the normal thing is I would have wanted to touch his…- she gulped, - penis… but instead I…I…-
- You gave him a “probe”. - Serena helped her out.
- Yes, I don’t know why I was drawn there…oh, his vibes? - She asked.
- Yes definitely, I would say so, “normal” doesn’t quite apply with him, does it? - Serena observed and Isabel nodded.
- But then, Maria and Liz went there too, so I knew it was definitely him, cause they also had the other choice, right? - Isabel swallowed loud.
- Well, come to think of it, so did the guys. - Serena pondered on the possibilities. - It could’ve been the other way round, or different…you know? -
- Ewww, - Isabel went, clearly grossed out. - I don’t think it would’ve been Michael’s choice, least of all the guys’ since they’re far from gay, and I’m sure Michael wouldn’t have gone for it any other way. -
- No, he wouldn’t, but it was still a possibility. - Serena frowned just as grossed out as Isabel.
- Why does he…like it that way? Isn’t it kind of …painful? - Isabel grimaced.
- Why do you like some things and dislike others? - Serena said after a loud sigh. - Because that’s you, what your body wants, it’s the same with Michael, like most guys’ power button is in their…penis, some in their balls, or you name it, Michael’s is there…he can’t help it. As you very well know, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it the “normal” way too, you know he does, but that’s the place he favours cause that’s where the pleasure is stronger for him. That’s all. - Serena explained. -
- And the inside of his thighs, he goes wild when you touch him there. - She giggled, then she grew serious. - He has taken so much from us, why does he? He did so in Antar too. He didn’t need to, he was Royal blood, he could have anyone he wanted, yet he put up with us. It’s quite an honour, right? - Isabel felt rather humbled, realizing the true facts.
- Yes, dear, it was and it is, he’s stil Royal, you know? But you were also his family, and incest was present in the Antares royalty, like it was here with the pharaohs where it really ranked high, as far as siblings. In Antares it was also mostly to preserve the Royal line, but never quite as close as with you two. Still there was the other factor, that was Rath-Michael’s personal one, part of his personality : he was highly masochistic. That’s why he was that special kind of fearless soldier, actually unique, as far as I know. He wasn’t afraid of pain, he thrived on it, it was one of his strongest stimulants and he had no problems dealing with it. His endurance to pain is amazing, but ironically, his sensitivity to it is three to one, it means everything hurts him three times more than it would anyone else. His endurance is there to counteract his sensitivity, or he wouldn’t be able to take it as well as he does. - Serena scoffed.
- Wow, Michael is really a piece of work, isn’t he. So conflictive, in a way. Very strong and yet very vulnerable. Oh my god, I really love him so much, and Maria does so too, as much as I do, and I hope not more…we both love him too much. - She ended with a helpless sigh.
- I’m glad you two are willing to share him, cause having to choose between the two of you would tear him apart. Don’t ever do that to him, you’ll destroy him. - Serena’s face showed the severity of the issue.
Stuart burst into the room, startling them both out of their thoughts.
- I took a half hour break, so I have to be fast. Right on time! - He said stopping the flow of the drip as it was in its last drops.
- Stuart! You should have told us to keep an eye on it! - Isabel was clearly alarmed and angry at herself for not having remembered it.
- It’s ok, I knew exactly how long it would last, so if I wasn’t going to make it on time, I would have called you so you could do it yourself. -
He was working efficiently, cutting off the tape and carefully lifting it off his skin. Michael gasped and tried to pull his leg away.
- He’s still asleep? Here, give me a hand. -
Isabel and Serena held Michael’s thigh down, Isabel, above the needle and Serena, below. Stuart was kneeling between Michael’s thighs as the vein he had found was at the back of his thigh but a little towards the inside. He finished detaching the tape and Isabel took it off his hand and made it vanish. Stuart chuckled, thrilled at her power, and Isabel felt so smug. Then he placed one hand beside the needle and with the other,very carefully and slowly, he drew it out. Still, Michael moaned and they felt the steel hard muscles under their hands go rock hard.
- Ok, kid, ok, it’s out. - The scent of alcohol was in the air as he pressed the soaked cottonwool swab against the sleep warm skin, stanching the bleeding, as his other hand gently caressed Michael’s thigh. Isabel and Serena shared a secret look and a private smile at the interaction. Stuart was oblivious of the effect his action had had on them. He checked a couple of times until the small puncture wound was scabbing over. He quickly touched his cheek as Michael’s eyes opened and he smirked. Stuart gave him a couple of pats and smiled at him, jumping off the bed.
- Sorry, kid, gotta go, I’m already late! - And raced out of the room with a peck on Isabel and Serena’s cheeks and a whispered “He’s fine” over his retreating shoulder.
They stood there for a few seconds, wide eyed, then they turned to each other and giggled.
- What’s so funny? - Michael said in his husky waking voice.
The helicopter was driving both Isabel and Serena nuts. The whole room was shaking with the roar of the engine, the vibrations making the melted candles fall one by one to the floor. Serena could almost see the branches of the trees tearing off from the trunks. Why the hell didn’t they take off? The answer to her question came with the chorus of voices merging with the noise.
- Mariaaaa…!-
Isabel and Serena turned to the bed to find Maria, her lower body slumped on the floor by the bed, and her upper wrapped in Michael’s arms, deaf to the world in their kiss. Isabel and Serena looked at each other and rolled their eyes in dismay. Isabel rushed towards the passionate couple and grabbed Maria’s arm, shaking it roughly. Maria, in the most exasperating slow motion, broke the kiss, opened her eyes, and turned her face towards her. She gave Isabel a languid look that asked why the hell she had been interrupted.
- The pilot has a schedule to meet! They’re waiting for you! - Isabel had to scream to be heard.
She watched Maria’s mouth go “Ohhh!”. She gave Michael a peck on the lips, mouthed a “Bye” as she got up, and was grabbed by the back of the neck of her t-shirt by the unnerved alien girl, who dragged her to the door.
There she shoved her towards the chopper and watched her duck as she entered it, to be received by their impatient friends who gave her hell for the long wait. The pilot took off and disappeared in the early morning sky.
Isabel returned to the room and went straight to Michael.
- You ok? - Squeezing his available thigh.
Michael snuggled and gave a low “Mmm” with a wince for all answer as he went back to sleep.
“Finally peace!” Isabel thought, sighing.
She sat on the bed by Michael, absently placing her hand over her brand circled by Maria’s. A pleasant tingling met her hand and she had to admit they were both together in this. She thought of the other brand, Max’s framed by Maria’s…she knew they had had a threesome, but it had been a “heat of the moment” thing, totally unplanned, even Liz was there…Liz! No, she didn’t feel like pursuing that for the moment.
Serena, Laurie and Stuart came in with trays of breakfast. She had thought Serena was in the bathroom. Stuart went straight to Michael and found him quite well : hardly any painful responses, his temperature was his normal 99.3, so he presumed he’d be up and about by the time he woke up.
But for the time being, Michael was out of question, so they had their breakfast together, and after a quick last minute check up, to make sure Michael was holding up, Stuart left for the hospital and Laurie for school.
Serena and Isabel took turns taking a shower and waited for Michael to come around. Isabel was fidgeting with her hands in a way that told Serena she desperately wanted to talk but didn’t know where to start.
- Well, since I think we’ll be here for a while, how about a girl to girl chat? - Asked Serena, hoping that would get Isabel started.
- Great! Yes, well…- Isabel jumped for it, but she didn’t want to sound that eager. - There are some things I’ve been wanting to ask you…-
- Shoot! Go right ahead. - Serena gave her and encouraging smile.
- It’s real hard, you know…- She sighed and shook her head. - Ok, how can I put it…I’m absolutely mystified by this thing about Michael…let’s begin with the homo side, so I can put it behind. - She scoffed. - Yeah, I wish…-
- What about it? - Surprisingly, Serena didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
- From the first time I saw Max and Michael together, I thought it was an alien thing, cause neither of them could be gay! Max had a years’ long crush on Liz and Michael…he didn’t go for any girl that I can remember, but gay? No, not him from my experience. Then he started this thing with Maria and I was sure he was straight. So the thing with Max was definitely alien. No other possible explanation. Uh uh. Then comes the thing with Kyle, and Stuart! They swear they’re not gay, that it’s just Michael! How can that be? That night I dreamwalked Stuart, it was so weird, he was drooling over Michael, fucking him and yet I felt he was thinking of me at the same time! -
- Isabel, you’re right, they’re not gay, it’s Michael, it’s his vibes that drive them to him. Look what happened with Kyle’s father. Don’t tell me he’s gay!
You know how he feels about Michael, about not having adopted him. -
- Of course he’s not gay! But they didn’t do it…right? - Isabel went pale.
- No, don’t worry. I was just giving you an example. Michael doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just there, he can’t help it, it’s part of him. - Serena told her.
- Well, Kyle had this thing with Liz and as far as I know, with many other girls before her, until he got “involved” with us. Stuart has confessed he’s been with several women but none have clicked with him as he wants, until me, so he says. - She blushed and looked down at her hands. Still Max has always drooled over Liz…and Zan would have his peeping bouts at the brothel’s back yard, until he finally worked up his courage to go inside, and then he went frequently. I understand he was quite normal with Ava, he even got her pregnant right before…you know…did he really? Or maybe she just…-
- No Isabel, she did get pregnant. - Serena confirmed.
- And what happened to the baby, if she wasn’t killed and stayed with Khivar? - Isabel saw Serena’s sadness reflected in her face.
- Khivar kept her practically prisoner in his state. She didn’t know what had happened to the three of you. When she kept asking him, he told her off inventing the excuse that you had been captured and banned to another planet as punishment. - She scoffed. - He had no way of knowing then that it would come true in a way. But then she accidentally bumped into Nicholas one day, and she was faster. Before he could block her out, she had got it all out of his head. She dropped like a stone when she saw how Rath-Michael had died. She aborted on the spot. -
- It was Rath-Michael’s? From those stunts she pulled? - Isabel was horrified.
- No, she wouldn’t dare. With his blood, it would have been too obvious, she would have been hanged. It was Zan’s. - Serena noticed Isabel grow pale once again, wondering in which direction her thoughts had taken her.
- So that’s why Hank…cause he said he had never been with another male apart from Michael…so it was true! He acted on Michael’s vibes! He got violent because he felt frustrated! Oh my god! - Isabel went even paler.
- Michael was a child, he had no control over himself yet. He wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, I think he still isn’t. He needs all of you very much to get his life in order. No one else can help him. - Serena nodded.
- It’s the same with the girls, no wonder they had those major crushes on him. - Isabel was chewing her lower lip.
- Yes, pretty much, though he didn’t need the vibes to have them drooling after him. - Serena chuckled.
- No, he didn’t. - Isabel smiled, - He’s always been a hottie! -
They had a good laugh over that and Isabel thought it would be safe to make sure Michael was really asleep before she continued into what she called “forbidden territory”. She leaned over and blew on the dip between his buttocks. He squirmed and purred. Isabel nodded, satisfied.
- And if he had been faking? - Serena wondered.
- He would have jumped sky high screaming my name. - Isabel laughed, then she cleared her throat and continued. - Ok then, the girls…the first time I was with him…the normal thing is I would have wanted to touch his…- she gulped, - penis… but instead I…I…-
- You gave him a “probe”. - Serena helped her out.
- Yes, I don’t know why I was drawn there…oh, his vibes? - She asked.
- Yes definitely, I would say so, “normal” doesn’t quite apply with him, does it? - Serena observed and Isabel nodded.
- But then, Maria and Liz went there too, so I knew it was definitely him, cause they also had the other choice, right? - Isabel swallowed loud.
- Well, come to think of it, so did the guys. - Serena pondered on the possibilities. - It could’ve been the other way round, or different…you know? -
- Ewww, - Isabel went, clearly grossed out. - I don’t think it would’ve been Michael’s choice, least of all the guys’ since they’re far from gay, and I’m sure Michael wouldn’t have gone for it any other way. -
- No, he wouldn’t, but it was still a possibility. - Serena frowned just as grossed out as Isabel.
- Why does he…like it that way? Isn’t it kind of …painful? - Isabel grimaced.
- Why do you like some things and dislike others? - Serena said after a loud sigh. - Because that’s you, what your body wants, it’s the same with Michael, like most guys’ power button is in their…penis, some in their balls, or you name it, Michael’s is there…he can’t help it. As you very well know, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it the “normal” way too, you know he does, but that’s the place he favours cause that’s where the pleasure is stronger for him. That’s all. - Serena explained. -
- And the inside of his thighs, he goes wild when you touch him there. - She giggled, then she grew serious. - He has taken so much from us, why does he? He did so in Antar too. He didn’t need to, he was Royal blood, he could have anyone he wanted, yet he put up with us. It’s quite an honour, right? - Isabel felt rather humbled, realizing the true facts.
- Yes, dear, it was and it is, he’s stil Royal, you know? But you were also his family, and incest was present in the Antares royalty, like it was here with the pharaohs where it really ranked high, as far as siblings. In Antares it was also mostly to preserve the Royal line, but never quite as close as with you two. Still there was the other factor, that was Rath-Michael’s personal one, part of his personality : he was highly masochistic. That’s why he was that special kind of fearless soldier, actually unique, as far as I know. He wasn’t afraid of pain, he thrived on it, it was one of his strongest stimulants and he had no problems dealing with it. His endurance to pain is amazing, but ironically, his sensitivity to it is three to one, it means everything hurts him three times more than it would anyone else. His endurance is there to counteract his sensitivity, or he wouldn’t be able to take it as well as he does. - Serena scoffed.
- Wow, Michael is really a piece of work, isn’t he. So conflictive, in a way. Very strong and yet very vulnerable. Oh my god, I really love him so much, and Maria does so too, as much as I do, and I hope not more…we both love him too much. - She ended with a helpless sigh.
- I’m glad you two are willing to share him, cause having to choose between the two of you would tear him apart. Don’t ever do that to him, you’ll destroy him. - Serena’s face showed the severity of the issue.
Stuart burst into the room, startling them both out of their thoughts.
- I took a half hour break, so I have to be fast. Right on time! - He said stopping the flow of the drip as it was in its last drops.
- Stuart! You should have told us to keep an eye on it! - Isabel was clearly alarmed and angry at herself for not having remembered it.
- It’s ok, I knew exactly how long it would last, so if I wasn’t going to make it on time, I would have called you so you could do it yourself. -
He was working efficiently, cutting off the tape and carefully lifting it off his skin. Michael gasped and tried to pull his leg away.
- He’s still asleep? Here, give me a hand. -
Isabel and Serena held Michael’s thigh down, Isabel, above the needle and Serena, below. Stuart was kneeling between Michael’s thighs as the vein he had found was at the back of his thigh but a little towards the inside. He finished detaching the tape and Isabel took it off his hand and made it vanish. Stuart chuckled, thrilled at her power, and Isabel felt so smug. Then he placed one hand beside the needle and with the other,very carefully and slowly, he drew it out. Still, Michael moaned and they felt the steel hard muscles under their hands go rock hard.
- Ok, kid, ok, it’s out. - The scent of alcohol was in the air as he pressed the soaked cottonwool swab against the sleep warm skin, stanching the bleeding, as his other hand gently caressed Michael’s thigh. Isabel and Serena shared a secret look and a private smile at the interaction. Stuart was oblivious of the effect his action had had on them. He checked a couple of times until the small puncture wound was scabbing over. He quickly touched his cheek as Michael’s eyes opened and he smirked. Stuart gave him a couple of pats and smiled at him, jumping off the bed.
- Sorry, kid, gotta go, I’m already late! - And raced out of the room with a peck on Isabel and Serena’s cheeks and a whispered “He’s fine” over his retreating shoulder.
They stood there for a few seconds, wide eyed, then they turned to each other and giggled.
- What’s so funny? - Michael said in his husky waking voice.
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Chapter 210
Liz jumped in her desk as she sensed Michael’s pain as Stuart removed the tape and the needle. Maria, who was sitting beside her, noticed immediately.
- What, what? - She exclaimed, forgetting she was in class.
- Is something wrong, Miss DeLuca? - Asked the teacher, mockingly.
- No, I’m sorry, just thinking aloud. - Maria said meekly, blushing furiously.
- What’s wrong with Michael? - She hissed in Liz’s ear as soon as the teacher had turned her attention elsewhere, away from her.
- It’s nothing, Maria, don’t overreact! Stuart just took the needle off Michael’s thigh, he’s fine, just waking up! - Liz hissed back, shaking Maria’s hand off her arm.
Maria sighed and settled down, knowing Liz would brief her out asap. Anyway, lunchtime was just around the corner, cause when Maria checked her watch, it was almost half past eleven.
-Good morning, sunshine! - Isabel greeted Michael with a big smile, as he raised his cheek from the pillow and turned to her.
- How are you feeling? - She watched him twist and stretch everyway possible, wincing slightly.
- Great! Good as new. - He smiled back at her knowing she loved it when he smiled.
- Fine, how about going to the pool? - Serena suggested with another big smile, glad to see Michael was ok.
Michael and Isabel locked eyes and nodded as they went together : “Pool!”
- Alright then, off you go cause this room will be gone in less than five. -
- Huh? - Went Michael.
- We don’t need it anymore. - Serena explained.
- That’s ok with us, but Sylvia and Javi saw it! - Isabel insisted.
- Sylvia and Javi never come here, they only did to bring us food. - Serena calmed her down. - Ok, go, go. - She gave Michael a shove on the butt.
- Hmmm…Isabel, maybe you should materialize some swimming trunks on him…- She was saving all her powers to get rid of the room.
- Michael! You’re so used to being naked lately that you don’t even realize you are! - She scolded him and with a wave of her hand, she had him in the tiny red Olympic ones that Maria had originally got for him.
- Hey! I want the black ones. - He whined.
- Why? - She circled him, checking him out.
- These ones ride in the back. - He complained.
- They all do, so it’s your ass. - Isabel laughed and grabbed his wrist as he was about to make the switch himself.
- NO! These ones go with your brands. - She ordered.
- You said they had all turned silver. - He smirked.
“Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep when we noticed that?” Isabel thought and narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to remember.
- What? - Michael frowned.
- Well, you don’t have silver trunks and I’m not changing them because the brands were just that red before they turned silver, and I like these ones… Please? - She made that face that she knew Michael had never been able to resist and smiled when he scoffed and gave up.
- Your wishes are my commands, milady. - He said, tipping his head and Isabel hugged him and gave him a noisy playful kiss on the lips.
- Ewww…- Went Michael pushing her away and wiping his lips with the back of his hands, jokingly.
That’s when they felt a strong wind against their backs and Michael took Isabel in his arms. They were about to turn to take a look, when a white blinding light made them blink. When they checked out behind them, the room was gone, and Serena was catching up with them.
Maria went to the bathroom for a quick pee and when she came out, she saw Liz had not waited for her as she had said. She managed to see the back of Max’s head in the lunch crowd. It was unmistakable because of the ears, so she just followed him, Liz was bound to be with him. Kyle found her somewhere on the way out of the building and Maria grabbed his hand and dragged him along with her. They saw Max taking Liz to a secluded table in a corner, in the opposite direction of their usual one. Kyle stalled.
- Maybe they need to discuss something alone. - He said.
- Sure they do, but remember they will have to brief us out anyway, so we may as well save them the trouble and get the original version. C’mon! - She insisted.
They caught up with them and found Max and Liz already sitting and facing each other.
- We need to talk. - Said Liz, sounding a little pissed.
- And we need to know what’s going on! - Said Maria, coming up from behind Liz before Max had a chance of opening his mouth.
She settled beside Liz and Kyle sat beside Max, shrugging an apology.
- You’ll have to tell us anyway, so…- Maria saw Max looked very uncomfortable and didn’t seem to know where to start, but Liz did.
- You had no right invading Isabel’s privacy, she has a right to her thoughts and her opinion, whether you agree with it, or whether you like it or not. How did you do it? I thought you had to be in physical contact with her. - Liz asked.
- I was in a way. She asked me to take her jacket back to her room. I swear I didn’t do anything, it just came into my head and I knew what she was thinking. -
- Well, I’m sorry Max, but I have to be with her on this one, she’s right you know? It’s not nice, but she is! - Liz exclaimed.
- Alright, give us a hint before you go on, huh? Cause we’re lost here! - Maria took one of Liz’s hands and forced it on Max’s.
Then she took the other in hers and reached out for Kyle’s with her free hand and gestured with her head to take Max’s free hand in his. Kyle started to obey not very convinced, but then he changed his mind.
- This is going to look weird. Let’s change places. - He got up and switched with Maria so he was holding one of Liz’s hands and one of Maria’s while she grabbed his and one of Max’s. - Much better. Let’s go on! - He grinned.
The grin faded away when he saw Max’s jealous eyes checking out his hand in Liz’s. Maria noticed too and shook Max’s hand in hers violently.
- Ok, ok, the faster we start, the sooner it’s over, so spill! - She demanded.
It took only a few seconds to get Isabel’s thoughts through to them and then it was hands off asap, specially in Kyle and Liz’s case. Maria and Kyle were frowning as they went over the new piece of information.
- I’m afraid I’m with Isabel in this one two, girlfriend. - She said to Max, and then gave Kyle this wide eyed look as Liz was looking down at her hands.
-Hmmm…- Kyle cleared his throat, sure that his voice would come out squeaky if he didn’t and wanted to save himself from the embarrassment.
- I’m afraid I am too. Sorry man. -
Max turned to see Kyle grimace as he looked away not to meet his eyes.
Max took a deep breath and let it out slowly ending in a defeated sigh.
- Alright! It’s three to one, so let me have my saying, ok? - He raised his hands to silence them before the protests to his private poll were voiced.
- I’ll admit I was a lousy king and it’s kind of my fault that the whole thing happened. I can’t blame Isabel because I know how well Ava’s mind warping powers worked, we’ve seen them here too through Tess. - He decided to quickly change that issue not to start a different debate. - I know I was unfair in many ways to Michael and I’m truly sorry, but remember he owes me his life many times over, he would have long been dead if it weren’t for me, I was his healer! - Max defended himself, obviously picturing himself as Zan, though he had admittedly saved Michael’s butt many times in this life too.
- And why did you need to heal him? Because he got hurt fighting for you, to protect all of you, to keep you safe! That’s the poorest excuse I’ve heard in my life! - Liz snapped at him. - And how did you pay him back? Torturing him, abusing him, ignoring his opinions and advice which even here have proved him right more times than not! With you on the throne, your kingdom was doomed! And you’re being arrogant again! You had the honour of being the healer of a Royal blooded, and you weren’t even such a good one, ok, you could heal his wounds but you couldn’t take away the pain! Like a doctor operating without anesthetics! How good is that for the patient huh? He may heal but the experience will be horribly traumatic! -
Liz was in tears and a little loud, realizing it when Max worriedly squeezed her hand and widened his eyes, noticing the way heads were turning their way.
- I’m sorry. - She wiped the tears with her knuckles and Maria handed her a wad of toilet paper from her pocket, with a weak smile. - I guess I must have sounded as bad as Isabel to you, Max, but hiding the truth will just make things worse, cause it would be lying, and I can’t lie to you or any of you guys. I just had this creepy flash of how Stuart must have felt when he had to take out the …when he took care of Michael all these times. -
Liz shuddered and all eyes were turned to Max, whose face was getting very red. They could guess what he was thinking but he let them know anyway, shuddering himself.
- I can’t believe I just took his pain for granted. I must have hurt him terribly as Zan all those times in Antar as I’ve done here many times too. - Max was visibly shaken and they all felt bad for him now.
- Max, Michael loves you, you know he’ll take anything from and for you, I didn’t mean to bring this up or make you feel guilty for it. It was your destiny, and lately I’m starting to believe no one can hide from that. -
- At least you can be sure I’ll never go back to Ava, even if I now know why she betrayed us and understand her. - Max told her.
- Remember NY’s Ava is alive and I’m sure she will eventually join us. - Liz reminded him. Max turned to Kyle, as they all did, their attention drawn to him because of the weird choking sound he had tried to hide, and was now the one blushing furiously.
Before they knew it, they were all laughing at him, and Max was grateful that their attention was at least momentarily, away from him.
- Oh, we know you like Ava, Kyle, and I, specially, am very thankful for taking her off my back where Max is concerned. Because you will, right? -
Liz locked her eyes on Kyle’s and he blushed even deeper than they thought possible.
- Ok, ok, lay off me! When did Max get lucky and I got in the spotlight? Yes, I liked Tess as a sister, but things could easily change with Ava. She looks the same, but she somehow feels different. It could work. - He nodded.
- We could have a four way wedding! - Maria said enthusiastically.
- Whoa, whoa, take it easy Maria, she isn’t even with us yet. Now, I want this over. Max, are you ok with Isabel? Or do I have to remind you what you put her through when she wanted to leave for college and when she wanted to marry Jesse? - Liz faced him, as she unrelentlessly went for the kill. - It was easy for you to take your solo trip to LA and get away from Roswell with no one’s permission and several other little stunts where no one else was included. - Liz felt their eyes on her and felt guilty. - Ok, I was in some of them, but Isabel and specially Michael were left out. So you can understand what your sister was feeling, needing to get away for a while. If you had let her go, I assure you she would have been back much sooner than you expected her. There happens to be a female aspect, that you don’t seem to be aware of, but the second your family dislikes your boyfriend, they make you want him more, just to spite them. I’m afraid that’s what happened with Jesse, both you and your parents did the job for her, and look where it got her. -
They all waited for Max’s angry response, but none came. Max sat there looking vacantly in front of him, in full mute mode, so they let him get his thing together. After a full minute, they decided to give him a nudge.
- Max, are you ok with Isabel? You still haven’t answered my original question. - Liz persisted for the third time.
Max sighed, shook his head and sighed again. He pursed his lips and nodded.
- Yes, I’m ok with her. I admit I overdid it. I’ve been unfair to her and to all of you on many occasions. I apologize, truly. - They had to give it to him, he did look repentant.
They suddenly realized they were surrounded by silence and noticed they were the only ones left outside.
- Shit! We’re almost twenty minutes late and we don’t have Michael for an excuse! - Kyle shouted.
- Oh well, we can go on with this at detention. - Maria shrugged, accepting the inevitable punishment as they rushed back to their classes.
Liz jumped in her desk as she sensed Michael’s pain as Stuart removed the tape and the needle. Maria, who was sitting beside her, noticed immediately.
- What, what? - She exclaimed, forgetting she was in class.
- Is something wrong, Miss DeLuca? - Asked the teacher, mockingly.
- No, I’m sorry, just thinking aloud. - Maria said meekly, blushing furiously.
- What’s wrong with Michael? - She hissed in Liz’s ear as soon as the teacher had turned her attention elsewhere, away from her.
- It’s nothing, Maria, don’t overreact! Stuart just took the needle off Michael’s thigh, he’s fine, just waking up! - Liz hissed back, shaking Maria’s hand off her arm.
Maria sighed and settled down, knowing Liz would brief her out asap. Anyway, lunchtime was just around the corner, cause when Maria checked her watch, it was almost half past eleven.
-Good morning, sunshine! - Isabel greeted Michael with a big smile, as he raised his cheek from the pillow and turned to her.
- How are you feeling? - She watched him twist and stretch everyway possible, wincing slightly.
- Great! Good as new. - He smiled back at her knowing she loved it when he smiled.
- Fine, how about going to the pool? - Serena suggested with another big smile, glad to see Michael was ok.
Michael and Isabel locked eyes and nodded as they went together : “Pool!”
- Alright then, off you go cause this room will be gone in less than five. -
- Huh? - Went Michael.
- We don’t need it anymore. - Serena explained.
- That’s ok with us, but Sylvia and Javi saw it! - Isabel insisted.
- Sylvia and Javi never come here, they only did to bring us food. - Serena calmed her down. - Ok, go, go. - She gave Michael a shove on the butt.
- Hmmm…Isabel, maybe you should materialize some swimming trunks on him…- She was saving all her powers to get rid of the room.
- Michael! You’re so used to being naked lately that you don’t even realize you are! - She scolded him and with a wave of her hand, she had him in the tiny red Olympic ones that Maria had originally got for him.
- Hey! I want the black ones. - He whined.
- Why? - She circled him, checking him out.
- These ones ride in the back. - He complained.
- They all do, so it’s your ass. - Isabel laughed and grabbed his wrist as he was about to make the switch himself.
- NO! These ones go with your brands. - She ordered.
- You said they had all turned silver. - He smirked.
“Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep when we noticed that?” Isabel thought and narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to remember.
- What? - Michael frowned.
- Well, you don’t have silver trunks and I’m not changing them because the brands were just that red before they turned silver, and I like these ones… Please? - She made that face that she knew Michael had never been able to resist and smiled when he scoffed and gave up.
- Your wishes are my commands, milady. - He said, tipping his head and Isabel hugged him and gave him a noisy playful kiss on the lips.
- Ewww…- Went Michael pushing her away and wiping his lips with the back of his hands, jokingly.
That’s when they felt a strong wind against their backs and Michael took Isabel in his arms. They were about to turn to take a look, when a white blinding light made them blink. When they checked out behind them, the room was gone, and Serena was catching up with them.
Maria went to the bathroom for a quick pee and when she came out, she saw Liz had not waited for her as she had said. She managed to see the back of Max’s head in the lunch crowd. It was unmistakable because of the ears, so she just followed him, Liz was bound to be with him. Kyle found her somewhere on the way out of the building and Maria grabbed his hand and dragged him along with her. They saw Max taking Liz to a secluded table in a corner, in the opposite direction of their usual one. Kyle stalled.
- Maybe they need to discuss something alone. - He said.
- Sure they do, but remember they will have to brief us out anyway, so we may as well save them the trouble and get the original version. C’mon! - She insisted.
They caught up with them and found Max and Liz already sitting and facing each other.
- We need to talk. - Said Liz, sounding a little pissed.
- And we need to know what’s going on! - Said Maria, coming up from behind Liz before Max had a chance of opening his mouth.
She settled beside Liz and Kyle sat beside Max, shrugging an apology.
- You’ll have to tell us anyway, so…- Maria saw Max looked very uncomfortable and didn’t seem to know where to start, but Liz did.
- You had no right invading Isabel’s privacy, she has a right to her thoughts and her opinion, whether you agree with it, or whether you like it or not. How did you do it? I thought you had to be in physical contact with her. - Liz asked.
- I was in a way. She asked me to take her jacket back to her room. I swear I didn’t do anything, it just came into my head and I knew what she was thinking. -
- Well, I’m sorry Max, but I have to be with her on this one, she’s right you know? It’s not nice, but she is! - Liz exclaimed.
- Alright, give us a hint before you go on, huh? Cause we’re lost here! - Maria took one of Liz’s hands and forced it on Max’s.
Then she took the other in hers and reached out for Kyle’s with her free hand and gestured with her head to take Max’s free hand in his. Kyle started to obey not very convinced, but then he changed his mind.
- This is going to look weird. Let’s change places. - He got up and switched with Maria so he was holding one of Liz’s hands and one of Maria’s while she grabbed his and one of Max’s. - Much better. Let’s go on! - He grinned.
The grin faded away when he saw Max’s jealous eyes checking out his hand in Liz’s. Maria noticed too and shook Max’s hand in hers violently.
- Ok, ok, the faster we start, the sooner it’s over, so spill! - She demanded.
It took only a few seconds to get Isabel’s thoughts through to them and then it was hands off asap, specially in Kyle and Liz’s case. Maria and Kyle were frowning as they went over the new piece of information.
- I’m afraid I’m with Isabel in this one two, girlfriend. - She said to Max, and then gave Kyle this wide eyed look as Liz was looking down at her hands.
-Hmmm…- Kyle cleared his throat, sure that his voice would come out squeaky if he didn’t and wanted to save himself from the embarrassment.
- I’m afraid I am too. Sorry man. -
Max turned to see Kyle grimace as he looked away not to meet his eyes.
Max took a deep breath and let it out slowly ending in a defeated sigh.
- Alright! It’s three to one, so let me have my saying, ok? - He raised his hands to silence them before the protests to his private poll were voiced.
- I’ll admit I was a lousy king and it’s kind of my fault that the whole thing happened. I can’t blame Isabel because I know how well Ava’s mind warping powers worked, we’ve seen them here too through Tess. - He decided to quickly change that issue not to start a different debate. - I know I was unfair in many ways to Michael and I’m truly sorry, but remember he owes me his life many times over, he would have long been dead if it weren’t for me, I was his healer! - Max defended himself, obviously picturing himself as Zan, though he had admittedly saved Michael’s butt many times in this life too.
- And why did you need to heal him? Because he got hurt fighting for you, to protect all of you, to keep you safe! That’s the poorest excuse I’ve heard in my life! - Liz snapped at him. - And how did you pay him back? Torturing him, abusing him, ignoring his opinions and advice which even here have proved him right more times than not! With you on the throne, your kingdom was doomed! And you’re being arrogant again! You had the honour of being the healer of a Royal blooded, and you weren’t even such a good one, ok, you could heal his wounds but you couldn’t take away the pain! Like a doctor operating without anesthetics! How good is that for the patient huh? He may heal but the experience will be horribly traumatic! -
Liz was in tears and a little loud, realizing it when Max worriedly squeezed her hand and widened his eyes, noticing the way heads were turning their way.
- I’m sorry. - She wiped the tears with her knuckles and Maria handed her a wad of toilet paper from her pocket, with a weak smile. - I guess I must have sounded as bad as Isabel to you, Max, but hiding the truth will just make things worse, cause it would be lying, and I can’t lie to you or any of you guys. I just had this creepy flash of how Stuart must have felt when he had to take out the …when he took care of Michael all these times. -
Liz shuddered and all eyes were turned to Max, whose face was getting very red. They could guess what he was thinking but he let them know anyway, shuddering himself.
- I can’t believe I just took his pain for granted. I must have hurt him terribly as Zan all those times in Antar as I’ve done here many times too. - Max was visibly shaken and they all felt bad for him now.
- Max, Michael loves you, you know he’ll take anything from and for you, I didn’t mean to bring this up or make you feel guilty for it. It was your destiny, and lately I’m starting to believe no one can hide from that. -
- At least you can be sure I’ll never go back to Ava, even if I now know why she betrayed us and understand her. - Max told her.
- Remember NY’s Ava is alive and I’m sure she will eventually join us. - Liz reminded him. Max turned to Kyle, as they all did, their attention drawn to him because of the weird choking sound he had tried to hide, and was now the one blushing furiously.
Before they knew it, they were all laughing at him, and Max was grateful that their attention was at least momentarily, away from him.
- Oh, we know you like Ava, Kyle, and I, specially, am very thankful for taking her off my back where Max is concerned. Because you will, right? -
Liz locked her eyes on Kyle’s and he blushed even deeper than they thought possible.
- Ok, ok, lay off me! When did Max get lucky and I got in the spotlight? Yes, I liked Tess as a sister, but things could easily change with Ava. She looks the same, but she somehow feels different. It could work. - He nodded.
- We could have a four way wedding! - Maria said enthusiastically.
- Whoa, whoa, take it easy Maria, she isn’t even with us yet. Now, I want this over. Max, are you ok with Isabel? Or do I have to remind you what you put her through when she wanted to leave for college and when she wanted to marry Jesse? - Liz faced him, as she unrelentlessly went for the kill. - It was easy for you to take your solo trip to LA and get away from Roswell with no one’s permission and several other little stunts where no one else was included. - Liz felt their eyes on her and felt guilty. - Ok, I was in some of them, but Isabel and specially Michael were left out. So you can understand what your sister was feeling, needing to get away for a while. If you had let her go, I assure you she would have been back much sooner than you expected her. There happens to be a female aspect, that you don’t seem to be aware of, but the second your family dislikes your boyfriend, they make you want him more, just to spite them. I’m afraid that’s what happened with Jesse, both you and your parents did the job for her, and look where it got her. -
They all waited for Max’s angry response, but none came. Max sat there looking vacantly in front of him, in full mute mode, so they let him get his thing together. After a full minute, they decided to give him a nudge.
- Max, are you ok with Isabel? You still haven’t answered my original question. - Liz persisted for the third time.
Max sighed, shook his head and sighed again. He pursed his lips and nodded.
- Yes, I’m ok with her. I admit I overdid it. I’ve been unfair to her and to all of you on many occasions. I apologize, truly. - They had to give it to him, he did look repentant.
They suddenly realized they were surrounded by silence and noticed they were the only ones left outside.
- Shit! We’re almost twenty minutes late and we don’t have Michael for an excuse! - Kyle shouted.
- Oh well, we can go on with this at detention. - Maria shrugged, accepting the inevitable punishment as they rushed back to their classes.
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Chapter 211
By the time they arrived at the pool, Michael had gulped down his oj and spooned in his cereal after drenching it with milk. As they climbed the steps, he made the rubbish disappear and handed the dish and spoon back to Serena. He dove into the crystal clear water and heaved himself out right after he surfaced. Michael wasn’t a swimmer or splasher, he just refreshed himself, that’s what the pool was for, wasn’t it?...Michael’s philosophy! He walked over to where Isabel and Serena were sitting on deck chairs and took one, placing it along the edge. He stretched out and sighed contentedly.
- Michael, you should put a towel on the chair or you’ll end up with the webbing pattern criss crossing your front. - Isabel recommended him.
- What d’you think I have this for? - Michael waved his hand at her.
Isabel rolled her eyes and sighed as Serena excused herself and walked into the house. Isabel moved her deck chair alongside Michael’s and stretched out on her back. Michael raised his face from his arms and peeked at Isabel. He laid his cheek on his forearm and reached over, taking Isabel’s hand in his. She squeezed his hand feeling safe.
- You sure you’re ok? - She asked him.
- Yeah, a little sore, but what else is new? You’re not, what is it? What did Max do? - She wasn’t fooling him.
Isabel scoffed. She shouldn’t have let him touch her.
- C’mon, give it to me. - Impatience wasn’t one of his virtues.
She did, there was no way out with Michael.
- I’m sorry, I guess I started that…- he tried to apologize.
- No, you didn’t! - Isabel exploded. - Will you stop blaming yourself for everything? I know Hank and Max…and sometimes I too, took it out on you but it was wrong! Hank is gone, Max is Max, that’s his business, but I sincerely apologize for my part in this…- She couldn’t finish.
- Isabel, you don’t need to, I understand. - Michael had opened his eyes and it hurt him to see her upset.
- No Michael, there’s this particular time, that I can’t get out of my head, when I was specially mean to you, I need closure…- She sobbed.
- Whatever, Iz, I forgive you. I’m sure I already have. - Michael moved his chair with his powers as close to Isabel’s as possible, and laid his cheek on her shoulder.
- You don’t know what I’m talking about, right? You don’t remember…-
- Uh uh. - Michael said, shaking his head.
Isabel sent him the image : Michael had just hopped off the hood of Max’s jeep and was walking away from them after an argument about Michael wanting to find Nasedo and Max saying he shouldn't. Then Isabel shouted at him : “Go ahead and run, Michael, it’s what you do best!”
That brought it all back : It was just after Hank had given him a black eye and Max found out in the school bathroom. Although Michael had asked Max not to tell anyone, he had told Isabel. Ok, so she was worried about him, but she had a funny way of showing it. Nothing she had ever said or done to him had stung him so bad, cause she made him look like a coward and it hurt him to his soul. He could almost feel again the tears rolling down his cheeks as he walked out of the desert. But he had forgiven her and he had pushed the incident away from his mind. He told himself that was not his Isabel, that was Max’s influence. And yes, now that she had brought it up, he admitted it had hurt like hell.
- Isabel, forget it, please, I had forgiven and forgotten it, and I’ll do it again but I want you to do it with me. - Michael kissed her shoulder.
- Maybe I can give you a hand here. - Serena whispered.
They hadn’t even heard her come back. Somehow, she didn’t startle them.
- I’m ok, I didn’t even remember it, but Isabel needs closure. - Michael smiled at Serena, knowing she could do it for Isabel.
Serena placed her hand on top of Isabel’s head and Michael watched them both close their eyes as a little light of unspecific colour covered her hand and made Isabel’s hair glow for a couple of seconds. Then Serena turned to Michael and bending over, kissed his back over his heart.
- Better? - She smiled.
- Much. - He smirked.
She knew exactly where it was hurting him. Then he raised his upper body on his elbows and they turned to Isabel whose eyes were closed and she seemed to be dozing.
- What would you like for lunch? - Serena asked, checking her out.
Isabel opened her eyes and smiled at them, very peacefully.
- Anything will do, please, we don’t want to make you work. -
- You’re my guests, you choose. - She insisted.
- Salad, any kind you can whip up without much trouble. - Isabel beamed and turned to Michael. - Sorry I got lost. So Max was the usual jerk and wouldn’t admit he was being so…I’m missing something here? -
Serena and Michael had these smug smile and smirk respectively, and that got Isabel suspicious.
- Well? - She arched her eyebrows, expecting a reasonable explanation.
- You brought up some old issues that you had with Michael, which he had already forgotten, you needed closure so I gave it to you. - Serena said.
- I want to know. - Isabel demanded.
- No Isabel, you will trust me on this one. It was not worth it, so it’s gone, definitely. If you bring it back, it will hurt me again. Do you want that? -
Michael winced.
- No, you know I don’t want that. Whatever it was, I know I’m sorry. -
- That’s why I had already forgiven you and I forgave you again. Must I do it a third time? - He smirked.
She burst out laughing, shaking her head, then she reached out and tousled Michael’s damp hair, making him smile at her as Serena joined in.
- Ok, let’s get lunch ready. Give me a hand. - Serena took Isabel’s hand and gave it a tug.
Isabel complied getting up slowly, but Michael buried his face again in his arms and didn’t budge.
- Michael, are you coming? - Isabel coaxed.
- I’ve done too much cooking so far in my life. I’ll do anything but that. - His words came out muffled but clear enough.
- Alright then, we’ll show you what women can do in the kitchen. - Isabel said confidently, obviously meaning Serena would be in charge.
- Be careful Isabel, I’m surprised you haven’t poisoned that jerk Ramirez yet. - Michael chuckled.
He braced himself and got the whack on the ass he was expecting, making him go : “Owww, Isabel!” With one of his sexy squirms.
Serena pulled her by the arm before she got another guilty conscience bout and reacted to Michael’s body language.
Detention wasn’t quite what they had expected. They had to help decorate the Natural History room with an “Under the Sea” theme and soon they were all covered in weeds made of paper cuttings. Max wanted to call Isabel, and Maria wanted Liz to check on Michael, but it was useless cause they were being constantly monitored by three teachers who had volunteered to give a hand and supervise the detention at the same time. By the time they finished, Maria and Liz had to go straight to the crashdown, and Max and Kyle followed, and called Isabel from the booth. They had a long talk and when finally Max ended the call, Kyle had to wait for the girls to take a break to know what had come out of it. Then Maria drove Liz nuts wanting to know about Michael.
- He’s had breakfast, bathed in Serena’s pool, sunned, had lunch, bathed and sunned again, slept, ridden with Laurie and now he’s taking a bath, now will you lay off Maria? - Liz was getting exasperated and Maria pouted.
She left and locked herself in the bathroom and called Isabel. The alien girl confirmed everything Liz had told her.
- Are you taking good care of him? - Maria asked.
- You know I am, Maria. - Isabel answered.
- Do I have a reason to get jealous? - She went on.
- No, of course not, Maria. - Isabel said.
- Have you kissed him? - Maria’s voice got a little louder.
- I don’t think so…maybe on the cheek…- Isabel remembered it had been Michael who kissed her on the shoulder, but she would rather explain that personally and with Michael present, in case the phone exploded by the excessive decibels.
- Have you touched him? - Louder still.
- I tousled his hair when he came out of the pool and whacked his ass when Serena asked me to help her in the kitchen and he suggested I might end up poisoning him. He deserved it. - Isabel pulled the phone far from her ear, waiting for the explosion.
- Hmmm…ok. Can I talk to him? - She asked very calmly.
- He hasn’t come down yet. You want me to go and check on him? Isabel knew the answer to that one.
- No! Just tell him to call me when you see him and kiss him goodnight for me. - Maria giggled and hanged up.
Isabel sighed, and felt closer to Maria than she had ever been. She was sitting in the chimney room with Laurie, Serena and Stuart, and realized all their eyes were on her.
- Oh, that was Maria, wanting to know what Michael had been about today. Sorry, it had to be specific, you know her. - Isabel giggled and they smiled at her. They all knew Maria very well and they loved the girl.
Michael came in asking what that was about Maria and Isabel told him she had just called and wanted him to call her back. Michael nodded and raced up the stairs back to his bedroom. That meant he would sprawl on the bed and talk to Maria for as long as she could keep him on the phone. So they walked Serena home, as Uncle Derek would be back soon and she wanted to welcome him back home with some of the food he liked. Powers included, it would still take her some time and could do with their help.
By the time they arrived at the pool, Michael had gulped down his oj and spooned in his cereal after drenching it with milk. As they climbed the steps, he made the rubbish disappear and handed the dish and spoon back to Serena. He dove into the crystal clear water and heaved himself out right after he surfaced. Michael wasn’t a swimmer or splasher, he just refreshed himself, that’s what the pool was for, wasn’t it?...Michael’s philosophy! He walked over to where Isabel and Serena were sitting on deck chairs and took one, placing it along the edge. He stretched out and sighed contentedly.
- Michael, you should put a towel on the chair or you’ll end up with the webbing pattern criss crossing your front. - Isabel recommended him.
- What d’you think I have this for? - Michael waved his hand at her.
Isabel rolled her eyes and sighed as Serena excused herself and walked into the house. Isabel moved her deck chair alongside Michael’s and stretched out on her back. Michael raised his face from his arms and peeked at Isabel. He laid his cheek on his forearm and reached over, taking Isabel’s hand in his. She squeezed his hand feeling safe.
- You sure you’re ok? - She asked him.
- Yeah, a little sore, but what else is new? You’re not, what is it? What did Max do? - She wasn’t fooling him.
Isabel scoffed. She shouldn’t have let him touch her.
- C’mon, give it to me. - Impatience wasn’t one of his virtues.
She did, there was no way out with Michael.
- I’m sorry, I guess I started that…- he tried to apologize.
- No, you didn’t! - Isabel exploded. - Will you stop blaming yourself for everything? I know Hank and Max…and sometimes I too, took it out on you but it was wrong! Hank is gone, Max is Max, that’s his business, but I sincerely apologize for my part in this…- She couldn’t finish.
- Isabel, you don’t need to, I understand. - Michael had opened his eyes and it hurt him to see her upset.
- No Michael, there’s this particular time, that I can’t get out of my head, when I was specially mean to you, I need closure…- She sobbed.
- Whatever, Iz, I forgive you. I’m sure I already have. - Michael moved his chair with his powers as close to Isabel’s as possible, and laid his cheek on her shoulder.
- You don’t know what I’m talking about, right? You don’t remember…-
- Uh uh. - Michael said, shaking his head.
Isabel sent him the image : Michael had just hopped off the hood of Max’s jeep and was walking away from them after an argument about Michael wanting to find Nasedo and Max saying he shouldn't. Then Isabel shouted at him : “Go ahead and run, Michael, it’s what you do best!”
That brought it all back : It was just after Hank had given him a black eye and Max found out in the school bathroom. Although Michael had asked Max not to tell anyone, he had told Isabel. Ok, so she was worried about him, but she had a funny way of showing it. Nothing she had ever said or done to him had stung him so bad, cause she made him look like a coward and it hurt him to his soul. He could almost feel again the tears rolling down his cheeks as he walked out of the desert. But he had forgiven her and he had pushed the incident away from his mind. He told himself that was not his Isabel, that was Max’s influence. And yes, now that she had brought it up, he admitted it had hurt like hell.
- Isabel, forget it, please, I had forgiven and forgotten it, and I’ll do it again but I want you to do it with me. - Michael kissed her shoulder.
- Maybe I can give you a hand here. - Serena whispered.
They hadn’t even heard her come back. Somehow, she didn’t startle them.
- I’m ok, I didn’t even remember it, but Isabel needs closure. - Michael smiled at Serena, knowing she could do it for Isabel.
Serena placed her hand on top of Isabel’s head and Michael watched them both close their eyes as a little light of unspecific colour covered her hand and made Isabel’s hair glow for a couple of seconds. Then Serena turned to Michael and bending over, kissed his back over his heart.
- Better? - She smiled.
- Much. - He smirked.
She knew exactly where it was hurting him. Then he raised his upper body on his elbows and they turned to Isabel whose eyes were closed and she seemed to be dozing.
- What would you like for lunch? - Serena asked, checking her out.
Isabel opened her eyes and smiled at them, very peacefully.
- Anything will do, please, we don’t want to make you work. -
- You’re my guests, you choose. - She insisted.
- Salad, any kind you can whip up without much trouble. - Isabel beamed and turned to Michael. - Sorry I got lost. So Max was the usual jerk and wouldn’t admit he was being so…I’m missing something here? -
Serena and Michael had these smug smile and smirk respectively, and that got Isabel suspicious.
- Well? - She arched her eyebrows, expecting a reasonable explanation.
- You brought up some old issues that you had with Michael, which he had already forgotten, you needed closure so I gave it to you. - Serena said.
- I want to know. - Isabel demanded.
- No Isabel, you will trust me on this one. It was not worth it, so it’s gone, definitely. If you bring it back, it will hurt me again. Do you want that? -
Michael winced.
- No, you know I don’t want that. Whatever it was, I know I’m sorry. -
- That’s why I had already forgiven you and I forgave you again. Must I do it a third time? - He smirked.
She burst out laughing, shaking her head, then she reached out and tousled Michael’s damp hair, making him smile at her as Serena joined in.
- Ok, let’s get lunch ready. Give me a hand. - Serena took Isabel’s hand and gave it a tug.
Isabel complied getting up slowly, but Michael buried his face again in his arms and didn’t budge.
- Michael, are you coming? - Isabel coaxed.
- I’ve done too much cooking so far in my life. I’ll do anything but that. - His words came out muffled but clear enough.
- Alright then, we’ll show you what women can do in the kitchen. - Isabel said confidently, obviously meaning Serena would be in charge.
- Be careful Isabel, I’m surprised you haven’t poisoned that jerk Ramirez yet. - Michael chuckled.
He braced himself and got the whack on the ass he was expecting, making him go : “Owww, Isabel!” With one of his sexy squirms.
Serena pulled her by the arm before she got another guilty conscience bout and reacted to Michael’s body language.
Detention wasn’t quite what they had expected. They had to help decorate the Natural History room with an “Under the Sea” theme and soon they were all covered in weeds made of paper cuttings. Max wanted to call Isabel, and Maria wanted Liz to check on Michael, but it was useless cause they were being constantly monitored by three teachers who had volunteered to give a hand and supervise the detention at the same time. By the time they finished, Maria and Liz had to go straight to the crashdown, and Max and Kyle followed, and called Isabel from the booth. They had a long talk and when finally Max ended the call, Kyle had to wait for the girls to take a break to know what had come out of it. Then Maria drove Liz nuts wanting to know about Michael.
- He’s had breakfast, bathed in Serena’s pool, sunned, had lunch, bathed and sunned again, slept, ridden with Laurie and now he’s taking a bath, now will you lay off Maria? - Liz was getting exasperated and Maria pouted.
She left and locked herself in the bathroom and called Isabel. The alien girl confirmed everything Liz had told her.
- Are you taking good care of him? - Maria asked.
- You know I am, Maria. - Isabel answered.
- Do I have a reason to get jealous? - She went on.
- No, of course not, Maria. - Isabel said.
- Have you kissed him? - Maria’s voice got a little louder.
- I don’t think so…maybe on the cheek…- Isabel remembered it had been Michael who kissed her on the shoulder, but she would rather explain that personally and with Michael present, in case the phone exploded by the excessive decibels.
- Have you touched him? - Louder still.
- I tousled his hair when he came out of the pool and whacked his ass when Serena asked me to help her in the kitchen and he suggested I might end up poisoning him. He deserved it. - Isabel pulled the phone far from her ear, waiting for the explosion.
- Hmmm…ok. Can I talk to him? - She asked very calmly.
- He hasn’t come down yet. You want me to go and check on him? Isabel knew the answer to that one.
- No! Just tell him to call me when you see him and kiss him goodnight for me. - Maria giggled and hanged up.
Isabel sighed, and felt closer to Maria than she had ever been. She was sitting in the chimney room with Laurie, Serena and Stuart, and realized all their eyes were on her.
- Oh, that was Maria, wanting to know what Michael had been about today. Sorry, it had to be specific, you know her. - Isabel giggled and they smiled at her. They all knew Maria very well and they loved the girl.
Michael came in asking what that was about Maria and Isabel told him she had just called and wanted him to call her back. Michael nodded and raced up the stairs back to his bedroom. That meant he would sprawl on the bed and talk to Maria for as long as she could keep him on the phone. So they walked Serena home, as Uncle Derek would be back soon and she wanted to welcome him back home with some of the food he liked. Powers included, it would still take her some time and could do with their help.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 212
The telephone interaction was as unusual and sensuous as the couple involved, after all, they were Michael and Maria, alien and human, madly in love with each other, what else could you expect?
- Hey Maria…-
- Hi babyboy…-
- What happened to “Spaceboy”? -
- He’ not here with me…sniff…-
- I am, baby, I’m always with you, you know that…-
- I know, so am I, but babyboy applies, since we’ve found out you’re younger than me. -
- Maria…-
- Shhh! There’s something I need to know…-
- Huh? - “Uh oh”, Michael thought, “am I in trouble? Why? How?”
- I want you to tell me, minute by minute, what you’ve been up to since I left this morning. I mean it…- She loved the way he chuckled, ready to please her.
Michael gave her the most detailed briefing possible of his day, leaving nothing out except when he was asleep, which were quite a few hours. -
- Oh baby, I’m glad you could put behind that painful issue with Isabel, I’m happy for her too. It’s just that you can be so…stubborn and you drive us nuts, that’s why we react like that. Even now that I know the masochist you are, I can’t understand how you could hurt yourself so much wanting to be with me yet holding back, sure, you wanted to keep me safe, but still...Perhaps you were unconsciously doing the same with Isabel, you sent us those vibes of desire, yet you behaved as if you didn’t give a damn. That drives a girl insane, no wonder we took it out on you! Am I right? -
- Absolutely love, you always are…- Michael whispered, finding it so uncanny how she had nailed it, but then, it was Maria, who could most of the time, read him like an open book.
- Are you serious? Are you mocking me? - Maria sounded a little doubtful.
- No baby, I couldn’t, I really mean it. You know how much I love you. - Yes, he meant it and he knew she could feel it.
- Michael, where exactly are you? -
- In my bed, humping it as I’m talking to you. That’s what you do to me. - His voice was a husky whisper as she giggled, imagining him.
- I hope you have closed the door, better still, locked it, just in case. -
- Shit! Right, though fat lot of good it will do with Isabel…- But he did it just the same, and the door to the terrace, closing the curtains and making the room shady and sexy. - Ok, done, both doors and the curtains too.
- I don’t mind her along for the ride.
- You don’t? - Michael wondered, he could hardly believe her.
- You heard me, I don’t. Where is she? -
- She’s not here, she’s busy with Stuart. -
- Has Stuart been busy with you? - Maria giggled.
- No, he’s got Isabel, why should he want me? -
- Michael, Michael, Michael! You’re so innocent! - Maria sighed.
- What do you mean? - Michael was intrigued.
- Forget it! So we’re alone…What are you wearing? -
- Jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt, high top reeboks…-
- Wave them off, I want you naked…-
- After you tell me where you are and what you’re wearing…-
- I’m also in my bed, and I’m wearing my pink silk robe…- Maria played him on, he loved that robe.
They both new she was at the crashdown, during a break, probably on Liz’s bed, yes, because he was getting mild Liz vibes in an indirect way, she was wearing her working uniform, and he was the only one in the real situation, but he loved her for playing along, knowing she wished it could be true.
-Mmm…take it off, I’m already naked for you. -
- No, I’ll just leave it wide open so the silk can caress your skin and you can feel me at the same time. -
- Great idea…-
- How are you lying? -
- I was on my belly but I’ve just rolled a little on my side…how do you want me? -
- You’ve already guessed…back on your tummy. Put your legs together, just close, so I can straddle your thighs, right above your knees. Can you feel me? - Maria didn’t have his powers but she almost could.
- Yeah…- His breath hissed through his teeth. - Touch me, please…-
Maria loved to hear him begging, she could hear him breathing hard as he was getting so excited.
- I’m pushing the fingers of both my hands, palm to palm together, between your thighs…you’re so warm, you feel like velvet, can you feel them? -
- Mmm…yeah…I love it…-
- I’m sliding them up towards your body, veeery slowly…I’m halfway there, I’m getting nearer…-
- Fuck! And I’m getting hard…-
- I’m almost there…I’m there, my fingers are touching your balls…and my thumbs…are touching your ass…-
- Maria…baby…don’t stop…-
- I’m sliding my hands up, and I’m cupping your butt…I’m giving you a squeeze…-
- Ahhh…yeah…harder…make the brands hurt…
- I’m pushing my knee between yours…that’s it, open up…I’m kneeling between your thighs…pushing them apart…-
She heard him take a deep breath and moan.
- Now I’m spreading you with my hands…push up for me…on your knees…that’s it…Ohhh…-
- Fuck, Maria!...oh shit!...- Michael writhed, his powers making the game real.
- My thumbs as sliding to your…god, Michael, you’re so tight! -
He hissed and moaned again, and she could picture him writhing and she knew he was contracting with her “touch”.
- Do it Maria…just do it…I need you…inside me…-
- I need lube…how about my juices…Michael I’m dripping! Are you too?...Let’s see…I’m reaching under you…I’ve got your cock in my hand…-
Michael was breathing as if he had just raced a mile in seconds flat.
- Oooo baby, you’re dripping too! How about mixing both, huh? I’m wiping your precum with my thumb…my other thumb is soaking in my pussy…now they’re both sooo slick…are you ready…-
- Maria! Just do it…you’re killing me here…-
- Relax, you’re too tight…I don’t want to…but you want it to hurt, right? Ok, baby, anything you want, fight me…make me force it into you…on three?...one…two…three!-
- Ungh! - Michael grunted as he felt Maria penetrate him.
- Good, huh?...just let me…slide it in and out of you…a few times…before I stick in the other one…it’s still in my pussy, getting veeery slick…do you want it?...-
- Please…please…hard…-
- I’m as impatient as you…three is too long…so on one, ok? -
- On one…yeah…- His voice was so low, deep and husky that it sounded almost like a growl.
- Right after one, then…here I go…oooooneeeee!-
- Ahhhhh! Oh yeah…stick them in…they hurt so good …I’m so hard…- He hissed and moaned as he writhed and pushed back.
- Oh Michael…you’re so hot in there…so soft…so tight! -
- Tell me…what you’re doing to me…I want to hear you…and I will feel it…-
- I’m sliding into you…in and out…out of sync…first one thumb, then the other…feel…how they slide into you…the right one…the left one…right…left…right…left…now both together…the right on top…now the left…right up…left up…right…left…wait, they’re not long enough to reach your sweet spot…let me change fingers…I’m sliding out of you…first one…then the other one…-
- Hurry…I want to come…real bad…Maria, please…- He sobbed.
- Oh you’ll love it…I’m slicking my index and middle finger just in my pussy…that ok with you?...-
She knew what she was doing to him, she knew she was being cruel, but sometimes she liked to see him suffer for the times he had sex with someone else. She knew he was wincing, twisting and bucking, dying for her to make him come yet enjoying the torture from her.
- Yeah…yeah…pleeeeease…- Michael was whimpering and sobbing.
- Alright, I’m so wet, my fingertips are dripping on you…I’m rimming you…I can feel your scars…Zan’s and Vilandra’s…Max’s and Isabel’s…and I’m plunging my fingers hard into you NOW!-
Michael gasped and growled. “Owwwww!...” He went.
- Did it hurt?...Does it hurt? - Maria knew what and how he wanted it.
- Shit, yeah!...don’t stop…harder…TELL ME! - He demanded.
- I’m ramming my fingers against your g-spot…hard!...You love it!...you’re gripping me like a vice!...You’re bucking hard against me…I’m shoving them in hard and fast!...You’re spasming…you’re beginning to come…you’re coming! Yeah…yeah…like that…you’re squeezing and clenching…god! It feels sooooo good! Come, baby…come for me...I’m coming with you…yes…yes…YES! -
- Yes…yes…harder!...Make it hurt!…unghhh! …MARIAAA! - He screamed as he came with her.
- Michael, baby, are you alright? - Maria was worried because she could hear nothing on the other end. “Oh my god!” She thought, “I’m sick! How can I do that to him? No wonder he lets other guys fuck him, if I trigger him like that! Wait! He was getting it long before we were together, even before he did it with Isabel. It’s not my fault he likes it! I’m just giving him what he likes! And I like it because he does, because of what it does to him, because I like to drive him wild!”
- Oh fuck! I’ve flooded the bed, and I’m swimming in it! Shit, let me clean this up before I pass out! - His voice was still husky, fighting the aftermath to get decent, as a precaution.
- Michael! MICHAEL! - She had to go, Liz was calling her from downstairs, her break over, long ago.
- I’m right here, sorry, I dropped the phone…ok, I’m neat now. Wow, I feel great. Thanks, love, I’m missing you so much. - He now sounded relaxed and Maria felt relieved.
- Baby, I’m sorry too, I have to leave, my break’s over like, about an hour ago! Liz is freaking out downstairs.
- I knew it, you are in Liz’s bed. Kiss her for me, ok? -
- Should I be jealous? - Maria teased.
- Perhaps…- Michael said coyly.
- I hate you! I hope Stuart fucks you with every medical instrument he can get his hands on, and Isabel holds you down for him! -
- Yeah…I’m missing a torture chamber, but Isabel will need help holding me down…-
- You’re sick! -
- You love it! -
They ended up laughing together until Liz’s voice sounded alarmingly near.
- Will you two stop it! I can’t even get the orders right with my eyes glazed and my shaking hands! Quit it, you already finished! My dad will be back any minute! PLEASE MICHAEL, HANG UP! - Liz shouted, and then as an afterthought : - YES, YOU’RE BOTH SICK, AND IT’S CATCHING! -
- Bye love, enjoy! - And Maria was gone.
Michael got as comfortable as he could and let himself go into the aftermath which unfortunately, he would have to enjoy alone. He concentrated on Maria, picturing her at the crashdown, and he accidentally connected with Liz, clearly hearing Max and Kyle ask her if she and Maria had caught some kind of cold cause their eyes were looking funny. “Ask Maria.” Liz told them hurriedly, taking an order to another table. He blocked Liz out or she would end up breaking every dish that got in her hands if he took her on his aftermath. And knowing Maria, Michael was sure she gloated on telling them in excrutiating detail why their eyes, particularly hers, were glazed, assuring them a night of wet dreams. The last thought on his mind was the laugh Maria must have got out of Max and Kyle’s faces, after she was through with them.
They were about to sit at the table, and still no news from Michael. Laurie checked her watch and looked up to see Isabel doing the same. Their eyes met and Isabel looked anxious. They had been there almost three hours! Uncle Derek arrived just after the long film they had been watching was over, and he took some time telling them about his business trip and sharing with them how pleased he was with the outcome. Then they waited for him to get a quick shower and come back in more comfortable clothes before they went into the dining room. Laurie shrugged and excused herself as she took out her cell phone and called home. Sylvia said she hadn’t seen Michael, and her mother had been dusting the library since after lunch and was still there. She said she would check on him and call her back.
Sylvia knocked on the door several times.
- Michael? Michael! - But she got no answer. She went around to the terrace door and found it locked too and the curtains closed. She climbed on the ledge of the window the dogs used, and parting the curtains, peeked inside. She barely made Michael on the bed, because of the darkened room, and rapped at the window calling his name again. He didn’t even stir, and she started to get worried. Still before calling Laurie back, knowing Stuart was with her, she wanted to make sure it wasn’t a false alarm. She went to the kitchen and got the master key from her mother’s hiding place at the back of a drawer. She went back to Michael’s room and opened it. She closed the door behind her and padded to the bed. When she was a few steps away, she noticed Michael was stark naked. She kept on going and reached out to find his cheek nice and warm. Michael moaned as he turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand and went on sleeping. She moved lower down remembering the trick about the inside of his thighs, so she gently skimmed her long nails slowly in an upwards direction. Michael was still in the alien aftermath, and Sylvia saw him stir. Then, what she considered had begun as a getting comfortable snuggle, took on a very different direction. The way he was moving was definitely sexual, as his hips pushed up from the bed and he writhed, spreading his thighs wider and moaning :
- Yes, do it…please…hard…I need you…- Michael didn’t mention any name, but Sylvia didn’t need it.
She was lost, though, as to what exactly he expected Maria to do to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to try to shake him awake, she wasn’t risking touching his thighs again after the response she had got from him.
Michael reached up and took Sylvia’s hand off his shoulder and placed it on his ass. Remembering the “tattoos”, she thought he was probably hurting there, so she rubbed him a little. She couldn’t help admire the strong muscles that rippled under her hand and envied Maria.
- Yeah, make it hurt…Mmm, feels so good…- His husky voice and the jolt she got from him, made her pull away and jump back. The Michael vibe had practically given her an orgasm, feeling it for the first time. She backed out of the room, not being able to take her eyes away from the sexy hunk face down on the bed. As she was stepping out of the room, the phone started ringing and she almost screamed. She expected Michael to wake up, but he didn’t. She cautiously approached the bed again and picked up. It was Laurie.
- Sylvia! We’re so worried here! Where’s Michael? -
- I’m sorry, he’s asleep and I can’t wake him up. - She spoke in a low voice.
- Oh well, just let him be then. The kid needs it. It’s ok, thank you. We’re having supper here at Uncle Derek’s. If he wakes up and wants to come over, we’ll be here for another hour or so. Bye. -
Sylvia repeated her backtracking and closed the door, leaving it unlocked, then she didn’t stop until her bathroom and a cold shower.
The telephone interaction was as unusual and sensuous as the couple involved, after all, they were Michael and Maria, alien and human, madly in love with each other, what else could you expect?
- Hey Maria…-
- Hi babyboy…-
- What happened to “Spaceboy”? -
- He’ not here with me…sniff…-
- I am, baby, I’m always with you, you know that…-
- I know, so am I, but babyboy applies, since we’ve found out you’re younger than me. -
- Maria…-
- Shhh! There’s something I need to know…-
- Huh? - “Uh oh”, Michael thought, “am I in trouble? Why? How?”
- I want you to tell me, minute by minute, what you’ve been up to since I left this morning. I mean it…- She loved the way he chuckled, ready to please her.
Michael gave her the most detailed briefing possible of his day, leaving nothing out except when he was asleep, which were quite a few hours. -
- Oh baby, I’m glad you could put behind that painful issue with Isabel, I’m happy for her too. It’s just that you can be so…stubborn and you drive us nuts, that’s why we react like that. Even now that I know the masochist you are, I can’t understand how you could hurt yourself so much wanting to be with me yet holding back, sure, you wanted to keep me safe, but still...Perhaps you were unconsciously doing the same with Isabel, you sent us those vibes of desire, yet you behaved as if you didn’t give a damn. That drives a girl insane, no wonder we took it out on you! Am I right? -
- Absolutely love, you always are…- Michael whispered, finding it so uncanny how she had nailed it, but then, it was Maria, who could most of the time, read him like an open book.
- Are you serious? Are you mocking me? - Maria sounded a little doubtful.
- No baby, I couldn’t, I really mean it. You know how much I love you. - Yes, he meant it and he knew she could feel it.
- Michael, where exactly are you? -
- In my bed, humping it as I’m talking to you. That’s what you do to me. - His voice was a husky whisper as she giggled, imagining him.
- I hope you have closed the door, better still, locked it, just in case. -
- Shit! Right, though fat lot of good it will do with Isabel…- But he did it just the same, and the door to the terrace, closing the curtains and making the room shady and sexy. - Ok, done, both doors and the curtains too.
- I don’t mind her along for the ride.
- You don’t? - Michael wondered, he could hardly believe her.
- You heard me, I don’t. Where is she? -
- She’s not here, she’s busy with Stuart. -
- Has Stuart been busy with you? - Maria giggled.
- No, he’s got Isabel, why should he want me? -
- Michael, Michael, Michael! You’re so innocent! - Maria sighed.
- What do you mean? - Michael was intrigued.
- Forget it! So we’re alone…What are you wearing? -
- Jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt, high top reeboks…-
- Wave them off, I want you naked…-
- After you tell me where you are and what you’re wearing…-
- I’m also in my bed, and I’m wearing my pink silk robe…- Maria played him on, he loved that robe.
They both new she was at the crashdown, during a break, probably on Liz’s bed, yes, because he was getting mild Liz vibes in an indirect way, she was wearing her working uniform, and he was the only one in the real situation, but he loved her for playing along, knowing she wished it could be true.
-Mmm…take it off, I’m already naked for you. -
- No, I’ll just leave it wide open so the silk can caress your skin and you can feel me at the same time. -
- Great idea…-
- How are you lying? -
- I was on my belly but I’ve just rolled a little on my side…how do you want me? -
- You’ve already guessed…back on your tummy. Put your legs together, just close, so I can straddle your thighs, right above your knees. Can you feel me? - Maria didn’t have his powers but she almost could.
- Yeah…- His breath hissed through his teeth. - Touch me, please…-
Maria loved to hear him begging, she could hear him breathing hard as he was getting so excited.
- I’m pushing the fingers of both my hands, palm to palm together, between your thighs…you’re so warm, you feel like velvet, can you feel them? -
- Mmm…yeah…I love it…-
- I’m sliding them up towards your body, veeery slowly…I’m halfway there, I’m getting nearer…-
- Fuck! And I’m getting hard…-
- I’m almost there…I’m there, my fingers are touching your balls…and my thumbs…are touching your ass…-
- Maria…baby…don’t stop…-
- I’m sliding my hands up, and I’m cupping your butt…I’m giving you a squeeze…-
- Ahhh…yeah…harder…make the brands hurt…
- I’m pushing my knee between yours…that’s it, open up…I’m kneeling between your thighs…pushing them apart…-
She heard him take a deep breath and moan.
- Now I’m spreading you with my hands…push up for me…on your knees…that’s it…Ohhh…-
- Fuck, Maria!...oh shit!...- Michael writhed, his powers making the game real.
- My thumbs as sliding to your…god, Michael, you’re so tight! -
He hissed and moaned again, and she could picture him writhing and she knew he was contracting with her “touch”.
- Do it Maria…just do it…I need you…inside me…-
- I need lube…how about my juices…Michael I’m dripping! Are you too?...Let’s see…I’m reaching under you…I’ve got your cock in my hand…-
Michael was breathing as if he had just raced a mile in seconds flat.
- Oooo baby, you’re dripping too! How about mixing both, huh? I’m wiping your precum with my thumb…my other thumb is soaking in my pussy…now they’re both sooo slick…are you ready…-
- Maria! Just do it…you’re killing me here…-
- Relax, you’re too tight…I don’t want to…but you want it to hurt, right? Ok, baby, anything you want, fight me…make me force it into you…on three?...one…two…three!-
- Ungh! - Michael grunted as he felt Maria penetrate him.
- Good, huh?...just let me…slide it in and out of you…a few times…before I stick in the other one…it’s still in my pussy, getting veeery slick…do you want it?...-
- Please…please…hard…-
- I’m as impatient as you…three is too long…so on one, ok? -
- On one…yeah…- His voice was so low, deep and husky that it sounded almost like a growl.
- Right after one, then…here I go…oooooneeeee!-
- Ahhhhh! Oh yeah…stick them in…they hurt so good …I’m so hard…- He hissed and moaned as he writhed and pushed back.
- Oh Michael…you’re so hot in there…so soft…so tight! -
- Tell me…what you’re doing to me…I want to hear you…and I will feel it…-
- I’m sliding into you…in and out…out of sync…first one thumb, then the other…feel…how they slide into you…the right one…the left one…right…left…right…left…now both together…the right on top…now the left…right up…left up…right…left…wait, they’re not long enough to reach your sweet spot…let me change fingers…I’m sliding out of you…first one…then the other one…-
- Hurry…I want to come…real bad…Maria, please…- He sobbed.
- Oh you’ll love it…I’m slicking my index and middle finger just in my pussy…that ok with you?...-
She knew what she was doing to him, she knew she was being cruel, but sometimes she liked to see him suffer for the times he had sex with someone else. She knew he was wincing, twisting and bucking, dying for her to make him come yet enjoying the torture from her.
- Yeah…yeah…pleeeeease…- Michael was whimpering and sobbing.
- Alright, I’m so wet, my fingertips are dripping on you…I’m rimming you…I can feel your scars…Zan’s and Vilandra’s…Max’s and Isabel’s…and I’m plunging my fingers hard into you NOW!-
Michael gasped and growled. “Owwwww!...” He went.
- Did it hurt?...Does it hurt? - Maria knew what and how he wanted it.
- Shit, yeah!...don’t stop…harder…TELL ME! - He demanded.
- I’m ramming my fingers against your g-spot…hard!...You love it!...you’re gripping me like a vice!...You’re bucking hard against me…I’m shoving them in hard and fast!...You’re spasming…you’re beginning to come…you’re coming! Yeah…yeah…like that…you’re squeezing and clenching…god! It feels sooooo good! Come, baby…come for me...I’m coming with you…yes…yes…YES! -
- Yes…yes…harder!...Make it hurt!…unghhh! …MARIAAA! - He screamed as he came with her.
- Michael, baby, are you alright? - Maria was worried because she could hear nothing on the other end. “Oh my god!” She thought, “I’m sick! How can I do that to him? No wonder he lets other guys fuck him, if I trigger him like that! Wait! He was getting it long before we were together, even before he did it with Isabel. It’s not my fault he likes it! I’m just giving him what he likes! And I like it because he does, because of what it does to him, because I like to drive him wild!”
- Oh fuck! I’ve flooded the bed, and I’m swimming in it! Shit, let me clean this up before I pass out! - His voice was still husky, fighting the aftermath to get decent, as a precaution.
- Michael! MICHAEL! - She had to go, Liz was calling her from downstairs, her break over, long ago.
- I’m right here, sorry, I dropped the phone…ok, I’m neat now. Wow, I feel great. Thanks, love, I’m missing you so much. - He now sounded relaxed and Maria felt relieved.
- Baby, I’m sorry too, I have to leave, my break’s over like, about an hour ago! Liz is freaking out downstairs.
- I knew it, you are in Liz’s bed. Kiss her for me, ok? -
- Should I be jealous? - Maria teased.
- Perhaps…- Michael said coyly.
- I hate you! I hope Stuart fucks you with every medical instrument he can get his hands on, and Isabel holds you down for him! -
- Yeah…I’m missing a torture chamber, but Isabel will need help holding me down…-
- You’re sick! -
- You love it! -
They ended up laughing together until Liz’s voice sounded alarmingly near.
- Will you two stop it! I can’t even get the orders right with my eyes glazed and my shaking hands! Quit it, you already finished! My dad will be back any minute! PLEASE MICHAEL, HANG UP! - Liz shouted, and then as an afterthought : - YES, YOU’RE BOTH SICK, AND IT’S CATCHING! -
- Bye love, enjoy! - And Maria was gone.
Michael got as comfortable as he could and let himself go into the aftermath which unfortunately, he would have to enjoy alone. He concentrated on Maria, picturing her at the crashdown, and he accidentally connected with Liz, clearly hearing Max and Kyle ask her if she and Maria had caught some kind of cold cause their eyes were looking funny. “Ask Maria.” Liz told them hurriedly, taking an order to another table. He blocked Liz out or she would end up breaking every dish that got in her hands if he took her on his aftermath. And knowing Maria, Michael was sure she gloated on telling them in excrutiating detail why their eyes, particularly hers, were glazed, assuring them a night of wet dreams. The last thought on his mind was the laugh Maria must have got out of Max and Kyle’s faces, after she was through with them.
They were about to sit at the table, and still no news from Michael. Laurie checked her watch and looked up to see Isabel doing the same. Their eyes met and Isabel looked anxious. They had been there almost three hours! Uncle Derek arrived just after the long film they had been watching was over, and he took some time telling them about his business trip and sharing with them how pleased he was with the outcome. Then they waited for him to get a quick shower and come back in more comfortable clothes before they went into the dining room. Laurie shrugged and excused herself as she took out her cell phone and called home. Sylvia said she hadn’t seen Michael, and her mother had been dusting the library since after lunch and was still there. She said she would check on him and call her back.
Sylvia knocked on the door several times.
- Michael? Michael! - But she got no answer. She went around to the terrace door and found it locked too and the curtains closed. She climbed on the ledge of the window the dogs used, and parting the curtains, peeked inside. She barely made Michael on the bed, because of the darkened room, and rapped at the window calling his name again. He didn’t even stir, and she started to get worried. Still before calling Laurie back, knowing Stuart was with her, she wanted to make sure it wasn’t a false alarm. She went to the kitchen and got the master key from her mother’s hiding place at the back of a drawer. She went back to Michael’s room and opened it. She closed the door behind her and padded to the bed. When she was a few steps away, she noticed Michael was stark naked. She kept on going and reached out to find his cheek nice and warm. Michael moaned as he turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand and went on sleeping. She moved lower down remembering the trick about the inside of his thighs, so she gently skimmed her long nails slowly in an upwards direction. Michael was still in the alien aftermath, and Sylvia saw him stir. Then, what she considered had begun as a getting comfortable snuggle, took on a very different direction. The way he was moving was definitely sexual, as his hips pushed up from the bed and he writhed, spreading his thighs wider and moaning :
- Yes, do it…please…hard…I need you…- Michael didn’t mention any name, but Sylvia didn’t need it.
She was lost, though, as to what exactly he expected Maria to do to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to try to shake him awake, she wasn’t risking touching his thighs again after the response she had got from him.
Michael reached up and took Sylvia’s hand off his shoulder and placed it on his ass. Remembering the “tattoos”, she thought he was probably hurting there, so she rubbed him a little. She couldn’t help admire the strong muscles that rippled under her hand and envied Maria.
- Yeah, make it hurt…Mmm, feels so good…- His husky voice and the jolt she got from him, made her pull away and jump back. The Michael vibe had practically given her an orgasm, feeling it for the first time. She backed out of the room, not being able to take her eyes away from the sexy hunk face down on the bed. As she was stepping out of the room, the phone started ringing and she almost screamed. She expected Michael to wake up, but he didn’t. She cautiously approached the bed again and picked up. It was Laurie.
- Sylvia! We’re so worried here! Where’s Michael? -
- I’m sorry, he’s asleep and I can’t wake him up. - She spoke in a low voice.
- Oh well, just let him be then. The kid needs it. It’s ok, thank you. We’re having supper here at Uncle Derek’s. If he wakes up and wants to come over, we’ll be here for another hour or so. Bye. -
Sylvia repeated her backtracking and closed the door, leaving it unlocked, then she didn’t stop until her bathroom and a cold shower.
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Chapter 213
Laurie, Isabel and Stuart returned from the Lavoisse’s after a pleasant evening. As they reached the second floor, they were stunned to find Sylvia sitting on the floor by Laurie’s bedroom door. She looked like a cartoon Mexican taking a siesta : her legs bent, her arms hugging them and her forehead resting on her knees. She was clearly dozing, so when they went to her and Laurie touched her head gently, she gave a start, raising her face to meet their startled ones.
- Oh, I’m sorry, but Michael…-
- Is he alright? - Isabel interrupted her, alarmed.
- Yes, it’s just that…something weird happened when I tried to wake him up. - She looked totally confused.
Isabel gave her a hand as she struggled up from her cramped position and got the whole incident in a quick flash. Sylvia gave Isabel a funny slightly scared look, obviously perceiving something unusual, though not even near what she had with Michael. Isabel noticed and identified it immediately. She fished her cellphone from her pocket that had been pressed into Sylvia, pretending she was getting a call and saying her phone was in vibrate mode. It was the perfect excuse for what Sylvia might have felt, and Isabel made a show checking the caller, shrugging, and putting it back in her pocket.
- Laurie, please, could I…talk to you…- Sylvia didn’t want to offend Isabel and Stuart.
- Sorry, I think Sylvia and I need to have a chat…- Laurie turned to Isabel and Stuart with an apologizing look.
- Of course, we’ll go check on Michael. - Isabed nodded, giving Sylvia an understanding smile.
Laurie placed her arm around Sylvia’s shoulders and they walked into her room. Isabel took Stuart’s hand, passing the flash to him and tugging him towards Michael’s room. She opened the door not caring it it was locked or not. It wasn’t. She waved the dim lamp on the nightstand on, and they went to him. He lay facing away from them, his left leg flexed and his foot hooked behind his right knee. His left arm was also flexed and his hand was tucked under his chin. His lips were slightly parted, and when she touched him, he mumbled something in his sleep and smiled. Isabel turned to Stuart and shrugged, as they guessed who he was dreaming with. Isabel was kneeling on the bed behind him as she reached back for Stuart, bringing him to kneel beside her. She took his hand and placed it over her other one, on the outside of Michael’s thigh. She slid both their hands down to his bent knee, cupping it and sliding it back up. Halfway to his body, she changed directions moving to the back of his thigh and arriving at his butt, she gently pushed their fingers tracing them along the crack to the dip over it. Michael shuddered and purred writhing under the erotic touch, as Isabel backtracked their fingers with the same ecstatic effect on the sleeping boy, this time down the back of his other thigh until Michael’s ankle stopped them. Isabel felt Stuart shaking all the way to his hand under hers and was touched by the strength of the attraction he felt for Michael. They both felt Laurie catching up with them and they broke the contact to turn to her. Michael moaned a protest and straightened both his leg and arm, turning towards them and snuggling into the same position he had been before, but now facing their way.
- Is Sylvia alright? - Stuart asked Laurie, who shrugged and sighed.
- I guess so, she gave me a detailed description of what had happened. I know she had one hell of a Michael vibe. It sure shook her up! -
- What did you tell her to calm her down? - Isabel asked.
- I told her it was typical of Michael when he was stressed, that Stuart knew and said it was because he was so hyperactive, and missing Maria had him all wired up. - Laurie informed them.
- Wow! That was brilliant! You’re just like Michael! When he’s in a tight spot, out of the blue, he finds the way out, just like that! - Isabel exclaimed.
- Did she buy it? - Stuart asked a little doubtful, Sylvia was a bright girl.
- I hope so, she sure relaxed and was almost herself when she left. - Laurie nodded.
- Did she giggle? - Stuart wondered.
- Stuart! - Isabel punched him playfully on the arm and giggled herself, admitting it was Sylvia’s trademark and was the clearest sign that she was alright.
- No, she didn’t giggle, but at least she smiled. - Laurie told them.
Isabel shook her head and looked at Stuart who squeezed her hand reassuringly. Laurie walked around the bed and sat behind her brother, placing her hand protectively on his thigh. Isabel sat on the bed opposite Laurie, in the space between Michael’s flexed elbow and knee, placing her hand possessively on his ass, and Stuart sat by his other leg, his hand on Michael’s free thigh. The connection with Michael’s body brought their minds together, and Isabel’s hand on Max’s and Maria’s brands, dragged them into it too, regardless of the distance. Liz was no problem because of her empathy : she automatically logged in.
It was 10:50pm and the other group was in Liz’s terrace checking out some school stuff when they felt the familiar pull. They filed to Liz’s bedroom in a body, as robots, and sat huddled on the bed. Kyle was at first confused, but caught on as the last one cleared the window, following them not to be left out. Playing it safe, he took Liz’s hand, knowing Max’s glazed eyes would be anywhere but there, and then Maria’s to complete the limited circle. Before they knew it, they were floating in a shady space, with glowing multi-coloured stars zooming in every direction and barely evading collision with each other in the last second : They were inside Michael’s mind.
They found all of them in ethereal translucent representations, floating lazily among the shooting stars, while they went clean through them without the least reaction or traumatic effect : his family safe in the midst of chaos. Typically Michael.
They focused in each of them, one by one, getting exactly what they meant to him, straight from Michael’s POV.
Maria’s image jumped at them, becoming almost solid in its proximity, leaping in front of the others, confirming his preference over her, but they were surprised to see Isabel zooming behind her, as Maria’s hand was clutching hers tightly and bringing her along with her. Still, Maria was in front, then all the rest rushed to take their places at either side, Stuart and Kyle beside Isabel, and Laurie, Liz and Max on Maria’s other side. But that didn’t last, they started changing places, superimposing each other as a double exposure, as they took the preferencial central spot according to Michael’s needs, without resting importance to any of the others. The images flashed at them in a quick strobe-like succession : they saw him crying on Maria’s bed as she held him in her arms from behind, they saw Max healing his bleeding lashed back area while he lay on Max’s bed, then Isabel hugging him and kissing his cheek in school as he smirked, enjoying her closeness, in the school playground, Laurie downing him with a knee in his balls somewhere in the streets in Roswell, Liz whispering to him soothingly as she held his hands in the ambulance, Laurie held in his arms in Grandpa Dupree’s shelter, Kyle carrying him bleeding and hurt, with Isabel’s help but still bending under his weight, to the jeep, Liz crying in his arms when they found out Max was missing, Liz, Maria and Alex, sitting by him as he lay hurt in Maria’s bed, Stuart bending over him as he lay on the operating table, pulling the rod out of him, Michael lying over Stuart with his back growing red with blood all the way down from his shoulder to his thigh, Michael sleping peacefully over Maria in her arms, as she rubbed his back and held him close to her, Michael riding with Laurie behind him clinging to him like a limpet, Liz riding behind him on the bike clinging to him just like Laurie, Maria and Isabel giving him a bath at the hospital, Isabel and Max sandwiching him between them on Isabel’s bed, Kyle and Michael on the horse in full action, them tumbling down to the water, in Liz’s bed in the wild 69 on that “Enigma” night, Stuart thrusting into him as the scar Max had given him in the ritual tore open and drenched them in his blood just as Michael came, Stuart not being to stop in spite of it until he came himself, Maria and him making love in his bed just before he thought he would leave for good, Michael writhing and humping the bed while listening to Maria in their recent, over the phone sexual experience. Then they were suddenly shaken violently as if they were in the middle of a major hurricane or earthquake, blinded by a powerful light and finally sunk in total darkness, which was easily overcome when they opened their eyes. They found themselves, part in Liz’s bed, and part in Michael’s at Laurie’s house. The general thought was : “What the hell was that?” To which a giggling Maria and Isabel explained to their separate groups that they had just happened to experience an explosive Michael solo orgasm.
It took them a while to stabilize and settle back down to a calm state of mind and body. The original question remained with a twist, specially to the group in Roswell who mostly didn’t where it came from : rephrase…why it had happened, cause it obviously came from Michael. Liz answered it for them, knowing from her empathy what had happened with Sylvia and guessing that was the starting point to the issue. All the faces were blushing red from the sexual scenes they had all co-starred in, except Laurie, of course, until they ended adopting a “What the hell, we all did it” posture and felt at ease with each other again. So back to the question before mentioned : Why weren’t the flashes in chronological order, or according to the person who was interacting with Michael? Isabel answered it for Laurie and Stuart exactly the same as it was in Roswell, where Maria and Liz started answering it together : It’s Michael’s mind! How can you expect a logical order of any kind? Both rooms witnessed their sighs which said now they understood, or did they?
After the exhausting experience, the Roswell group started flocking back to their homes. Max gave Liz a wistful look trying to go for the soulfoul eyes, but Liz was adamant, with her parents next door and lately, on the lookout.
He joined Kyle and Maria, driving them home and returning to Michael’s, missing making love to him. He lay back on the bed and pulling the pillow from under his head, he placed it over his face, breathing in the sweet recomforting scent of Michael from it.
Maria knew Michael was in one of his deep slumbers after their sex phone experience and whatever he had felt through the collective blast he had given them. She went to bed ready to dream with him as she hoped he was doing too. She had a surprise coming.
Laurie walked out of Michael’s room with Isabel and Stuart right behind her. Just after Laurie whispered “Good night” to them and closed her door, Michael moaned and Stuart turned to look back into the room from where they were standing at the door. He headed back in with Isabel holding his hand.
- You ok, kid? - Stuart touched his cheek, and Michael’s hand grabbed his wrist.
Michael swallowed and they noticed he was breathing hard. Isabel placed her hand over Michael’s on Stuart’s wrist, and felt the his raw need…for a man. She smiled, yes, that was the warrior in him, no doubts about it, and Michael was the only one of that unique kind, she had to respect it. She bend down and kissed the corner of his lips, feeling them curve in a thankful smile. He knew she understood, and complied.
- He needs you. - Isabel whispered to Stuart, such a simple fact, and with a peck on his lips, she left the room.
Isabel went straight to bed, and decided to pay Maria a visit. She created the mental image, and started dreamwalking. She found Maria in one of those dreams, where she felt angry and frustrated by something her instincts told her Michael was doing, but she wasn’t sure exactly what it was. She was going to make him pay anyway, and she had him naked, tied to her bed, with his face buried in her pillow and his ass in the air. She stared at her guilty, helpless boyfriend, trying to decide what to do to him as a deserved punishment for whatever he was about, when Isabel arrived at the room exploding in laughter. She wondered at the accuracy of Maria’s skills in reading out Michael, though still lacking the alien powers to nail the exact source of the problem.
“Alright Maria, let him go, it’s not his fault.” Isabel said.
“So what is it?” She asked.
“Let him go and I’ll tell you.” She assured her.
“You do it, the knots are real tight and I don’t want to ruin my nails before I use them to make him bleed!” She spat watching Michael shiver.
Isabel made the ropes vanish with a wave of her hand. Michael sighed in relief and pushed up off the bed, which had become a place of torture. He started walking naked out of the room when Maria called him, making him look over his shoulder.
“I want a kiss before you go.” She demanded.
He turned to her and took her in his arms, knowing just what she wanted and giving it to her with all his love. Isabel shuddered as Maria’s arms circled Michael and her clawed hands hovered over his ass. Then she viciously plunged her nails into him, just over the lower semicircles she had branded into him. Isabel saw Michael’s whole body tighten with pain but his kiss remained just as gentle. Isabel grimaced, he would take anything from her, hoping one day she would understand his alien needs and realize she had no reason to be jealous or offended because they weren’t meant that way.
When they pulled apart, he was wincing, and hissed as Maria pulled her claw-like nails out of him. As he reached the door again, Isabel saw Maria grinning at the rivers of blood snaking down from each cut before he closed the door behind him. She shook her head and grabbing Maria’s arm, they went to sit on her bed.
“We need to talk.” But she just stared at her, looking for the right words.
“Well, what are you going to say? That when he needs to get fucked he just has to have it, right? I know, but that doesn’t mean I like it. I could take it if he let me be there, why doesn’t he? I know he doesn’t mind my watching it!”
“He doesn’t mind others watching when he does it with you either, but how do you feel about it? Be honest, Maria, you know you can’t lie to me.”
“It makes me self conscious and uncomfortable, cause I can’t be as uninhibited as when we’re alone.” She admitted, after thinking it over for a couple of minutes.
Isabel’s arching eyebrows spoke clearer than words.
“I don’t need to be with another girl!” Maria lashed out.
“You’re not alien.” Isabel hoped that explained everything.
“Neither are Kyle, and Stuart!” She snapped.
“Let me clarify it : You’re not an alien warrior of his kind, who has those special needs. It’s like when a pregnant woman gets a craving, a real bad one, she goes nuts and cranky until she satisfies it, I’ve heard it’s just like that. That’s why he tries to get over it as soon as possible, so he won’t get even more frustrated and unreasonable than he usually is, and make you upset.” Isabel patiently explained.
“So he goes to get fucked because of me!” Maria was enjoying being difficult.
“Maria…” Isabel sighed, shaking her head.
“Ohhh, I know, Isabel, I understand why he needs to do it, but I don’t understand why he has to do it!” She saw Isabel’s confusion and imitated her previous words. “Let me clarify : the second part should be, I don’t understand why it has to be like that for an alien warrior of his kind! Ok?”
“He doesn’t understand either, it’s the way it is. He didn’t make the rules, or choose his life, Maria. Like why must females get pregnant and not males? Why must men be the soldiers who fight in battles and not women?...”
“For your information, in some cultures, and nowadays, women also do!”
Maria insisted.
“Shit Maria! You know I mean in the general sense! Ok then, to cover everything at once, why the hell are things the way they are instead of the other way round? Huh? Can you answer that in a sensible way? NO! Cause no one can!”
“Isabel…” Maria reached out for her alien friend and both girls fell into each others arms and had a good cry.
“I would also wish Michael wouldn’t need Stuart and Stuart wouldn’t drool after Michael, but I can’t say no to them if they both want it!” Isabel hiccoughed.
“I don’t care what guy or how many guys fuck Michael as long as I can still have him for myself…” Maria hiccoughed even more dramatically than Isabel, spluttering and sobbing.
Then just deadpan, and so Maria-like, she had Isabel’s eyes and mouth wide open when she said: “Can you make us take a peek without their knowing, not to inhibit them?”
“Well, I can block out Stuart, but not Michael.”
“Oh that’s ok, I told you he doesn’t give a damn. He’s actually confessed it would sooo turn him on to have me there watching, we’ve even thought of hiding me, so the other guy won’t freak out!” Maria enthusiastically told her.
“You guys are really sick!” Isabel laughed. “Ok then, let’s go!”
Laurie, Isabel and Stuart returned from the Lavoisse’s after a pleasant evening. As they reached the second floor, they were stunned to find Sylvia sitting on the floor by Laurie’s bedroom door. She looked like a cartoon Mexican taking a siesta : her legs bent, her arms hugging them and her forehead resting on her knees. She was clearly dozing, so when they went to her and Laurie touched her head gently, she gave a start, raising her face to meet their startled ones.
- Oh, I’m sorry, but Michael…-
- Is he alright? - Isabel interrupted her, alarmed.
- Yes, it’s just that…something weird happened when I tried to wake him up. - She looked totally confused.
Isabel gave her a hand as she struggled up from her cramped position and got the whole incident in a quick flash. Sylvia gave Isabel a funny slightly scared look, obviously perceiving something unusual, though not even near what she had with Michael. Isabel noticed and identified it immediately. She fished her cellphone from her pocket that had been pressed into Sylvia, pretending she was getting a call and saying her phone was in vibrate mode. It was the perfect excuse for what Sylvia might have felt, and Isabel made a show checking the caller, shrugging, and putting it back in her pocket.
- Laurie, please, could I…talk to you…- Sylvia didn’t want to offend Isabel and Stuart.
- Sorry, I think Sylvia and I need to have a chat…- Laurie turned to Isabel and Stuart with an apologizing look.
- Of course, we’ll go check on Michael. - Isabed nodded, giving Sylvia an understanding smile.
Laurie placed her arm around Sylvia’s shoulders and they walked into her room. Isabel took Stuart’s hand, passing the flash to him and tugging him towards Michael’s room. She opened the door not caring it it was locked or not. It wasn’t. She waved the dim lamp on the nightstand on, and they went to him. He lay facing away from them, his left leg flexed and his foot hooked behind his right knee. His left arm was also flexed and his hand was tucked under his chin. His lips were slightly parted, and when she touched him, he mumbled something in his sleep and smiled. Isabel turned to Stuart and shrugged, as they guessed who he was dreaming with. Isabel was kneeling on the bed behind him as she reached back for Stuart, bringing him to kneel beside her. She took his hand and placed it over her other one, on the outside of Michael’s thigh. She slid both their hands down to his bent knee, cupping it and sliding it back up. Halfway to his body, she changed directions moving to the back of his thigh and arriving at his butt, she gently pushed their fingers tracing them along the crack to the dip over it. Michael shuddered and purred writhing under the erotic touch, as Isabel backtracked their fingers with the same ecstatic effect on the sleeping boy, this time down the back of his other thigh until Michael’s ankle stopped them. Isabel felt Stuart shaking all the way to his hand under hers and was touched by the strength of the attraction he felt for Michael. They both felt Laurie catching up with them and they broke the contact to turn to her. Michael moaned a protest and straightened both his leg and arm, turning towards them and snuggling into the same position he had been before, but now facing their way.
- Is Sylvia alright? - Stuart asked Laurie, who shrugged and sighed.
- I guess so, she gave me a detailed description of what had happened. I know she had one hell of a Michael vibe. It sure shook her up! -
- What did you tell her to calm her down? - Isabel asked.
- I told her it was typical of Michael when he was stressed, that Stuart knew and said it was because he was so hyperactive, and missing Maria had him all wired up. - Laurie informed them.
- Wow! That was brilliant! You’re just like Michael! When he’s in a tight spot, out of the blue, he finds the way out, just like that! - Isabel exclaimed.
- Did she buy it? - Stuart asked a little doubtful, Sylvia was a bright girl.
- I hope so, she sure relaxed and was almost herself when she left. - Laurie nodded.
- Did she giggle? - Stuart wondered.
- Stuart! - Isabel punched him playfully on the arm and giggled herself, admitting it was Sylvia’s trademark and was the clearest sign that she was alright.
- No, she didn’t giggle, but at least she smiled. - Laurie told them.
Isabel shook her head and looked at Stuart who squeezed her hand reassuringly. Laurie walked around the bed and sat behind her brother, placing her hand protectively on his thigh. Isabel sat on the bed opposite Laurie, in the space between Michael’s flexed elbow and knee, placing her hand possessively on his ass, and Stuart sat by his other leg, his hand on Michael’s free thigh. The connection with Michael’s body brought their minds together, and Isabel’s hand on Max’s and Maria’s brands, dragged them into it too, regardless of the distance. Liz was no problem because of her empathy : she automatically logged in.
It was 10:50pm and the other group was in Liz’s terrace checking out some school stuff when they felt the familiar pull. They filed to Liz’s bedroom in a body, as robots, and sat huddled on the bed. Kyle was at first confused, but caught on as the last one cleared the window, following them not to be left out. Playing it safe, he took Liz’s hand, knowing Max’s glazed eyes would be anywhere but there, and then Maria’s to complete the limited circle. Before they knew it, they were floating in a shady space, with glowing multi-coloured stars zooming in every direction and barely evading collision with each other in the last second : They were inside Michael’s mind.
They found all of them in ethereal translucent representations, floating lazily among the shooting stars, while they went clean through them without the least reaction or traumatic effect : his family safe in the midst of chaos. Typically Michael.
They focused in each of them, one by one, getting exactly what they meant to him, straight from Michael’s POV.
Maria’s image jumped at them, becoming almost solid in its proximity, leaping in front of the others, confirming his preference over her, but they were surprised to see Isabel zooming behind her, as Maria’s hand was clutching hers tightly and bringing her along with her. Still, Maria was in front, then all the rest rushed to take their places at either side, Stuart and Kyle beside Isabel, and Laurie, Liz and Max on Maria’s other side. But that didn’t last, they started changing places, superimposing each other as a double exposure, as they took the preferencial central spot according to Michael’s needs, without resting importance to any of the others. The images flashed at them in a quick strobe-like succession : they saw him crying on Maria’s bed as she held him in her arms from behind, they saw Max healing his bleeding lashed back area while he lay on Max’s bed, then Isabel hugging him and kissing his cheek in school as he smirked, enjoying her closeness, in the school playground, Laurie downing him with a knee in his balls somewhere in the streets in Roswell, Liz whispering to him soothingly as she held his hands in the ambulance, Laurie held in his arms in Grandpa Dupree’s shelter, Kyle carrying him bleeding and hurt, with Isabel’s help but still bending under his weight, to the jeep, Liz crying in his arms when they found out Max was missing, Liz, Maria and Alex, sitting by him as he lay hurt in Maria’s bed, Stuart bending over him as he lay on the operating table, pulling the rod out of him, Michael lying over Stuart with his back growing red with blood all the way down from his shoulder to his thigh, Michael sleping peacefully over Maria in her arms, as she rubbed his back and held him close to her, Michael riding with Laurie behind him clinging to him like a limpet, Liz riding behind him on the bike clinging to him just like Laurie, Maria and Isabel giving him a bath at the hospital, Isabel and Max sandwiching him between them on Isabel’s bed, Kyle and Michael on the horse in full action, them tumbling down to the water, in Liz’s bed in the wild 69 on that “Enigma” night, Stuart thrusting into him as the scar Max had given him in the ritual tore open and drenched them in his blood just as Michael came, Stuart not being to stop in spite of it until he came himself, Maria and him making love in his bed just before he thought he would leave for good, Michael writhing and humping the bed while listening to Maria in their recent, over the phone sexual experience. Then they were suddenly shaken violently as if they were in the middle of a major hurricane or earthquake, blinded by a powerful light and finally sunk in total darkness, which was easily overcome when they opened their eyes. They found themselves, part in Liz’s bed, and part in Michael’s at Laurie’s house. The general thought was : “What the hell was that?” To which a giggling Maria and Isabel explained to their separate groups that they had just happened to experience an explosive Michael solo orgasm.
It took them a while to stabilize and settle back down to a calm state of mind and body. The original question remained with a twist, specially to the group in Roswell who mostly didn’t where it came from : rephrase…why it had happened, cause it obviously came from Michael. Liz answered it for them, knowing from her empathy what had happened with Sylvia and guessing that was the starting point to the issue. All the faces were blushing red from the sexual scenes they had all co-starred in, except Laurie, of course, until they ended adopting a “What the hell, we all did it” posture and felt at ease with each other again. So back to the question before mentioned : Why weren’t the flashes in chronological order, or according to the person who was interacting with Michael? Isabel answered it for Laurie and Stuart exactly the same as it was in Roswell, where Maria and Liz started answering it together : It’s Michael’s mind! How can you expect a logical order of any kind? Both rooms witnessed their sighs which said now they understood, or did they?
After the exhausting experience, the Roswell group started flocking back to their homes. Max gave Liz a wistful look trying to go for the soulfoul eyes, but Liz was adamant, with her parents next door and lately, on the lookout.
He joined Kyle and Maria, driving them home and returning to Michael’s, missing making love to him. He lay back on the bed and pulling the pillow from under his head, he placed it over his face, breathing in the sweet recomforting scent of Michael from it.
Maria knew Michael was in one of his deep slumbers after their sex phone experience and whatever he had felt through the collective blast he had given them. She went to bed ready to dream with him as she hoped he was doing too. She had a surprise coming.
Laurie walked out of Michael’s room with Isabel and Stuart right behind her. Just after Laurie whispered “Good night” to them and closed her door, Michael moaned and Stuart turned to look back into the room from where they were standing at the door. He headed back in with Isabel holding his hand.
- You ok, kid? - Stuart touched his cheek, and Michael’s hand grabbed his wrist.
Michael swallowed and they noticed he was breathing hard. Isabel placed her hand over Michael’s on Stuart’s wrist, and felt the his raw need…for a man. She smiled, yes, that was the warrior in him, no doubts about it, and Michael was the only one of that unique kind, she had to respect it. She bend down and kissed the corner of his lips, feeling them curve in a thankful smile. He knew she understood, and complied.
- He needs you. - Isabel whispered to Stuart, such a simple fact, and with a peck on his lips, she left the room.
Isabel went straight to bed, and decided to pay Maria a visit. She created the mental image, and started dreamwalking. She found Maria in one of those dreams, where she felt angry and frustrated by something her instincts told her Michael was doing, but she wasn’t sure exactly what it was. She was going to make him pay anyway, and she had him naked, tied to her bed, with his face buried in her pillow and his ass in the air. She stared at her guilty, helpless boyfriend, trying to decide what to do to him as a deserved punishment for whatever he was about, when Isabel arrived at the room exploding in laughter. She wondered at the accuracy of Maria’s skills in reading out Michael, though still lacking the alien powers to nail the exact source of the problem.
“Alright Maria, let him go, it’s not his fault.” Isabel said.
“So what is it?” She asked.
“Let him go and I’ll tell you.” She assured her.
“You do it, the knots are real tight and I don’t want to ruin my nails before I use them to make him bleed!” She spat watching Michael shiver.
Isabel made the ropes vanish with a wave of her hand. Michael sighed in relief and pushed up off the bed, which had become a place of torture. He started walking naked out of the room when Maria called him, making him look over his shoulder.
“I want a kiss before you go.” She demanded.
He turned to her and took her in his arms, knowing just what she wanted and giving it to her with all his love. Isabel shuddered as Maria’s arms circled Michael and her clawed hands hovered over his ass. Then she viciously plunged her nails into him, just over the lower semicircles she had branded into him. Isabel saw Michael’s whole body tighten with pain but his kiss remained just as gentle. Isabel grimaced, he would take anything from her, hoping one day she would understand his alien needs and realize she had no reason to be jealous or offended because they weren’t meant that way.
When they pulled apart, he was wincing, and hissed as Maria pulled her claw-like nails out of him. As he reached the door again, Isabel saw Maria grinning at the rivers of blood snaking down from each cut before he closed the door behind him. She shook her head and grabbing Maria’s arm, they went to sit on her bed.
“We need to talk.” But she just stared at her, looking for the right words.
“Well, what are you going to say? That when he needs to get fucked he just has to have it, right? I know, but that doesn’t mean I like it. I could take it if he let me be there, why doesn’t he? I know he doesn’t mind my watching it!”
“He doesn’t mind others watching when he does it with you either, but how do you feel about it? Be honest, Maria, you know you can’t lie to me.”
“It makes me self conscious and uncomfortable, cause I can’t be as uninhibited as when we’re alone.” She admitted, after thinking it over for a couple of minutes.
Isabel’s arching eyebrows spoke clearer than words.
“I don’t need to be with another girl!” Maria lashed out.
“You’re not alien.” Isabel hoped that explained everything.
“Neither are Kyle, and Stuart!” She snapped.
“Let me clarify it : You’re not an alien warrior of his kind, who has those special needs. It’s like when a pregnant woman gets a craving, a real bad one, she goes nuts and cranky until she satisfies it, I’ve heard it’s just like that. That’s why he tries to get over it as soon as possible, so he won’t get even more frustrated and unreasonable than he usually is, and make you upset.” Isabel patiently explained.
“So he goes to get fucked because of me!” Maria was enjoying being difficult.
“Maria…” Isabel sighed, shaking her head.
“Ohhh, I know, Isabel, I understand why he needs to do it, but I don’t understand why he has to do it!” She saw Isabel’s confusion and imitated her previous words. “Let me clarify : the second part should be, I don’t understand why it has to be like that for an alien warrior of his kind! Ok?”
“He doesn’t understand either, it’s the way it is. He didn’t make the rules, or choose his life, Maria. Like why must females get pregnant and not males? Why must men be the soldiers who fight in battles and not women?...”
“For your information, in some cultures, and nowadays, women also do!”
Maria insisted.
“Shit Maria! You know I mean in the general sense! Ok then, to cover everything at once, why the hell are things the way they are instead of the other way round? Huh? Can you answer that in a sensible way? NO! Cause no one can!”
“Isabel…” Maria reached out for her alien friend and both girls fell into each others arms and had a good cry.
“I would also wish Michael wouldn’t need Stuart and Stuart wouldn’t drool after Michael, but I can’t say no to them if they both want it!” Isabel hiccoughed.
“I don’t care what guy or how many guys fuck Michael as long as I can still have him for myself…” Maria hiccoughed even more dramatically than Isabel, spluttering and sobbing.
Then just deadpan, and so Maria-like, she had Isabel’s eyes and mouth wide open when she said: “Can you make us take a peek without their knowing, not to inhibit them?”
“Well, I can block out Stuart, but not Michael.”
“Oh that’s ok, I told you he doesn’t give a damn. He’s actually confessed it would sooo turn him on to have me there watching, we’ve even thought of hiding me, so the other guy won’t freak out!” Maria enthusiastically told her.
“You guys are really sick!” Isabel laughed. “Ok then, let’s go!”
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 214
Stuart’s eyes went all over Michael’s body. He squatted by the bed and pulling his arm up to his mouth, he kissed the back of Michael’s hand on his wrist, and Michael let go of him.
- Please, don’t go…Isabel, don’t let him go…please…- He begged in a soft whisper.
- I’m here with you, Michael, Isabel has gone to her room, she told me you need me. I’m right here. - He whispered back.
Then he leant over and kissed the corner of his mouth, right where Isabel had, and he tensed when he felt the boy turn his face and meet his lips. Stuart had never kissed another male before. He had always thought he would be totally grossed out, but Michael’s lips were soft and full, and had that faint sweet taste of cotton candy like his body had. Stuart was surprised to find it as pleasant as when he had kissed Gina, who had the nicest kissing lips of all the women he had ever kissed. No, it was better, because Michael wasn’t aggressive as he thought another man would be, trying to be in charge, Michael was just sharing, not imposing. He couldn’t believe his tongue was sliding out of his mouth into Michael’s and the tip of the boy’s tongue was gently meeting his, warm and silky at the same time. Stuart sucked it, tasting his sweetness and the vibrations of Michael’s moan sent a jolt all the way down to his cock. Just as gently, Michael broke the kiss, and laid his face back on the pillow with a sigh. Stuart was shaking all over with the unbelievable tenderness he was feeling for Michael, answering to the one he had just received from his kiss. How could anyone be cruel to this boy, was beyond him. He placed his hand on his shoulder and slid it all the way down to his thigh, feeling the faint scars of the wounds he had taken for him, and tears filled his eyes. Stuart needed to feel all of him under his hands, he started trying to get rid of his clothes one handed and felt Michael’s hand brush his shirt over his chest and they all simply vanished, even his shoes. Stuart chuckled and shook his head. “Michael” he thought, and couldn’t find a more beautiful name or even word in his whole vocabulary. He eased himself on the bed and Michael straightened and stretched lazily, spreading his legs wide apart for his doctor to nestle between them. Stuart watched the tall boy’s muscles ripple under the smooth golden tanned skin. He laid his other hand on Michael’s left shoulder and slid it down to his thigh too. He turned his hands inwards so that his fingers skimmed over the velvety soft delicate skin there, as they travelled upwards towards his body. Stuart’s cock was completely upright, glued to his belly and literally overflowing with precum, already bathing it halfway down to the base. He slid his hands to spread Michael’s buttocks and his cock miraculously jumped up another inch when his hands cupped the firm round globes, their warmth climbing over his arms and warming his very soul. He simply couldn’t resist the impulse and he lowered his head until the tip of his tongue was flickering at the tiny pink opening that he could hardly wait to possess. Michael moaned and pushed his hips up on his knees, making the saliva slick tongue slide inside him. Stuart felt the heat of Michael’s burning passage and his brain melted, nothing made sense to him anymore, only being inside him. He pulled out of him, his sweet taste on his tongue too…was the boy made of cotton candy? Stuart needed both hands to force his cock down to aim it where he wanted it. It was so slick, his precum bathing almost the whole organ, as he pressed the dripping head against Michael. He held it down hard with his thumbs before letting go and fanned out his fingers to spread Michael and watch open mouthed as he slowly stuck it into the boy. He was so tight! Michael gasped, hissed, moaned and whimpered as Stuart twisted his body from one side to the other, working his cock into the impossibly narrow suede-soft encasement. He wanted it all in, but the way the boy was contracting,
it was as if he was fighting him and daring him to shove it in with all he had. So Stuart decided to please him, if that was what he wanted : he pulled out just a little to gain momentum and rammed it in, putting all his weight behind it. When he felt the boy’s clenching tissues give, he plunged his steel hard cock deep in and buried it to the hilt as the boy’s hips bucked back to meet his thrust. Michael growled into the pillow as his hands clutched the sheets and his whole body turned to steel, like the cock inside him. Stuart couldn’t believe it, he was gripped in a vice. He had been so excited that he hadn’t been able to remember the other time he had had sex with the boy. Michael shifted under him and grunted as Stuart’s cock drove hard deep against him, though there was no way it could go any deeper. Stuart realized the excrutiating amount of pain he had put Michael through when he had rammed into him as mercilessly as he had. He found it hard to believe he had been wondering, just a few minutes ago, how anyone could be cruel to this boy, and how else could he describe the way he had penetrated his body just now? Had that been him? He now thought perhaps no one had really meant to be cruel, but he just drove them out of their minds like it had just happened to him. He was learning a lot of things from this boy. He had never been able to understand drug use until now, the kid was a drug. He considered himself blessed with the strongest will power ever, but the thought of Michael simply sent him over the edge! Like right now. The boy was slithering under him and he knew he was demanding action. He was ready for him. Stuart pulled it out slowly and slid it back in. Michael moaned and let it glide out, but squeezed him all the way in. They started moving in perfect sync from the next time on, and Stuart just loved the way he had to push it in and felt Michael holding him inside until he allowed him out again. His cock tingled as he slid in and out of the boy in slow deep strokes, then staying as deep as he could go, he would grind it in a circle a few times and then stab short faster ones, resuming the slow motion to make it last as long as possible. It felt so good. Stuart was rubbing Michael in all the right places inside him, then he would sweet torture him, pulling it all out and giving a fast short jab and stop, holding Michael’s butt not to let him buck against him, then another and another, until he was all back in. Or he would slide it very slowly all out and plunge it back in, in one deep fast shove that left the boy gasping and out of breath. Michael specially liked it when he buried it deep inside and pulled it out halfway to push back in alternating from one side to the other.
- Stuart…please…- Michael begged for release.
He had been almost there so many times but cunningly held back, that he was dying to come, he just craved it so much it hurt. Stuart was normally slow to come though with Michael he admitted he was struggling to hold back, so he was ready to have him coming as soon as Michael started to plead. He pulled it almost halfway out again and adjusted his body higher over Michael aiming it downwards, so that the head skimmed over his g-spot with each thrust. At the first spasm, he pressed hard into his prostate and pounded on it until Michael was really coming. Then he changed directions shoving it deep until their balls touched and Stuart’s hot sperm burst hard into him. Michael was shuddering and whimpering, as Stuart rolled them on their sides and held the boy tight against him. Stuart had thought he had imagined the aftermath that other time, but there it was again, quite real. He clung to the boy, enjoying everything that he could give him from his alien world, caressing his body and kissing every part of him he could reach in their position, and when Michael turned his face over his shoulder, Stuart didn’t hesitate to kiss his lips, pushing his tongue into
the boy’s mouth and twining it with his. As the aftermath wore off, Stuart felt himself slipping out of Michael as the boy groaned with the loss. He rolled back on his stomach and Stuart used his fingers to push his escaping cum back into him and tease his slicked up ass. Remembering the scare he had the last time with Max’s brand, he spread him to check it out. It was very red but it wasn’t bleeding. He pressed his fingertip against it and Michael jerked and hissed, it was sore, which meant that the fact that Max accepted him didn’t mean he wasn’t jealous. The painful reaction of the scar, was clearly showing it.
- Does it hurt? - Stuart asked, touching it again, gently.
- Yeah…it’s ok…- Michael whispered.
Stuart started a soothing massage, beginning with his thighs which fascinated him, specially when he saw them rippling as he rode the huge horse. Then rising to his equally awesome ass, tracing the recent brandings and finding them just as painful, yes, he was feeling jealousy from three different sources from them : Max, Isabel and Maria. Of course they were jealous, he was too, when the sexual innuendos were a little too obvious. But not anymore than the others were, after all he had only had sex with Michael twice, plus the dream one, which didn’t count. As far as he knew, Kyle had had three real ones, plus the one when he was drugged and drunk so maybe that one shouldn’t count either, and Liz, a couple of times but in only one occasion. He was amazed to find himself in such a relationship, with an alien boy! Until just a few months ago, when he came to Roswell, he had been celibate for some years, having made up his mind after his last fiasco, that the next time would be the real thing, and only when he was sure it was. That’s how he felt when he met Isabel, and yet he ended fucking Michael! And he didn’t regret it, quite the contrary. Wow! He had got himself one hell of a piece of ass! Too bad he had to share it, but still he felt lucky he could have it at all when he could. It was worth it. His hands started kneading the small of Michael’s back and kept going up to his shoulders. The boy took a deep breath and sighed, and Stuart felt him falling asleep. He went on until he was completely sure he was sleeping, and lay beside him on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching him and treasuring the moment. When he felt sleep overcoming him, he just lay back and turned his face whispering “sweet dreams” into Michael’s soft hair. The boy went : “Mmm…” and turned his face his way, easing his body over Stuart’s, his cheek and their clasped hands on the doctor’s chest.
Maria and Isabel were back on the dream world.
“Oh my god, Isabel, Stuart has to be yours! He’s such a sweet guy! I love the way he feels about Michael, sure I’m a little jealous, I can’t do that for him, not even with my stupid toy. And of course you’re jealous too, both ways, right? C’mon! Talk to me!” Maria coaxed.
“Well, yeah, kind of…I can’t give Michael what a Stuart does, and I don’t think Stuart will feel with me the way he feels with Michael. I’m not him, and it’s his vibes that drive him nuts.” Isabel sighed.
“Dammit, we arrived when the show had already started!” Maria whined.
“Oh, no problem, I got it from Michael when I kissed his cheek before we left.” Isabel said.
“I also kissed his cheek goodnight, and I got nothing!” Maria complained.
“You’re not alien…” Isabel sing songed, teasing. “Here, I’ll give it to you.”
She pressed her fingers into Maria’s forehead as the human girl closed her eyes.
“Ohhh! Wow!” Maria went, when she got the whole picture.
“Ok, goodbye.” Isabel dismissed Maria.
“Wait! Did Stuart say when Michael was coming back to Roswell?” Maria asked.
“Yes, we discussed that at dinner with Uncle Derek and Serena. We’ll all be back after this weekend. Stuart said two weeks were a little suspicious, but three are reasonable. So on Monday, we’re all back home.” Isabel nodded.
“Why can’t everything be complete? It’ll be great having Michael by me all the time, but I’ll sure miss the weekends at Laurie’s.” Maria whined.
“Believe me, we all will. I will miss Stuart again. How about that?” Isabel said in a sad voice.
“Oh, Isabel, right! I’m so sorry!” Maria truly was.
She knew what it was like to be away from the one you loved, she had been going through just that for the last two weeks, and though sometimes she didn’t quite know which way her relationship was going, she did feel safe with Michael and loved him very much. She had this funny floating feeling when she opened her eyes and found herself at home, with the alarm clock just ten minutes away from doing its thing. She called Liz and asked her if her empathy had taken her to Michael and Stuart last night and Liz asked her quite surprised how she knew.
- Oh, Isabel dreamwalked me and we were there together. - Maria said, matter-of-factly.
- You’re ok with it? - Liz wondered.
- Stuart is a great guy, Liz, I owe him Michael’s life, what can I say, he loves Michael very much, and I’m very grateful to him, for that too.”
- For what too? - Liz asked intrigued.
- For giving him what I can’t. - Maria put it simply, and hanged up.
Liz stared at the receiver and sighed. Maria had sure changed a lot these last few months, and she was glad for her.
Stuart woke up spooned into Michael’s side as his erection was pressing against the boy’s hip. His hand was on Michael’s ass and he slid it down between his thighs and teased his balls before finger walking to his “power button”, as Serena had subtly put it. Michael purred and ground his ass against his hand, always ready for that kind of action. Stuart pushed in a little and found he was still quite slick, his writhing telling him he had really turned him on. He grabbed the boy’s hip and started raising his front off the bed to roll him on his side towards him. Michael started resisting but Stuart had only to nudge him with his erection and Michael couldn’t turn into him fast enough. Stuart reached for his thigh and pulled it up to give him better access to enter him. Michael flexed his leg in front of the other one easing his entry. Stuart used his hand to aim it and shoved. Both him and Michael shuddered and groaned as the hard cock pushed into the warm, slick, tight passage. They were so relaxed, that it was just a lazy slow deep in and out, non stop motion, with Stuart’s fingers digging into Michael’s muscular buttock as he kept him spread and exposed to him. Stuart was surprised at the boy’s easy rhythm, unusually undemanding, flowing along with his pace, until he twisted body, adjusting it to receive his thrusts into his sweet spot and started coming, moaning and sobbing as he squeezed and milked Stuart dry. Then he started relaxing, taking deep breaths as Stuart kissed his shoulder and the spot between his shoulder blades, whispering his name, asking him if it had been ok, and was surprised when Michael just mumbled and whimpered. Stuart realized Michael hadn’t woken up at all! He had enjoyed his love making as a real life wet dream, and kept on sleeping as they floated into the aftermath. No wonder it had gone so smoothly, without any intentional resistance, to elicit painful penetrations, just a pleasant interaction giving each other a sweet consensual pleasure. Stuart hoped, for Michael’s sake and safety, that he could learn to enjoy that kind of sex, without the pain and violence, which he craved for and favoured. He hoped he could be the one to convince him to give it a try, when he was awake and conscious. Wonders never ceased with Michael, and maybe his wish would come true.
Stuart woke up with a start as early light began to fill the room. His sudden movement had pulled his morning erection from where it was still nestled just inside Michael’s ass. The boy gasped and Stuart sat up in time to catch him wincing.
- Michael…- Stuart whispered as he leant over and caressed his cheek with his lips.
He watched the wince half merge into a sweet smile, and he licked the boy’s lips as Michael sucked his tongue into his mouth. His pleasant sweet taste was still there, and Stuart hoped his wasn’t that bad. Stuart had to pull back, after giving him a soft kiss, and Michael moaned and winced again. Stuart watched him straighten his leg and roll back completely on his stomach, making it easier for him to check him out. He wasn’t bleeding but the small brand was still somewhat red and looked inflamed. Stuart could see his sperm gelled on the inside of Michael’s thighs and still dripping from his ass. He put his fingertip on the sensitive rosebud, and felt it contract as he pressed it in a circle. His leaking juices allowed his finger to slide in easily into him, gently compressed by the tight sphincter muscles, which went into a full contraction as he started pulling out. Oh yes, he would love to fuck him again, but he had to be early at the hospital and the boy’s beckoning whimpers and his gorgeous ass under his hands, were making it very hard to resist. He had to tear his eyes away and force himself off the bed, to pad to the bathroom for a robe and leave the room without looking back.
Stuart’s eyes went all over Michael’s body. He squatted by the bed and pulling his arm up to his mouth, he kissed the back of Michael’s hand on his wrist, and Michael let go of him.
- Please, don’t go…Isabel, don’t let him go…please…- He begged in a soft whisper.
- I’m here with you, Michael, Isabel has gone to her room, she told me you need me. I’m right here. - He whispered back.
Then he leant over and kissed the corner of his mouth, right where Isabel had, and he tensed when he felt the boy turn his face and meet his lips. Stuart had never kissed another male before. He had always thought he would be totally grossed out, but Michael’s lips were soft and full, and had that faint sweet taste of cotton candy like his body had. Stuart was surprised to find it as pleasant as when he had kissed Gina, who had the nicest kissing lips of all the women he had ever kissed. No, it was better, because Michael wasn’t aggressive as he thought another man would be, trying to be in charge, Michael was just sharing, not imposing. He couldn’t believe his tongue was sliding out of his mouth into Michael’s and the tip of the boy’s tongue was gently meeting his, warm and silky at the same time. Stuart sucked it, tasting his sweetness and the vibrations of Michael’s moan sent a jolt all the way down to his cock. Just as gently, Michael broke the kiss, and laid his face back on the pillow with a sigh. Stuart was shaking all over with the unbelievable tenderness he was feeling for Michael, answering to the one he had just received from his kiss. How could anyone be cruel to this boy, was beyond him. He placed his hand on his shoulder and slid it all the way down to his thigh, feeling the faint scars of the wounds he had taken for him, and tears filled his eyes. Stuart needed to feel all of him under his hands, he started trying to get rid of his clothes one handed and felt Michael’s hand brush his shirt over his chest and they all simply vanished, even his shoes. Stuart chuckled and shook his head. “Michael” he thought, and couldn’t find a more beautiful name or even word in his whole vocabulary. He eased himself on the bed and Michael straightened and stretched lazily, spreading his legs wide apart for his doctor to nestle between them. Stuart watched the tall boy’s muscles ripple under the smooth golden tanned skin. He laid his other hand on Michael’s left shoulder and slid it down to his thigh too. He turned his hands inwards so that his fingers skimmed over the velvety soft delicate skin there, as they travelled upwards towards his body. Stuart’s cock was completely upright, glued to his belly and literally overflowing with precum, already bathing it halfway down to the base. He slid his hands to spread Michael’s buttocks and his cock miraculously jumped up another inch when his hands cupped the firm round globes, their warmth climbing over his arms and warming his very soul. He simply couldn’t resist the impulse and he lowered his head until the tip of his tongue was flickering at the tiny pink opening that he could hardly wait to possess. Michael moaned and pushed his hips up on his knees, making the saliva slick tongue slide inside him. Stuart felt the heat of Michael’s burning passage and his brain melted, nothing made sense to him anymore, only being inside him. He pulled out of him, his sweet taste on his tongue too…was the boy made of cotton candy? Stuart needed both hands to force his cock down to aim it where he wanted it. It was so slick, his precum bathing almost the whole organ, as he pressed the dripping head against Michael. He held it down hard with his thumbs before letting go and fanned out his fingers to spread Michael and watch open mouthed as he slowly stuck it into the boy. He was so tight! Michael gasped, hissed, moaned and whimpered as Stuart twisted his body from one side to the other, working his cock into the impossibly narrow suede-soft encasement. He wanted it all in, but the way the boy was contracting,
it was as if he was fighting him and daring him to shove it in with all he had. So Stuart decided to please him, if that was what he wanted : he pulled out just a little to gain momentum and rammed it in, putting all his weight behind it. When he felt the boy’s clenching tissues give, he plunged his steel hard cock deep in and buried it to the hilt as the boy’s hips bucked back to meet his thrust. Michael growled into the pillow as his hands clutched the sheets and his whole body turned to steel, like the cock inside him. Stuart couldn’t believe it, he was gripped in a vice. He had been so excited that he hadn’t been able to remember the other time he had had sex with the boy. Michael shifted under him and grunted as Stuart’s cock drove hard deep against him, though there was no way it could go any deeper. Stuart realized the excrutiating amount of pain he had put Michael through when he had rammed into him as mercilessly as he had. He found it hard to believe he had been wondering, just a few minutes ago, how anyone could be cruel to this boy, and how else could he describe the way he had penetrated his body just now? Had that been him? He now thought perhaps no one had really meant to be cruel, but he just drove them out of their minds like it had just happened to him. He was learning a lot of things from this boy. He had never been able to understand drug use until now, the kid was a drug. He considered himself blessed with the strongest will power ever, but the thought of Michael simply sent him over the edge! Like right now. The boy was slithering under him and he knew he was demanding action. He was ready for him. Stuart pulled it out slowly and slid it back in. Michael moaned and let it glide out, but squeezed him all the way in. They started moving in perfect sync from the next time on, and Stuart just loved the way he had to push it in and felt Michael holding him inside until he allowed him out again. His cock tingled as he slid in and out of the boy in slow deep strokes, then staying as deep as he could go, he would grind it in a circle a few times and then stab short faster ones, resuming the slow motion to make it last as long as possible. It felt so good. Stuart was rubbing Michael in all the right places inside him, then he would sweet torture him, pulling it all out and giving a fast short jab and stop, holding Michael’s butt not to let him buck against him, then another and another, until he was all back in. Or he would slide it very slowly all out and plunge it back in, in one deep fast shove that left the boy gasping and out of breath. Michael specially liked it when he buried it deep inside and pulled it out halfway to push back in alternating from one side to the other.
- Stuart…please…- Michael begged for release.
He had been almost there so many times but cunningly held back, that he was dying to come, he just craved it so much it hurt. Stuart was normally slow to come though with Michael he admitted he was struggling to hold back, so he was ready to have him coming as soon as Michael started to plead. He pulled it almost halfway out again and adjusted his body higher over Michael aiming it downwards, so that the head skimmed over his g-spot with each thrust. At the first spasm, he pressed hard into his prostate and pounded on it until Michael was really coming. Then he changed directions shoving it deep until their balls touched and Stuart’s hot sperm burst hard into him. Michael was shuddering and whimpering, as Stuart rolled them on their sides and held the boy tight against him. Stuart had thought he had imagined the aftermath that other time, but there it was again, quite real. He clung to the boy, enjoying everything that he could give him from his alien world, caressing his body and kissing every part of him he could reach in their position, and when Michael turned his face over his shoulder, Stuart didn’t hesitate to kiss his lips, pushing his tongue into
the boy’s mouth and twining it with his. As the aftermath wore off, Stuart felt himself slipping out of Michael as the boy groaned with the loss. He rolled back on his stomach and Stuart used his fingers to push his escaping cum back into him and tease his slicked up ass. Remembering the scare he had the last time with Max’s brand, he spread him to check it out. It was very red but it wasn’t bleeding. He pressed his fingertip against it and Michael jerked and hissed, it was sore, which meant that the fact that Max accepted him didn’t mean he wasn’t jealous. The painful reaction of the scar, was clearly showing it.
- Does it hurt? - Stuart asked, touching it again, gently.
- Yeah…it’s ok…- Michael whispered.
Stuart started a soothing massage, beginning with his thighs which fascinated him, specially when he saw them rippling as he rode the huge horse. Then rising to his equally awesome ass, tracing the recent brandings and finding them just as painful, yes, he was feeling jealousy from three different sources from them : Max, Isabel and Maria. Of course they were jealous, he was too, when the sexual innuendos were a little too obvious. But not anymore than the others were, after all he had only had sex with Michael twice, plus the dream one, which didn’t count. As far as he knew, Kyle had had three real ones, plus the one when he was drugged and drunk so maybe that one shouldn’t count either, and Liz, a couple of times but in only one occasion. He was amazed to find himself in such a relationship, with an alien boy! Until just a few months ago, when he came to Roswell, he had been celibate for some years, having made up his mind after his last fiasco, that the next time would be the real thing, and only when he was sure it was. That’s how he felt when he met Isabel, and yet he ended fucking Michael! And he didn’t regret it, quite the contrary. Wow! He had got himself one hell of a piece of ass! Too bad he had to share it, but still he felt lucky he could have it at all when he could. It was worth it. His hands started kneading the small of Michael’s back and kept going up to his shoulders. The boy took a deep breath and sighed, and Stuart felt him falling asleep. He went on until he was completely sure he was sleeping, and lay beside him on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching him and treasuring the moment. When he felt sleep overcoming him, he just lay back and turned his face whispering “sweet dreams” into Michael’s soft hair. The boy went : “Mmm…” and turned his face his way, easing his body over Stuart’s, his cheek and their clasped hands on the doctor’s chest.
Maria and Isabel were back on the dream world.
“Oh my god, Isabel, Stuart has to be yours! He’s such a sweet guy! I love the way he feels about Michael, sure I’m a little jealous, I can’t do that for him, not even with my stupid toy. And of course you’re jealous too, both ways, right? C’mon! Talk to me!” Maria coaxed.
“Well, yeah, kind of…I can’t give Michael what a Stuart does, and I don’t think Stuart will feel with me the way he feels with Michael. I’m not him, and it’s his vibes that drive him nuts.” Isabel sighed.
“Dammit, we arrived when the show had already started!” Maria whined.
“Oh, no problem, I got it from Michael when I kissed his cheek before we left.” Isabel said.
“I also kissed his cheek goodnight, and I got nothing!” Maria complained.
“You’re not alien…” Isabel sing songed, teasing. “Here, I’ll give it to you.”
She pressed her fingers into Maria’s forehead as the human girl closed her eyes.
“Ohhh! Wow!” Maria went, when she got the whole picture.
“Ok, goodbye.” Isabel dismissed Maria.
“Wait! Did Stuart say when Michael was coming back to Roswell?” Maria asked.
“Yes, we discussed that at dinner with Uncle Derek and Serena. We’ll all be back after this weekend. Stuart said two weeks were a little suspicious, but three are reasonable. So on Monday, we’re all back home.” Isabel nodded.
“Why can’t everything be complete? It’ll be great having Michael by me all the time, but I’ll sure miss the weekends at Laurie’s.” Maria whined.
“Believe me, we all will. I will miss Stuart again. How about that?” Isabel said in a sad voice.
“Oh, Isabel, right! I’m so sorry!” Maria truly was.
She knew what it was like to be away from the one you loved, she had been going through just that for the last two weeks, and though sometimes she didn’t quite know which way her relationship was going, she did feel safe with Michael and loved him very much. She had this funny floating feeling when she opened her eyes and found herself at home, with the alarm clock just ten minutes away from doing its thing. She called Liz and asked her if her empathy had taken her to Michael and Stuart last night and Liz asked her quite surprised how she knew.
- Oh, Isabel dreamwalked me and we were there together. - Maria said, matter-of-factly.
- You’re ok with it? - Liz wondered.
- Stuart is a great guy, Liz, I owe him Michael’s life, what can I say, he loves Michael very much, and I’m very grateful to him, for that too.”
- For what too? - Liz asked intrigued.
- For giving him what I can’t. - Maria put it simply, and hanged up.
Liz stared at the receiver and sighed. Maria had sure changed a lot these last few months, and she was glad for her.
Stuart woke up spooned into Michael’s side as his erection was pressing against the boy’s hip. His hand was on Michael’s ass and he slid it down between his thighs and teased his balls before finger walking to his “power button”, as Serena had subtly put it. Michael purred and ground his ass against his hand, always ready for that kind of action. Stuart pushed in a little and found he was still quite slick, his writhing telling him he had really turned him on. He grabbed the boy’s hip and started raising his front off the bed to roll him on his side towards him. Michael started resisting but Stuart had only to nudge him with his erection and Michael couldn’t turn into him fast enough. Stuart reached for his thigh and pulled it up to give him better access to enter him. Michael flexed his leg in front of the other one easing his entry. Stuart used his hand to aim it and shoved. Both him and Michael shuddered and groaned as the hard cock pushed into the warm, slick, tight passage. They were so relaxed, that it was just a lazy slow deep in and out, non stop motion, with Stuart’s fingers digging into Michael’s muscular buttock as he kept him spread and exposed to him. Stuart was surprised at the boy’s easy rhythm, unusually undemanding, flowing along with his pace, until he twisted body, adjusting it to receive his thrusts into his sweet spot and started coming, moaning and sobbing as he squeezed and milked Stuart dry. Then he started relaxing, taking deep breaths as Stuart kissed his shoulder and the spot between his shoulder blades, whispering his name, asking him if it had been ok, and was surprised when Michael just mumbled and whimpered. Stuart realized Michael hadn’t woken up at all! He had enjoyed his love making as a real life wet dream, and kept on sleeping as they floated into the aftermath. No wonder it had gone so smoothly, without any intentional resistance, to elicit painful penetrations, just a pleasant interaction giving each other a sweet consensual pleasure. Stuart hoped, for Michael’s sake and safety, that he could learn to enjoy that kind of sex, without the pain and violence, which he craved for and favoured. He hoped he could be the one to convince him to give it a try, when he was awake and conscious. Wonders never ceased with Michael, and maybe his wish would come true.
Stuart woke up with a start as early light began to fill the room. His sudden movement had pulled his morning erection from where it was still nestled just inside Michael’s ass. The boy gasped and Stuart sat up in time to catch him wincing.
- Michael…- Stuart whispered as he leant over and caressed his cheek with his lips.
He watched the wince half merge into a sweet smile, and he licked the boy’s lips as Michael sucked his tongue into his mouth. His pleasant sweet taste was still there, and Stuart hoped his wasn’t that bad. Stuart had to pull back, after giving him a soft kiss, and Michael moaned and winced again. Stuart watched him straighten his leg and roll back completely on his stomach, making it easier for him to check him out. He wasn’t bleeding but the small brand was still somewhat red and looked inflamed. Stuart could see his sperm gelled on the inside of Michael’s thighs and still dripping from his ass. He put his fingertip on the sensitive rosebud, and felt it contract as he pressed it in a circle. His leaking juices allowed his finger to slide in easily into him, gently compressed by the tight sphincter muscles, which went into a full contraction as he started pulling out. Oh yes, he would love to fuck him again, but he had to be early at the hospital and the boy’s beckoning whimpers and his gorgeous ass under his hands, were making it very hard to resist. He had to tear his eyes away and force himself off the bed, to pad to the bathroom for a robe and leave the room without looking back.
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Chapter 215
Stuart took a quick shower and dressed just as fast. He left his room and went back to give Michael one last check up before he left. He had squeezed a glob of ointment on his fingertip for the sore brand, damn Max!...he chuckled, understanding the healer’s jealousy perfectly, he had every right! Michael hadn’t moved since he left him, so he carefull applied the cool goop and cherished the way the boy writhed and moaned when he felt his touch.
- Yesss…- Michael mumbled as he winced and bucked.
- Nooo…- Stuart teased, like the joke of the sadist and the masochist, and slapped his ass playfully to watch him wince and hear him moan in disappointment as he left reluctantly. He tiptoed towards the staircase, not wanting to wake up anyone if they weren’t up yet. He turned startled as he heard Isabel’s door opening. She came out, with a soft smile and reached for his hand.
- Breakfast? - She whispered and nuzzled his neck.
Stuart nodded, not being able to articulate even a single syllable word. He squeezed her hand and smiled, glad she had joined him.
- Thank you. - She said simply.
- No Isabel, thank you. - He assured her as they took the stairs.
Something suddenly clicked in his brain and he looked at her not sure if he should be upset.
- You were there! - He hadn’t meant his words to sound so accusing, and regretted his tone immediately when he saw her flinch.
- I’m sorry, it’s just that I love the way you…love Michael. - She sounded absolutely contrite.
- Isabel, that didn’t come out right, what confuses me is that I didn’t feel you there, why? - Stuart wondered.
- I blocked you out…it was something Maria said…-
- Maria was with you? - He almost fell down the last few steps watching her nod.
- She loved it…she loves you for it too…- Isabel’s voice was barely audible.
- Michael…? - He hated to ask.
- He knew, he likes Maria watching, and he doesn’t mind me either. I can’t block him out, you know…- She still sounded a little insecure.
Stuart chuckled and she joined in with a giggle, which reminded them of Sylvia and a slight worried frown crossed their faces as they entered the kitchen. Only Anita was there and that made it worse, but Sylvia came into the room right after them and placed two steaming coffee mugs on the table with an uncertain smile.
- Hey, you ok? - Isabel smiled back.
- Yeah, I guess. - She gestured nervously towards her mother.
Isabel and Stuart nodded and concentrated on their coffee. After two sips, they watched Anita leave the kitchen muttering to herself in her native Spanish as usual, and Sylvia gave a relieved sigh and nodded at them.
- I’m still a little shaken, of course my mother noticed and I had to tell her the lamp in Michael’s room gave me a jolt but he has already fixed it. She told me that in Arequipa, where she comes from, they used to play this prank when they were kids : the atmosphere there was very electric because they were surrounded by three volcanoes, and they would rub their shoes on a woolen carpet before they touched you, giving you an electric jolt. She laughed as if it was the utmost joke! Sure, if you did it, not received it! Is Michael always so electric? - She asked grimacing.
Stuart and Isabel stared at each other and blinked.
- Yes, like I said, when he’s stressed. He means no harm and he usually doesn’t realize he’s doing it, specially when he’s asleep, of course, but he can control it when he’s aware of it. I’m sure he’s very sorry to have scared you. You know him, he’s a big teddy bear! - Isabel giggled and when Sylvia joined in, goodnaturedly, it was music to their ears.
- Mom says her uncle used to burst all the lightbulbs around him when he was pissed! - Sylvia left the room, giggling and waving back for emphasis.
Both Isabel and Stuart breathed before realizing they hadn’t been doing it.
- Well, that takes care of that issue, thankfully, and now I have to run! -
Stuart grabbed two slices of bread, one of cheese with one of ham, making his own magic and turning them into a sandwich, and after pecking Isabel on the cheek, he raced out of the room.
Isabel stood up stretching and yawning, and returned to her bedroom. She took a peek into Michael’s shady room and there he was, with both dogs flanking him. She was in no mood for canine interaction, so she turned towards her room. She noticed a little spark under the sheet and fished out her cell phone, angrily vibrating.
- Oh, shit, I’m being as stupid as Max with the damn vibrate mode! -
She answered it and had to pull it away from her ear at Maria’s screeching voice.
- Hey! Finally! This is the third time I ring and you don’t answer. -
- Maria…first, my phone was in vibrate mode, and second and most important, I was having breakfast with Stuart…-
- That’s just what I wanted to talk to you about…-
“Oh shit!” Thought Isabel, “now she’s changed her mind and doesn’t like Stuart with Michael any longer…”
- You said you had got the part we missed from Michael, but then you didn’t tell me squat! Why? Are you keeping something from me? - Maria was trying hard not to sound pissed, but Isabel suspected she was.
- Oh, sorry, you’re right! We started talking of the alien-human differences and I completely forgot! Ok, here it goes…ready?...-
And by the time Maria left her house for the breakfast crowd at the Crashdown she had again a big smile on her face. She noticed, on arrival, that Liz had this funny look on her face too.
- Stuart, huh? How is Max taking it? Has he succeeded in stopping his ears from flapping? - Maria faked a serious face failing completely when Liz broke into laughter.
- Maria, you know how sensitive Max is about his ears, don’t make fun of them! How are YOU taking it? - Liz was now the one pretending to be serious.
- Oh, I’m ok, but then why did you laugh? - Maria forgot all about Liz’s answer as the bell over the door rang and Max and Kyle came in.
The girls exchanged a guilty look and went to meet them.
- What? - Kyle asked, not sure of what was going on.
Max’s mouth was a straight line, and he didn’t seem to be in the mood for speaking. He glared at Liz as if she had something to do with what was bothering him.
- Max…I…do you…did you…- Liz was finding it hard on how to approach the itchy subject.
- I consented it, and I’m not changing my mind. I can cope. - He raised his hand, signaling he wanted no more comments on the issue.
Kyle kept looking from Max to Liz and back, at a total loss. Finally, not sure if he should risk it, he turned to Maria, who deadpanned :
- Michael was with Stuart last night. - She looked smug, like the cat who ate the canary.
- I need my powers now! - Kyle exclaimed, making some of the customers look at him as if he was ready for the funny farm.
- Then open your shirt and show us the Superman logo! - Maria laughed, quickly turning it into a joke.
Thankfully, the customers who had paid any attention to Kyle’s outburst, returned to their food and forgot the incident after the next bite or swallow. Maria dragged Kyle into the back room once she made sure that no one was paying the least attention to them, in a hurry to finish and make it to the job on time. Kyle allowed her to haul him away, knowing he deserved it.
- Are you out of your mind? What were you trying to pull out there? - Maria was biting the words out, not to be loud.
- Hey, I’m sorry, but if you would keep me updated like the rest of you, this would not happen! Now, how about giving me the latest, huh? - Kyle spat.
Max and Liz burst into the room and were able to hear Kyle’s words.
- You heard it! Stuart fucked Michael! - Max snapped.
- Is Michael alright? - Liz’s father asked, popping his head into the room.
They all turned to look at Max, and see how he got out of that one. Kyle’s had been Mother Goose.
- He’s fine, Mr. Parker, it’s just that Dr. Stuart Davis had told Michael that it would be ok to be back in two weeks, that was last weekend, but he’s decided to keep him still confined until this one. Sorry for the way I phrased it. - Max said quietly.
- Oh, ok, it will be good to have him back. - He smiled and left.
They all dropped down on the old couch and sighed.
- Man, that was close! We have to watch our big mouths! All of us! - Kyle was glad the spotlight had switched over to Max for a change.
- Hey Kyle, you’re right, I should’ve told you but I just didn’t feel like talking about it, sorry man. - Max apologized.
Kyle patted Max’s arm sympathetically as Mr. Parker hollered for Liz and Maria. The girls scuttled out to the diner, and the guys followed.
After talking to Maria, Isabel heard footsteps outside her room and went out to see it was Laurie.
- Morning! - Isabel smiled.
- Oh, hi! I’m checking on Michael before I leave for school. - She smiled back.
- Laurie, don’t worry about Sylvia…- She hooked her arm with Laurie’s and told her about their breakfast conversation as they went of check on Michael together.
They found him still sleeping, as expected, the dogs snoozing with him. Laurie chased them away and kissed Michael’s cheek before she left hurriedly to grab some breakfast and go to school.
Isabel lay beside Michael and he immediately felt her beside him. He snuggled over to her and laid his cheek on her breast. His arm wrapped around her waist and his thigh slid over her leg. Isabel dozed off and woke up with a start when she heard a gasp inside the room. Her eyes flew open and she saw Sylvia hurrying towards the door.
- Sylvia! Hey! Something wrong? - Isabel called to her.
Sylvia froze on her tracks and turned around with a guilty look.
- I…I’m sorry, Laurie asked me to check on Michael so I could get him breakfast, I never thought you’d…I mean…- Sylvia kept her eyes down.
- Oh! - Isabel realized the reason for her embarrassment. - Sylvia, Michael’s my cousin! Nothing wrong’s going on here, you didn’t catch us at anything! He probably thinks I’m Maria, so if it makes him feel good, I see no harm, as long as he doesn’t get funny, cause then I’ll whach his ass and he’ll see his mistake. - Isabel reassured Sylvia.
- I’m sorry, it’s just that…he’s so…special, I don’t know how to put it…Laurie was such a quiet, shy, rather sad girl until you guys came along, I know it’s him, she feels safe with him, at home, so secure. She changes when he’s here, I’m sorry for Laurie when he leaves cause she’ll go back to her insecurity and loneliness. She doesn’t make friends easily, you know? -
Isabel sighed and nodded. Michael started stirring, he slid off Isabel and stretched out beside her facing away from her. Isabel unconsciously reached out and patted his ass. Michael groaned and Isabel made a face.
- Oops! Forgot the tattoos! - She pulled her hand away exaggeratedly.
Sylvia giggled and waved at Isabel as she left the room. As she was about to close the door, Isabel asked her to leave it open.
The next visitor was Serena. Isabel welcomed a chat with her.
- How’s he doing? - Serena asked, rubbing Michael’s thigh affectionately.
- Ok, I guess, he…spent the night with Stuart…- Isabel ended in a whisper.
- I know, that’s why I came to see him. - Serena said.
- Stuart wouldn’t hurt him intentionally, he loves Michael. -
Isabel knew that was true, but she also knew that pain played a big part in Michael’s sex life, and she suspected that was why Serena had come to make sure Michael was alright. You couldn’t lie or fool an Antares seer even if she wasn’t in her natural environment.
- I know, he reminds me of Illiran. You know the man cried when he found out how Rath-Michael had been murdered. The other two had cried too, their eyes were red when they came to pay their respects to my sister and the warlord, before they left and were never seen again. -
- You were there? - Isabel asked her.
- Of course. I came immediately to be with Wyteeah after the whole galaxy was covered with the gruesome posters of the dead Royal Four. That was one of the main reasons for your mother and Ramthis to stay underground where they couldn’t see them. One of our spies, who had been made invisible by Khivar’s scientists to “spy” on us, was the one who recovered the bodies and brought them to us. That’s why they seemed to disappear in thin air. He placed them in his transport which was also invisible and achieved the imposible. No one else could have done it. I will never forget our shock when we received the bodies. Ava’s and yours were the first he brought in, since you just seemed asleep. Your neck at an odd angle but you both almost looked alive. Zan was brought next. He had somehow managed to attach his neck with the use of some tape and covered him with a cape that hid his whole body covering the blood stains. But when Rath-Michael was carried in on the stretcher, your mother lost it. You know how much she loved him. He had covered his body the best he could because of the bloody condition it was in, but he had found it impossible to pull out the rod. It was stuck inside him. Don’t ask me, I don’t want to know. He didn’t want to bring Rath-Michael’s body in, he offered to get his RNA samples with one of the scientists, but Wyteeah insisted and he couldn’t disobey her. When she saw him lying there, face down with the rod sticking out of him and covered in blood, she started crying and clung to him, getting all stained with his blood. She wouldn’t let go, she stayed there like that for hours, finally accepting a chair, and sat by him until they took all they needed from him. Only then did she let his body be turned to ashes to join the Granilith. - Serena’s eyes shone with tears.
- What happened to our bodies, Zan’s and mine…and Ava’s? - Isabel asked.
- I’m sorry, my dear, you weren’t Royals but in name, just for the protocol. You were also turned into ashes of course, once the samples were taken. Your three urns are kept in a niche made by the Andes people. -
- But Ava wasn’t supposed to be the real one! She was with Khivar! -
- Yes and no. The second she started conspiring with Khivar, she gave him samples of her RNA for his scientists to make a clone, so she could be substituted when you were all killed. Of course Khivar told her that he needed them to see if he could clone them all and imprison the real ones, to manipulate the clones to his liking, and she believed him. He had even promised her the Rath-Michael clone, to play with when she wanted. She knew she could never have the real one, and this was him too, in a way. So she was in. Until she returned with presumably, Max’s baby, she didn’t know what had really happened to the rest of you. And when she returned with the baby, she was under the pressure of her parents’ imprisonment and an implant at the base of her skull so Khivar could hear every word she said. I can only laugh at the fit Khivar must have thrown when he heard the explosion. - Serena scoffed.
- You know? Sometimes I wish I was just a simple human, just worried about not getting cheated by her husband and making ends meet. Being a hybrid makes both my human and alien lives suck! - Isabel ranted.
- I know, dear, you’re my niece, remember, and I love you very much. I wish I could do something to make your life more pleasant! At least you should be glad you aren’t him. - She gestured with her head towards Michael.
- Amen to that! - Exclaimed Isabel, making Serena laugh.
- I’ll miss you very much when you return to Roswell. This big babyboy needs to be ready to handle all that’s coming to him. He’s doing fine, so far, he’s seen who he is and what he can do. He knows he’s loved by his family and friends, and that they understand him. That’s very important. His stability is what will keep you all safe. You’ve seen he’s a tiger when it comes to fighting and protecting you. He will fight to the end, even if you all fail him, he will still be there for you. Your love is what keeps him going. He needs you. - Serena ran her hand up and down Michael’s back and felt him sigh and purr as he snuggled into the bed.
- So what do you suggest for his last four days here? - Isabel asked.
- Just let him sleep all he wants, relax and pretty much, do what he feels like doing. Remember he will have to get back to his routine again, after this. - Serena nodded.
- Not for long. Their graduation is just around the corner. We still don’t know what we’re going to do. I have to reach a decision about my husband, trying to keep him on our sides no matter what, according to Kal. Jim should be back in his old job anytime soon, though not sheriff, yet, but at least in the police force, anyway. Our parents will expect us to go to college, of course they still don’t know how bad my problems with Jesse are. I was thinking maybe we could regroup here in Tucson, but I’m sure Michael doesn’t want to get Laurie dragged into this on a permanent basis, for her safety, though he loves to be near her. The other possibility is a big city, where we can easily get lost. N.Y. would be ideal but we can’t risk meeting people who might think we’re our dupes, and get involved in more problems than we already have. Perhaps Los Angeles, or Chicago. We have even thought migrating to Canada would be a pretty good idea. Still L.A. is our first choice, with Langley there. - Isabel briefed Serena on their plans so far.
- Well, being near Kal is a good choice. He really admired Rath-Michael in Antar, so I’m sure he does so too, here. - She said.
- Ohhh yes he does…- Isabel smiled, remembering the conflictive meetings they had had with Langley lately.
Isabel told Serena about them in detail and had her cracking up with laughter at his obnoxious behaviour with Max.
- They were butting heads in Antar too. - She remembered. - His father was from a very influential family, and was terribly disappointed when his son didn’t become the soldier both of them expected. They didn’t resent Ramthis’ decision, they knew he was just giving him back his life. So he became a kind of diplomat, keeping the Royals as best informed as he could. Of course, the news he brought weren’t always what Zan considered pleasant, and he would then almost “shoot the messenger”, which was Kal. The man would get furious because it wasn’t his fault, so when most of the information he brought at the end, had to do with the enemy’s battle plans, he would step over Zan to go straight to Rath-Michael. Zan would go into convulsions and take it out on Rath-Michael, demanding they needed to have a private meeting to share what should have been delivered to him first hand. Everybody knew that meant sex, and Zan would just add to their hate when Rath-Michael rode wincing the next day during the drills which he took part in on horseback, as was his privilege. His performance was always flawless, in spite of the pain, but the soldiers knew it was Zan who had given Rath-Michael reasons to suffer. Rath-Michael took Zan’s tyranny mostly for you and your mother, whom he adored, to keep the family together. Zan was so erratic and would do the most stupid things when he was angry, that he might even undo the betrothal arranged by his father. That was something Rath-Michael would have never accepted, if it mean civil war, and Zan knew it. To lose Rath-Michael would have automatically meant his downfall, without his warrior, he was nothing, but with Zan, you never knew. - Serena sighed with the memory.
- I guess Max did learn his lesson, cause here he is so overcautious, and scared to take action, thinking it over and stalling all he can, that it drives Michael nuts.
- Well, good for him, but he can’t overdo it either, you know? I can tell you’re still the catalyst here. I sure pity you, being between those two must also drive you nuts like in Antar. - Serena observed.
- You have no idea! - Isabel sighed, - Not to mention Liz and Maria in the beginning of their relationship, if you could call it that, specially Michael’s. It was a catfight! Now I laugh my head off, but looking back, I was ready to use the garden hose on them almost everyday. And Max with Liz, looking like two retards at a staring contest! I can’t decide which couple was the worst. At least Michael and Maria kept me on my toes. Max and Liz just bored me to death. -
- What about Kyle and his father? - Serena curiosity was piqued.
- Jim at first was the enemy, we were scared to death of him, totally after us. Then after the Hubble incident he began to change. Sorry, do you know about that? - Isabel didn’t want her lost in the mess.
- Yes, of course, I was so sorry for his wife. - Serena frowned.
- Right, the guy went absolutely bonkers. What else could you expect. Well, back to Jim. I think it was the way it involved his father, that’s what got him thinking. Kyle was the last to join the circus. At first, what he had against us, well actually against Max, was really Liz issues, then he was just batting for his father, so he eventually went along with him. The fact that Max saved him and his father told him how Michael hadn’t hesitated in shielding him with his body and zapped Pierce before he killed him, was actually the turning point. Jim was completely in awe of Max for his healing abilities, and in awe of Michael when he saw him zap the FBI car that was after them, and Pierce. I’m sure Jim’s relief in the discovery that his father wasn’t nuts after all, and Kyle’s too for his grandfather’s sake,is what had them siding with us
Stuart took a quick shower and dressed just as fast. He left his room and went back to give Michael one last check up before he left. He had squeezed a glob of ointment on his fingertip for the sore brand, damn Max!...he chuckled, understanding the healer’s jealousy perfectly, he had every right! Michael hadn’t moved since he left him, so he carefull applied the cool goop and cherished the way the boy writhed and moaned when he felt his touch.
- Yesss…- Michael mumbled as he winced and bucked.
- Nooo…- Stuart teased, like the joke of the sadist and the masochist, and slapped his ass playfully to watch him wince and hear him moan in disappointment as he left reluctantly. He tiptoed towards the staircase, not wanting to wake up anyone if they weren’t up yet. He turned startled as he heard Isabel’s door opening. She came out, with a soft smile and reached for his hand.
- Breakfast? - She whispered and nuzzled his neck.
Stuart nodded, not being able to articulate even a single syllable word. He squeezed her hand and smiled, glad she had joined him.
- Thank you. - She said simply.
- No Isabel, thank you. - He assured her as they took the stairs.
Something suddenly clicked in his brain and he looked at her not sure if he should be upset.
- You were there! - He hadn’t meant his words to sound so accusing, and regretted his tone immediately when he saw her flinch.
- I’m sorry, it’s just that I love the way you…love Michael. - She sounded absolutely contrite.
- Isabel, that didn’t come out right, what confuses me is that I didn’t feel you there, why? - Stuart wondered.
- I blocked you out…it was something Maria said…-
- Maria was with you? - He almost fell down the last few steps watching her nod.
- She loved it…she loves you for it too…- Isabel’s voice was barely audible.
- Michael…? - He hated to ask.
- He knew, he likes Maria watching, and he doesn’t mind me either. I can’t block him out, you know…- She still sounded a little insecure.
Stuart chuckled and she joined in with a giggle, which reminded them of Sylvia and a slight worried frown crossed their faces as they entered the kitchen. Only Anita was there and that made it worse, but Sylvia came into the room right after them and placed two steaming coffee mugs on the table with an uncertain smile.
- Hey, you ok? - Isabel smiled back.
- Yeah, I guess. - She gestured nervously towards her mother.
Isabel and Stuart nodded and concentrated on their coffee. After two sips, they watched Anita leave the kitchen muttering to herself in her native Spanish as usual, and Sylvia gave a relieved sigh and nodded at them.
- I’m still a little shaken, of course my mother noticed and I had to tell her the lamp in Michael’s room gave me a jolt but he has already fixed it. She told me that in Arequipa, where she comes from, they used to play this prank when they were kids : the atmosphere there was very electric because they were surrounded by three volcanoes, and they would rub their shoes on a woolen carpet before they touched you, giving you an electric jolt. She laughed as if it was the utmost joke! Sure, if you did it, not received it! Is Michael always so electric? - She asked grimacing.
Stuart and Isabel stared at each other and blinked.
- Yes, like I said, when he’s stressed. He means no harm and he usually doesn’t realize he’s doing it, specially when he’s asleep, of course, but he can control it when he’s aware of it. I’m sure he’s very sorry to have scared you. You know him, he’s a big teddy bear! - Isabel giggled and when Sylvia joined in, goodnaturedly, it was music to their ears.
- Mom says her uncle used to burst all the lightbulbs around him when he was pissed! - Sylvia left the room, giggling and waving back for emphasis.
Both Isabel and Stuart breathed before realizing they hadn’t been doing it.
- Well, that takes care of that issue, thankfully, and now I have to run! -
Stuart grabbed two slices of bread, one of cheese with one of ham, making his own magic and turning them into a sandwich, and after pecking Isabel on the cheek, he raced out of the room.
Isabel stood up stretching and yawning, and returned to her bedroom. She took a peek into Michael’s shady room and there he was, with both dogs flanking him. She was in no mood for canine interaction, so she turned towards her room. She noticed a little spark under the sheet and fished out her cell phone, angrily vibrating.
- Oh, shit, I’m being as stupid as Max with the damn vibrate mode! -
She answered it and had to pull it away from her ear at Maria’s screeching voice.
- Hey! Finally! This is the third time I ring and you don’t answer. -
- Maria…first, my phone was in vibrate mode, and second and most important, I was having breakfast with Stuart…-
- That’s just what I wanted to talk to you about…-
“Oh shit!” Thought Isabel, “now she’s changed her mind and doesn’t like Stuart with Michael any longer…”
- You said you had got the part we missed from Michael, but then you didn’t tell me squat! Why? Are you keeping something from me? - Maria was trying hard not to sound pissed, but Isabel suspected she was.
- Oh, sorry, you’re right! We started talking of the alien-human differences and I completely forgot! Ok, here it goes…ready?...-
And by the time Maria left her house for the breakfast crowd at the Crashdown she had again a big smile on her face. She noticed, on arrival, that Liz had this funny look on her face too.
- Stuart, huh? How is Max taking it? Has he succeeded in stopping his ears from flapping? - Maria faked a serious face failing completely when Liz broke into laughter.
- Maria, you know how sensitive Max is about his ears, don’t make fun of them! How are YOU taking it? - Liz was now the one pretending to be serious.
- Oh, I’m ok, but then why did you laugh? - Maria forgot all about Liz’s answer as the bell over the door rang and Max and Kyle came in.
The girls exchanged a guilty look and went to meet them.
- What? - Kyle asked, not sure of what was going on.
Max’s mouth was a straight line, and he didn’t seem to be in the mood for speaking. He glared at Liz as if she had something to do with what was bothering him.
- Max…I…do you…did you…- Liz was finding it hard on how to approach the itchy subject.
- I consented it, and I’m not changing my mind. I can cope. - He raised his hand, signaling he wanted no more comments on the issue.
Kyle kept looking from Max to Liz and back, at a total loss. Finally, not sure if he should risk it, he turned to Maria, who deadpanned :
- Michael was with Stuart last night. - She looked smug, like the cat who ate the canary.
- I need my powers now! - Kyle exclaimed, making some of the customers look at him as if he was ready for the funny farm.
- Then open your shirt and show us the Superman logo! - Maria laughed, quickly turning it into a joke.
Thankfully, the customers who had paid any attention to Kyle’s outburst, returned to their food and forgot the incident after the next bite or swallow. Maria dragged Kyle into the back room once she made sure that no one was paying the least attention to them, in a hurry to finish and make it to the job on time. Kyle allowed her to haul him away, knowing he deserved it.
- Are you out of your mind? What were you trying to pull out there? - Maria was biting the words out, not to be loud.
- Hey, I’m sorry, but if you would keep me updated like the rest of you, this would not happen! Now, how about giving me the latest, huh? - Kyle spat.
Max and Liz burst into the room and were able to hear Kyle’s words.
- You heard it! Stuart fucked Michael! - Max snapped.
- Is Michael alright? - Liz’s father asked, popping his head into the room.
They all turned to look at Max, and see how he got out of that one. Kyle’s had been Mother Goose.
- He’s fine, Mr. Parker, it’s just that Dr. Stuart Davis had told Michael that it would be ok to be back in two weeks, that was last weekend, but he’s decided to keep him still confined until this one. Sorry for the way I phrased it. - Max said quietly.
- Oh, ok, it will be good to have him back. - He smiled and left.
They all dropped down on the old couch and sighed.
- Man, that was close! We have to watch our big mouths! All of us! - Kyle was glad the spotlight had switched over to Max for a change.
- Hey Kyle, you’re right, I should’ve told you but I just didn’t feel like talking about it, sorry man. - Max apologized.
Kyle patted Max’s arm sympathetically as Mr. Parker hollered for Liz and Maria. The girls scuttled out to the diner, and the guys followed.
After talking to Maria, Isabel heard footsteps outside her room and went out to see it was Laurie.
- Morning! - Isabel smiled.
- Oh, hi! I’m checking on Michael before I leave for school. - She smiled back.
- Laurie, don’t worry about Sylvia…- She hooked her arm with Laurie’s and told her about their breakfast conversation as they went of check on Michael together.
They found him still sleeping, as expected, the dogs snoozing with him. Laurie chased them away and kissed Michael’s cheek before she left hurriedly to grab some breakfast and go to school.
Isabel lay beside Michael and he immediately felt her beside him. He snuggled over to her and laid his cheek on her breast. His arm wrapped around her waist and his thigh slid over her leg. Isabel dozed off and woke up with a start when she heard a gasp inside the room. Her eyes flew open and she saw Sylvia hurrying towards the door.
- Sylvia! Hey! Something wrong? - Isabel called to her.
Sylvia froze on her tracks and turned around with a guilty look.
- I…I’m sorry, Laurie asked me to check on Michael so I could get him breakfast, I never thought you’d…I mean…- Sylvia kept her eyes down.
- Oh! - Isabel realized the reason for her embarrassment. - Sylvia, Michael’s my cousin! Nothing wrong’s going on here, you didn’t catch us at anything! He probably thinks I’m Maria, so if it makes him feel good, I see no harm, as long as he doesn’t get funny, cause then I’ll whach his ass and he’ll see his mistake. - Isabel reassured Sylvia.
- I’m sorry, it’s just that…he’s so…special, I don’t know how to put it…Laurie was such a quiet, shy, rather sad girl until you guys came along, I know it’s him, she feels safe with him, at home, so secure. She changes when he’s here, I’m sorry for Laurie when he leaves cause she’ll go back to her insecurity and loneliness. She doesn’t make friends easily, you know? -
Isabel sighed and nodded. Michael started stirring, he slid off Isabel and stretched out beside her facing away from her. Isabel unconsciously reached out and patted his ass. Michael groaned and Isabel made a face.
- Oops! Forgot the tattoos! - She pulled her hand away exaggeratedly.
Sylvia giggled and waved at Isabel as she left the room. As she was about to close the door, Isabel asked her to leave it open.
The next visitor was Serena. Isabel welcomed a chat with her.
- How’s he doing? - Serena asked, rubbing Michael’s thigh affectionately.
- Ok, I guess, he…spent the night with Stuart…- Isabel ended in a whisper.
- I know, that’s why I came to see him. - Serena said.
- Stuart wouldn’t hurt him intentionally, he loves Michael. -
Isabel knew that was true, but she also knew that pain played a big part in Michael’s sex life, and she suspected that was why Serena had come to make sure Michael was alright. You couldn’t lie or fool an Antares seer even if she wasn’t in her natural environment.
- I know, he reminds me of Illiran. You know the man cried when he found out how Rath-Michael had been murdered. The other two had cried too, their eyes were red when they came to pay their respects to my sister and the warlord, before they left and were never seen again. -
- You were there? - Isabel asked her.
- Of course. I came immediately to be with Wyteeah after the whole galaxy was covered with the gruesome posters of the dead Royal Four. That was one of the main reasons for your mother and Ramthis to stay underground where they couldn’t see them. One of our spies, who had been made invisible by Khivar’s scientists to “spy” on us, was the one who recovered the bodies and brought them to us. That’s why they seemed to disappear in thin air. He placed them in his transport which was also invisible and achieved the imposible. No one else could have done it. I will never forget our shock when we received the bodies. Ava’s and yours were the first he brought in, since you just seemed asleep. Your neck at an odd angle but you both almost looked alive. Zan was brought next. He had somehow managed to attach his neck with the use of some tape and covered him with a cape that hid his whole body covering the blood stains. But when Rath-Michael was carried in on the stretcher, your mother lost it. You know how much she loved him. He had covered his body the best he could because of the bloody condition it was in, but he had found it impossible to pull out the rod. It was stuck inside him. Don’t ask me, I don’t want to know. He didn’t want to bring Rath-Michael’s body in, he offered to get his RNA samples with one of the scientists, but Wyteeah insisted and he couldn’t disobey her. When she saw him lying there, face down with the rod sticking out of him and covered in blood, she started crying and clung to him, getting all stained with his blood. She wouldn’t let go, she stayed there like that for hours, finally accepting a chair, and sat by him until they took all they needed from him. Only then did she let his body be turned to ashes to join the Granilith. - Serena’s eyes shone with tears.
- What happened to our bodies, Zan’s and mine…and Ava’s? - Isabel asked.
- I’m sorry, my dear, you weren’t Royals but in name, just for the protocol. You were also turned into ashes of course, once the samples were taken. Your three urns are kept in a niche made by the Andes people. -
- But Ava wasn’t supposed to be the real one! She was with Khivar! -
- Yes and no. The second she started conspiring with Khivar, she gave him samples of her RNA for his scientists to make a clone, so she could be substituted when you were all killed. Of course Khivar told her that he needed them to see if he could clone them all and imprison the real ones, to manipulate the clones to his liking, and she believed him. He had even promised her the Rath-Michael clone, to play with when she wanted. She knew she could never have the real one, and this was him too, in a way. So she was in. Until she returned with presumably, Max’s baby, she didn’t know what had really happened to the rest of you. And when she returned with the baby, she was under the pressure of her parents’ imprisonment and an implant at the base of her skull so Khivar could hear every word she said. I can only laugh at the fit Khivar must have thrown when he heard the explosion. - Serena scoffed.
- You know? Sometimes I wish I was just a simple human, just worried about not getting cheated by her husband and making ends meet. Being a hybrid makes both my human and alien lives suck! - Isabel ranted.
- I know, dear, you’re my niece, remember, and I love you very much. I wish I could do something to make your life more pleasant! At least you should be glad you aren’t him. - She gestured with her head towards Michael.
- Amen to that! - Exclaimed Isabel, making Serena laugh.
- I’ll miss you very much when you return to Roswell. This big babyboy needs to be ready to handle all that’s coming to him. He’s doing fine, so far, he’s seen who he is and what he can do. He knows he’s loved by his family and friends, and that they understand him. That’s very important. His stability is what will keep you all safe. You’ve seen he’s a tiger when it comes to fighting and protecting you. He will fight to the end, even if you all fail him, he will still be there for you. Your love is what keeps him going. He needs you. - Serena ran her hand up and down Michael’s back and felt him sigh and purr as he snuggled into the bed.
- So what do you suggest for his last four days here? - Isabel asked.
- Just let him sleep all he wants, relax and pretty much, do what he feels like doing. Remember he will have to get back to his routine again, after this. - Serena nodded.
- Not for long. Their graduation is just around the corner. We still don’t know what we’re going to do. I have to reach a decision about my husband, trying to keep him on our sides no matter what, according to Kal. Jim should be back in his old job anytime soon, though not sheriff, yet, but at least in the police force, anyway. Our parents will expect us to go to college, of course they still don’t know how bad my problems with Jesse are. I was thinking maybe we could regroup here in Tucson, but I’m sure Michael doesn’t want to get Laurie dragged into this on a permanent basis, for her safety, though he loves to be near her. The other possibility is a big city, where we can easily get lost. N.Y. would be ideal but we can’t risk meeting people who might think we’re our dupes, and get involved in more problems than we already have. Perhaps Los Angeles, or Chicago. We have even thought migrating to Canada would be a pretty good idea. Still L.A. is our first choice, with Langley there. - Isabel briefed Serena on their plans so far.
- Well, being near Kal is a good choice. He really admired Rath-Michael in Antar, so I’m sure he does so too, here. - She said.
- Ohhh yes he does…- Isabel smiled, remembering the conflictive meetings they had had with Langley lately.
Isabel told Serena about them in detail and had her cracking up with laughter at his obnoxious behaviour with Max.
- They were butting heads in Antar too. - She remembered. - His father was from a very influential family, and was terribly disappointed when his son didn’t become the soldier both of them expected. They didn’t resent Ramthis’ decision, they knew he was just giving him back his life. So he became a kind of diplomat, keeping the Royals as best informed as he could. Of course, the news he brought weren’t always what Zan considered pleasant, and he would then almost “shoot the messenger”, which was Kal. The man would get furious because it wasn’t his fault, so when most of the information he brought at the end, had to do with the enemy’s battle plans, he would step over Zan to go straight to Rath-Michael. Zan would go into convulsions and take it out on Rath-Michael, demanding they needed to have a private meeting to share what should have been delivered to him first hand. Everybody knew that meant sex, and Zan would just add to their hate when Rath-Michael rode wincing the next day during the drills which he took part in on horseback, as was his privilege. His performance was always flawless, in spite of the pain, but the soldiers knew it was Zan who had given Rath-Michael reasons to suffer. Rath-Michael took Zan’s tyranny mostly for you and your mother, whom he adored, to keep the family together. Zan was so erratic and would do the most stupid things when he was angry, that he might even undo the betrothal arranged by his father. That was something Rath-Michael would have never accepted, if it mean civil war, and Zan knew it. To lose Rath-Michael would have automatically meant his downfall, without his warrior, he was nothing, but with Zan, you never knew. - Serena sighed with the memory.
- I guess Max did learn his lesson, cause here he is so overcautious, and scared to take action, thinking it over and stalling all he can, that it drives Michael nuts.
- Well, good for him, but he can’t overdo it either, you know? I can tell you’re still the catalyst here. I sure pity you, being between those two must also drive you nuts like in Antar. - Serena observed.
- You have no idea! - Isabel sighed, - Not to mention Liz and Maria in the beginning of their relationship, if you could call it that, specially Michael’s. It was a catfight! Now I laugh my head off, but looking back, I was ready to use the garden hose on them almost everyday. And Max with Liz, looking like two retards at a staring contest! I can’t decide which couple was the worst. At least Michael and Maria kept me on my toes. Max and Liz just bored me to death. -
- What about Kyle and his father? - Serena curiosity was piqued.
- Jim at first was the enemy, we were scared to death of him, totally after us. Then after the Hubble incident he began to change. Sorry, do you know about that? - Isabel didn’t want her lost in the mess.
- Yes, of course, I was so sorry for his wife. - Serena frowned.
- Right, the guy went absolutely bonkers. What else could you expect. Well, back to Jim. I think it was the way it involved his father, that’s what got him thinking. Kyle was the last to join the circus. At first, what he had against us, well actually against Max, was really Liz issues, then he was just batting for his father, so he eventually went along with him. The fact that Max saved him and his father told him how Michael hadn’t hesitated in shielding him with his body and zapped Pierce before he killed him, was actually the turning point. Jim was completely in awe of Max for his healing abilities, and in awe of Michael when he saw him zap the FBI car that was after them, and Pierce. I’m sure Jim’s relief in the discovery that his father wasn’t nuts after all, and Kyle’s too for his grandfather’s sake,is what had them siding with us
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