Chapter 224
The rush that followed made Maria’s head spin, Isabel, expertly, just blinked her eyes and there they were, in Michael’s bedroom in Tucson. They stood there watching him in awe. He slept like a kid, yet the position was at the same time, amazingly sexy. His chest was on the bed, one arm thrown up over his head and the other one flexed with his hand palm up, fingers softly curled, tucked between his chin and shoulder. Half his face was on the pillow and his lips were parted in sleep. His hips were slightly sideways, one leg almost straight and the other one a little more bent in front of it, the foot pressed to the other ankle. His butt was pushed invitingly back, and if it was a hint of some kind, no matter which, the girls took it for granted. Maria glided her hand upwards, over his ass, her middle finger searching at the warmth in the centre, following his spine to the small of his back. Michael purred and writhed. Maria gave Isabel a mischievous look and gestured with her head towards him. Isabel arched her eyebrows and went for it. Remembering what Zan had said he did, in Antar, she used her tongue and went the other way round. She tentatively licked the ticklish dip over the end of the spine getting the expected squirm and moan, then she proceeded further down, gently easing him apart to gain access. As her pointed tongue prodded right between hers and Max’s scars, Michael shivered and grunted shoving back. But Isabel was ready for him and went with the movement continuing down in spite of his groan of disappointment. Isabel had this flash of when she had shared Michael with Stuart, also in a dream-walk, and Maria giggled, getting it too. Isabel had the great idea to doing it again sometime soon and bringing Maria along for the fun. Another giggled confirmed the human girl was all for it. Isabel jiggled Michael’s balls and he shivered with a hiss, spreading his thighs wide and pushing his hips up on his knees, totally exposed to them. They were startled when Michael gasped without any apparent reason, they weren’t touching him…then Isabel saw it. “Look!” She pointed at Michael’s ass and Maria frowned at Isabel’s surprised expression and followed her staring eyes. The criss crosses running from Maria’s brands over Isabel’s were angry red and seemed to be the cause of his distress. They automatically reached their forefingers to them and traced one each. They watched them fade away under their touch, so they did all of them, and when Michael relaxed, the girls did too.
“I had forgotten completely to ask you what that was.”Isabel confronted Maria.
“I have no idea! I didn’t know they were there, I hadn’t even noticed them!” Maria said defensively.
“Maria, don’t lie to me! You had some jealous thoughts after we talked about last night, right? And you just had one again.”
“Well, I couldn’t help it, sorry, it’s just a mechanical reaction.” Maria said in a small meek voice, very unlike her.
“You did them, don’t worry, they’re gone now. I made my scar bleed too, and I got scared because I thought it was Max’s. Liz told me it was mine and I made it stop. I guess I was also “mechanically” jealous too, so we’re sort of even. Let’s keep it in check now, deal?”
“Deal…Look at him! Slithering like an eel! What do you think he wants?” Maria giggled.
“What do you think? He’s impatiently waiting for us! Front of back? Back!”
Isabel asked and tried to beat Maria before she had time to think or react, but Maria had been as quick as she had, echoing her choice. Again they spoke in absolute sync : “No way!” and they ended laughing until their tears were flowing, hugging each other.
“Alright, Maria, you win, I’ll take “head” and you’ll take “tail” but then we’ll switch, ok? When I say so!” Isabel grinned when Maria nodded her head emphatically.
“Oh man, we’re sick! What are we? Gay impersonators? Like transvestites the other way round? Are we really head cases here?” Maria rambled.
“Leave the psychoanalysis for later, ok? It’s all physical now, even if I have to grow a moustache!” Isabel snapped and Maria cackled like a witch.
Isabel on her back and inched her head under Michael’s stomach until she felt her lips vibrating with the contact and his growl. He was quite hard and it jerked into her mouth when she guessed Maria’ tongue had found her target. The human girl was crouching between his thighs, spreading him with both hands, as both brands pulsed under her hands. Isabel’s she understood, but Max’s? Wow, those two were really connected! She hoped Max wouldn’t make him bleed, because he would really give her a mouthful, and she didn’t think she was much into the “vampire” scene to actually enjoy Michael’s blood in her mouth, specially because of Max’s jealousy! But the pulses gave her pleasant vibes and she started getting a weird high. She rimmed him with her tongue and felt him shudder and growl. She knew their contacts had been simultaneous and her deep prod pushed him into Isabel’s mouth. Then their tongues moved like one, driving Michael wild. Without the need to wait, Michael came into Isabel’s mouth soon after, and Maria’s tongue almost cramped with his strong contraction. Isabel emerged from under Michael licking her lips to find Maria kneeling there with her tongue hanging out.
“Sit! By dong eels eezd oo eth!” Maria struggled to sound coherent.
“What?” Isabel laughed, concentrating to decode it. “Oh, your tongue feels squeezed to death?”
Maria nodded, beginning to wiggle it back to life.
“My turn!” Isabel shoved Maria aside, tumbling her beside Michael.
Maria sat watching Isabel working the boy with enthusiasm, making him dry hump the air not to lose contact with her. She thought she was ready to take him and lay like Isabel had. This time Michael took a little longer and when Maria came up for air, Isabel’s face and tongue had her in hysterics, in the same condition she had been some minutes ago.
“Ok, that’s it.” Isabel opened and closed the fingers of her right hand and beckoned to Maria.
Michael lay totally relaxed, and went “Mmmmm? Ahhh…” When he felt them straddling his thighs with their wetness against them. Maria was at his right side.
“I’m not very good with my left hand.” She said shaking her head.
“Neither am I but then my alien skills might ‘give me a hand’. Here, let’s switch.”
They exchanged places and Isabel pressed her palms together making them glow, then she flexed her left fingers and nodded, feeling them as skilled as the other ones. She nodded at Maria and used what would be their free hands to spread him. Isabel’s right hand was over her brand, on his right side too, as the future mother of the Royal Blooded heirs to the throne, in Vilandra’s case. Maria’s left was over Max’s brand, sure now that “girlfriend” wouldn’t mind. Isabel pressed their forefingers together and had them dripping with lubrication. Maria looked at them open mouthed and then smiled widely.
Isabel took the initiative and carefully slid her finger into Michael. He took a deep breath wincing and let it out with a moan. She pumped it a couple of times and sent it deep where she reamed him to prepare him for Maria’s. She nodded to her as she slowly pulled out. Then they thrust into him together. The sound that came from Michael’s lips was indescribable, expressing the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. They didn’t go too far, as his strong contraction gripped them so hard, that they had to wait until he relaxed enough to allow them to continue. His gasp turned into a growl, which persisted each time he breathed out and became a hiss when he breathed in. The close communion between Maria and Isabel’s brains gave their fingers a life of their own, making them work at times in perfect sync and then totally out of it on purpose, one targeting his prostate and the other one going in deep. They were really driving him wild, they had him bucking and humping, and breathing heavily.
“I think the real thing would be the best for him, and you girls could have your fun too.”
Isabel and Maria froze, turning very slowly towards the source of the voice, though they knew exactly who it was.
They saw Stuart sitting on the couch, watching them with an amused look on his face. His image wasn’t very stable, and they could see in a double exposure, another Stuart lying back on a different couch, the nape of his neck resting on the arm, eyes close as he slept with his mouth open. The second image crackled like it was short circuiting and disappeared, leaving the previous one, which after flickering a couple of times, appeared quite solid again.
“W…what are you doing here’” Isabel asked, confused and a little scared.
“You came into my dream and I followed you here.” He smiled, quite smug.
“I didn’t…wait! I did think of you when we were just beginning to play with Michael! You’ve been here since then? How come we didn’t notice you?”
Isabel looked from Maria, who was nodding confirming Isabel’s suspicions, to Stuart who just sat smiling.
“You were too busy, and I didn’t feel I was all here. My eyes and ears, yes, but not the rest. Maybe I wasn’t totally visible either, no wonder you didn’t see me. What do you think of my idea?” He really had a point there.
“Are you serious?” Maria stared at him open mouthed.
Stuart shrugged and arched his eyebrows, he had hoped Maria would agree.
“”Well, what are you waiting for? Sorry Isabel, but I go first.” And quick as a flash, Maria got under Michael.
It had to be a dream, cause the second she looked over Michael’s shoulder, Stuart was already kneeling behind him. Michael buried his face into her hair and grunted as he let Stuart push him into Maria as he pushed into him. Michael was in heaven. He felt his insides giving as Stuart shoved deep into him and at the same time his cock was caressed by Maria’s wet softness as she received him inside her. Stuart started pulling back and Michael followed him, not to lose the contact, and stopped just when he was about to lose the one with Maria. Stuart also stopped to stay deep inside him and let him go as Michael slid back into her all the way. Just the head of Stuart’s cock was inside Michael when he started backing into him, sighing as he forced Stuart back into him. Maria and Stuart let Michael set the pace, giving a nudge at the precise moments and cherishing Michael’s sobs and whimpers. Isabel knelt at Michael’s hip, one hand on his thigh and one on his ass, cupping her brand, with Stuart’s over hers. Maria’s was over Max’s brand, digging her nails in, anchoring herself on Michael, with Stuart’s other hand over hers too. The alien girl was enjoying the porno in front of her, feeling she was dripping wet and ready for Michael as soon as her turn was up. She couldn’t see Michael’s cock interacting with Maria, but she had Stuart’s glistening thick long one shoving in and out of Michael’s tight ass right under her eyes. Four hands kept Michael spread for Stuart to penetrate him as Isabel drooled at the erotic sight, and at the way Michael sobbed as the two bodies jammed together each time Stuart filled him completely. Michael moved like no one else did, squirming and twisting, and soon, Maria was coming and raking the nails of her free hand over Michael’s back. Even the sight of her nails making him bleed was exciting to Stuart and Isabel, as Maria screamed his name in her orgasm. Michael came whimpering her name and fell over her, his face on her breasts. Stuart held back easily, he wanted to come with Isabel under Michael. He enjoyed the boy’s spasms and thrust into him hard, to make him enjoy it too, as much as he could. When the boy finally started relaxing his tight body, Stuart squeezed Isabel’s hand and winked at her. Very gently, Isabel whispered in Maria’s ear and helped her from under Michael to take her place. Maria slumped at Michael’s hip, taking Isabel’s place and it was her turn to enjoy the sight that had got her alien friend’s juices flowing and longing to take an active part in the fun. Her hand and Isabel’s had switched places and as she watched Stuart pull back and plunge back in, making Michael grunt, she felt the firm flesh under her hand go rock hard and electricity travel up her arm to her brain and at the same time, down to where her juices were merging with his. She looked up to find his face was cheek to cheek with Isabel’s, his eyes were closed in ecstasy joined by a wince. She knew how sensitive his orgasms left him, to recover gradually during the alien aftermath, but they hadn’t given him a chance, and he was in what could only be called “exquisite pain”. His stamina, even in the realistic dream world, was amazing. He was going for his fourth orgasm, and Maria could tell by the subtle sounds and his working muscles how much he was hurting, which didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it. Maria had never been able to understand how masochistic Michael was, but she loved the way he enjoyed both extremes. The way he was bucking to get Stuart as deep as he could go and then gently sliding into Isabel assured her he was enjoying it in spite of everything. Isabel started coming and took Michael along with her. He threw his head back biting his lip and her name came out in a husky whisper, followed by a growl, to bury his face into Isabel’s breast as he braced his body hard on his knees to take Stuart’s rough plowing into him as his orgasm made him lose all control. Michael was finishing when Stuart was starting, and he just kept going to make sure Stuart’s orgasm was all he wanted. Michael was actually in pain now, but he didn’t mind making it even worse for Stuart’s sake. That’s how Michael was, and what made him the best lover anyone could hope for. By the time Stuart finished, Michael was whimpering and sobbing as he writhed over Isabel’s relaxed body. She felt him slipping out of her and remembered Stuart needed to rest cause he could be needed any minute.
“Shame on you, doctor, sleeping on the job and having wet dreams!” Isabel half teased, intrigued by his apparent lack of responsibility.
“It’s a slow night, nothing serious going on, and none of my future mothers are even near their time or in any trouble. Anyway, if they need me, they’ll be bringing the door down until they realize it’s not locked!” He chuckled. “That was great, thank you for coming for me, though I know it was totally accidental.” Stuart got up, slowly and reluctantly sliding out of Michael, giving him a worried look as he saw him wince and jerk. Isabel gently moved from under Michael letting him snuggle and get comfortable. She sided up to Stuart and kissed him. Maria, at the same time, leant over Michael and kissed him, sending him all her love. The alien boy sighed his thanks, too tired to even whisper. The girls watched Stuart’s expert hands check Michael over and give his sore strained muscles a quick but thorough massage, and to their absolute surprise, he also leant down and kissed his lips, full of love. Isabel hugged Maria and let her go, sending her back home, as she now did with Stuart. Her main worry now was Michael, and she lay beside him turning her face to kiss the corner of his mouth. His parted lips met hers in a sweet gentle kiss as he covered her protectively with his body, his face in the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, massaging his back until his even breathing told her he was sleeping peacefully and dreamlessly. She knew, better than anyone, that Michael put his whole heart in anything he did for his lovers, so that it was always very intense, leaving him in dire need to sleep and recover. She loved having him in her arms, remembering those nights when they were children and he stayed over in Max’s room, so her parents had to come and pick her up away from him to take her to her room. This time it was Stuart who came for her when he arrived from the hospital, going straight to Michael’s room, knowing he would find her there. He gently disentangled her from the boy, kissing his cheek, and carrying her to her room.
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Chapter 225
Isabel woke up when Stuart removed her head from his chest to get up, so Isabel knew it was 6:30. When he came out ready to go, she was also ready to have breakfast with him, in her robe and slippers. They were finding it difficult to communicate, apart from the fact that Stuart barely had time for a few words. They chose to use body language which proved much more effective : subtle touches with their hands throughout the scant 10 minutes and a kiss worth a thousand words at the door but not a single word. Neither of them could think of anything sensible to say.
Isabel stretched and yawned, heading for Michael’s room to see how he was doing. She found him sleeping in almost the same position as when they had gone to him last night, except for his hand, which was palm down in front of his face. Isabel smiled and lay with him, spooning him from behind. She raised her arm along his, sliding her hand as far up as she could, holding his forearm just before his wrist while she wrapped her other arm around his stomach. Her hand glided along his taut muscles to his chest, pressing her fingertip on his nipple and massaging it in a circle as he gave a low moan. She continued down his ribs, over his hip to his thigh, and as she cupped his slightly flexed knee, she had this flash of Liz doing exactly that. She shook her out of her head, in no mood for Liz moments, and trailed her fingers and nails up the back of his thigh, moving back a little to dip it between his buttocks and stopped, hovering over Max’s brand. He was in no mood either for a Max moment so she hooked her fingers and connected them into Maria’s brands. What happened next she couldn’t explain, but she was seeing Michael through Maria’s eyes and she was demanding information she didn’t have, but Vilandra did. Isabel felt dizzy as the Antares princess rose from wherever she was hiding in her brain, and took over, being the only one who could answer what Maria was asking. This gave Isabel no other option but to step back so Maria could have the answers she was requesting. She just hid inside Maria’s brain, sharing the curiosity, because it was a mystery to both of them.
“What is it you want to know?” Vilandra’s voice was soft and friendly, not what Maria had expected.
“Michael arrived here as a 6 year old, or was it 4? Well, whatever, he wasn’t born like in Antar. I want to see him as a baby, because I met him three years later, so I have no idea what he looked like when he was that young.” Maria saw Vilandra’s eyes grow sad with the memories.
“I can show you, but you’ll be on your own, as I can’t be in two places at the same time, because I will have to go back in time. You will see it through my eyes, but you won’t be able to take any active participation, because although your essence will be hidden in my brain, you will only have access to my eyes and ears. That’s all I can allow.They were sad times, with the loss of his mother and brother, are you sure you want to go there?”
“Yes!” Said Maria, quite determined.
Maria felt like the TV genie, being sucked back into her bottle, and ended in Vilandra’s brain. She had shrunk to become a very small girl. She was so frightened by her uncle’s screaming, it had woken her up, but she throught she was having a nightmare. Zan was sitting on his bed, shaking like a leaf.
Their nanny signaled them to stay quiet and left the room. Vilandra hugged her knees and stared fixedly at the closed door. Then her nanny was back and with her came the tense atmosphere that floated in the air of the castle. She told them their mother said they should go back to sleep because they were in no danger, and she would explain in the morning. Zan had begun to cry and the nanny got them both in one bed and held them in her arms. They all slept in cat naps, waking up and expecting to hear more screams, but everything was quiet until their mother came, as she had promised, in the morning. She looked pale and her eyes were red from crying. She told them their aunt Ish’Mandra and their cousin had gone away and uncle Ramthis was very sad. Vilandra started crying because she wanted to play with her baby cousins again. Her mother said her cousin Michael had stayed, but her aunt and baby Rath would not come back. They were dressed and told to stay very quiet beside her or they would be sent back to their room. They saw this old man in weird clothes and her mother said he lived in the hills just outside the city and had come to talk with their uncle Ramthis. During the next month, Vilandra went with her mother and nanny to visit her baby cousin Michael who was staying with the people from the hills. She didn’t understand why, and was surprised to see the baby lying on this strange small bed with the multicoloured blankets, and he wasn’t like he usually was, smiling and gurgling happily when he saw her and she touched him. He just looked at her and whimpered and clung to her hands. Vilandra turned to her mother, scared, and asked her in a rather loud voice what was wrong with him. Wyteeah gave her a warning look and the nanny told her the baby was a little sick and the doctor here was making him well. She noticed there was this thin greenish tube disappearing under the blanket by the baby’s legs but when she turned to her nannyto ask about it, she just shook her head no. Vilandra kissed the baby’s cheek and he was kind of hot. She heard what the old man was telling her mother, but she did not understand. Maria did, though.
“I feel so bad about the dear lady and the baby. I warned her so many times, but she paid no heed. Those herbs taken individually would have done no harm, but together…” The old man shook his head, frowning.
“It’s not your fault, Amaru, you did all you could. How is the baby doing?”
“He has a very strong nature. He’s a very special baby. He’s no crier, he whimpers like a cub, and sobs when it gets too bad, but he never cries. He’s very brave, a warrior, like his father, and he is fighting to stay alive. We are cleansing his body from the poison, but it is very difficult because he is a baby. If he were and adult or older, we would be able to convince him to take the purifying herbs, but he won’t because they are bitter and foul tasting. When we have tried to force them down his throat, he throws them up and reacts burning with fever, so instead of helping him, they make him worse, because the heat gives the poison the strength to travel through his body to paralyse his heart. So we can’t risk the fever.”
“Then what are you doing to help him?”
“The herbs need to go to his stomach from where they are sent to his liver to filter what is harmful and send what is needed, through his blood all over his body, neutralizing the effects of the poison, which has entered him the same way, in his mother’s milk.”
“But you say he won’t take them!”
“We are sending them up into his stomach. We have no other choice without cutting into him and risking his life in another way. It is much longer but we are using the guts of the Tamaris fish, which being so large, are long enough to reach his stomach. It is very flexible not to harm him yet strong enough not to bend and stop the liquid’s flow. That way we give him doses of the antidote several times a day and keep him fed at the same time with extracts of nourishing fruits that he absorbs completely.”
“How long will it take, and will it work?” Wyteeah frowned, grossed out by what had to be done to her nephew.
“He will be returned to you in perfect health in 33 days. I assure you not even a drop of the poison will be left in his body. This will make him much stronger and he will grow faster than other children, you will see. He will be a big boy. Look how he loves the girl, how he clings to her and tries to please her.”
Wyteeah saw it was true. The baby was gurgling softly, just for Vilandra, but he was so quiet and still! He had been a fireball those months before the poison kicked in and killed the other two. It broke her heart to see him like that.
“It will be good for him if she comes as often as she can, it gives him more reasons to live. He must miss his mother and brother very much, but the girl is taking their place. She is a pleasant medicine to him, he needs her. Please don’t stop her from coming.”
“She will be here anytime she wants and I’m sure you will be tired of seeing her. You will have to kick her out, you can’t imagine how much she loves her cousin.”
Wyteeah’s heart melted as she watched the interaction between her daughter and her nephew. She couldn’t believe Ish’Mandra would never be by her side again not even to watch her boy grow. It was so tragic, but she would see for all the boy’s needs as if he were her own.
Vilandra was there everyday, sometimes with her mother, and sometimes with her nanny when Wyteeah couldn’t make it. Zan had been told to go with her but after the first time, he didn’t want to go back, frightened to see his cousin lying there, almost unmoving. He did it unwillingly once a week, and was glad that after four times there, the baby was brought home on the 33º day exactly, by warlord Ramthis, who had been summoned by the old Andes man to have the honour of holding his perfectly healthy strong boy in his arms and taking him home. Vilandra insisted the baby should sleep with her, and when a crib was brought for him, she would have none of it, and had him placed in her bed. The baby grew and thrived just like the old man said, always a big boy for his age, and though he may have lacked a mother and siblings, and his father was too busy to be there as often as he would have wanted, Vilandra was always at his side. He was a beautiful child, his hair shone in the sun, so different from the Antares, and his eyes had this burnt gold colour, unlike the Antares typical black. They would streak bright blue when he was angry or upset, because drops of that mineral had been added to the concoction that was forced into him, to strengthen the herbs and prevent them from being rendered useless by the poison. It flared in his eyes, the mirrors of his soul, to counteract with the heat of his fury, keeping it under control. It was as much his trademark as his gold flecked hair, both of which Vilandra loved.
And then his father presented him as Rath-Michael, joining his brother’s name with his, keeping him alive with him, as they were practically identical twins, but for the hair and eyes. He was a rebel since he was born. From the moment he refused to die, his determination was what made him a legend, along with his beauty and his courage.
Maria watched him grow with tears in her eyes, Vilandra was so lucky to be there for him, always a part of his life, no wonder they loved each other so much, that’s why there was no other woman for him. She understood why Zan was so jealous, and why he also loved him so much, yet in such a strange way. Maria felt the awe in Isabel, as much as hers, because it was also the first time she saw these images, just as Maria was doing. What she would give to be back in Antar! Knowing what she did now, she would never allow Khivar to posses her mind, she would never allow him to murder the boy she loved, she would find a way to make her stubborn brother see reason if she had to break his neck in the process. Vilandra sighed and both Maria and Isabel were pushed away from her brain.
“Isabel? Isabel?” Isabel heard Maria’s insistent voice in her head, but when she opened her eyes, she was alone with Michael. She looked around and confirmed Maria was nowhere around. Then she realized where she was and where Maria should be at this time of day. In school and in who knew what kind of trouble for blacking out to be with her on their amazing time travel.
Maria realized she was sitting on the floor with her back against the lockers and wondered how the hell she had got there. Liz was holding her hand, patting it and calling her name in a worried voice, and Max and Kyle were squatting on the other side, looking closely at her, waiting for some sign of life. She scrambled quickly to her feet, blushing red with embarrassment, as she saw a crowd of staring eyes focused on her.
- I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t sleep a wink last night, I was just falling asleep on my feet on my way here. I’m so sorry…-
The bell started ringing and now that the fun was over, the students started walking to their classrooms.
- Maria, how did you…- Liz began, quite intrigued.
- Later Liz, please? I’m trying to figure it all out, maybe by lunchtime I’ll be able to make sense. - Maria shook her head and headed for her classroom with Liz in tow.
- God, Maria! That was awesome, Michael was sooo cute! - Liz cooed.
- Oh no! You mean he went through it too? I put him through that? I just hate myself! How could I do that to him? And to Isabel! She must hate me too! I would! - Maria wailed.
- Maria, how could you get through to Isabel? - Liz was perplexed.
- The brands, my brands. When she touches them, we kind of connect. I can’t explain it, probably Isabel can, but I’m afraid we’ll have to wait to be in Houston. We can’t expect her to dreamwalk all of us and phone calls aren’t good enough for something as big as this. - Maria explained.
- Well, we’re just a day away, thank heavens. I can’t wait to have Michael back here with us! - Liz frowned.
- Yeah, I can’t either, but at the same time, I feel so selfish, cause he’s so much better there, here he will miss Laurie, the horses, the pool, Serena, and just being himself with nothing to hide. It will be so sad for him to come back to this…- Maria’s eyes were filling with tears.
- But he’ll have you, Maria, and you know how much that means to him. - Liz hooked her arm around Maria hoping that little gesture of her love for her best friend would make her feel a little better.
Isabel woke up when Stuart removed her head from his chest to get up, so Isabel knew it was 6:30. When he came out ready to go, she was also ready to have breakfast with him, in her robe and slippers. They were finding it difficult to communicate, apart from the fact that Stuart barely had time for a few words. They chose to use body language which proved much more effective : subtle touches with their hands throughout the scant 10 minutes and a kiss worth a thousand words at the door but not a single word. Neither of them could think of anything sensible to say.
Isabel stretched and yawned, heading for Michael’s room to see how he was doing. She found him sleeping in almost the same position as when they had gone to him last night, except for his hand, which was palm down in front of his face. Isabel smiled and lay with him, spooning him from behind. She raised her arm along his, sliding her hand as far up as she could, holding his forearm just before his wrist while she wrapped her other arm around his stomach. Her hand glided along his taut muscles to his chest, pressing her fingertip on his nipple and massaging it in a circle as he gave a low moan. She continued down his ribs, over his hip to his thigh, and as she cupped his slightly flexed knee, she had this flash of Liz doing exactly that. She shook her out of her head, in no mood for Liz moments, and trailed her fingers and nails up the back of his thigh, moving back a little to dip it between his buttocks and stopped, hovering over Max’s brand. He was in no mood either for a Max moment so she hooked her fingers and connected them into Maria’s brands. What happened next she couldn’t explain, but she was seeing Michael through Maria’s eyes and she was demanding information she didn’t have, but Vilandra did. Isabel felt dizzy as the Antares princess rose from wherever she was hiding in her brain, and took over, being the only one who could answer what Maria was asking. This gave Isabel no other option but to step back so Maria could have the answers she was requesting. She just hid inside Maria’s brain, sharing the curiosity, because it was a mystery to both of them.
“What is it you want to know?” Vilandra’s voice was soft and friendly, not what Maria had expected.
“Michael arrived here as a 6 year old, or was it 4? Well, whatever, he wasn’t born like in Antar. I want to see him as a baby, because I met him three years later, so I have no idea what he looked like when he was that young.” Maria saw Vilandra’s eyes grow sad with the memories.
“I can show you, but you’ll be on your own, as I can’t be in two places at the same time, because I will have to go back in time. You will see it through my eyes, but you won’t be able to take any active participation, because although your essence will be hidden in my brain, you will only have access to my eyes and ears. That’s all I can allow.They were sad times, with the loss of his mother and brother, are you sure you want to go there?”
“Yes!” Said Maria, quite determined.
Maria felt like the TV genie, being sucked back into her bottle, and ended in Vilandra’s brain. She had shrunk to become a very small girl. She was so frightened by her uncle’s screaming, it had woken her up, but she throught she was having a nightmare. Zan was sitting on his bed, shaking like a leaf.
Their nanny signaled them to stay quiet and left the room. Vilandra hugged her knees and stared fixedly at the closed door. Then her nanny was back and with her came the tense atmosphere that floated in the air of the castle. She told them their mother said they should go back to sleep because they were in no danger, and she would explain in the morning. Zan had begun to cry and the nanny got them both in one bed and held them in her arms. They all slept in cat naps, waking up and expecting to hear more screams, but everything was quiet until their mother came, as she had promised, in the morning. She looked pale and her eyes were red from crying. She told them their aunt Ish’Mandra and their cousin had gone away and uncle Ramthis was very sad. Vilandra started crying because she wanted to play with her baby cousins again. Her mother said her cousin Michael had stayed, but her aunt and baby Rath would not come back. They were dressed and told to stay very quiet beside her or they would be sent back to their room. They saw this old man in weird clothes and her mother said he lived in the hills just outside the city and had come to talk with their uncle Ramthis. During the next month, Vilandra went with her mother and nanny to visit her baby cousin Michael who was staying with the people from the hills. She didn’t understand why, and was surprised to see the baby lying on this strange small bed with the multicoloured blankets, and he wasn’t like he usually was, smiling and gurgling happily when he saw her and she touched him. He just looked at her and whimpered and clung to her hands. Vilandra turned to her mother, scared, and asked her in a rather loud voice what was wrong with him. Wyteeah gave her a warning look and the nanny told her the baby was a little sick and the doctor here was making him well. She noticed there was this thin greenish tube disappearing under the blanket by the baby’s legs but when she turned to her nannyto ask about it, she just shook her head no. Vilandra kissed the baby’s cheek and he was kind of hot. She heard what the old man was telling her mother, but she did not understand. Maria did, though.
“I feel so bad about the dear lady and the baby. I warned her so many times, but she paid no heed. Those herbs taken individually would have done no harm, but together…” The old man shook his head, frowning.
“It’s not your fault, Amaru, you did all you could. How is the baby doing?”
“He has a very strong nature. He’s a very special baby. He’s no crier, he whimpers like a cub, and sobs when it gets too bad, but he never cries. He’s very brave, a warrior, like his father, and he is fighting to stay alive. We are cleansing his body from the poison, but it is very difficult because he is a baby. If he were and adult or older, we would be able to convince him to take the purifying herbs, but he won’t because they are bitter and foul tasting. When we have tried to force them down his throat, he throws them up and reacts burning with fever, so instead of helping him, they make him worse, because the heat gives the poison the strength to travel through his body to paralyse his heart. So we can’t risk the fever.”
“Then what are you doing to help him?”
“The herbs need to go to his stomach from where they are sent to his liver to filter what is harmful and send what is needed, through his blood all over his body, neutralizing the effects of the poison, which has entered him the same way, in his mother’s milk.”
“But you say he won’t take them!”
“We are sending them up into his stomach. We have no other choice without cutting into him and risking his life in another way. It is much longer but we are using the guts of the Tamaris fish, which being so large, are long enough to reach his stomach. It is very flexible not to harm him yet strong enough not to bend and stop the liquid’s flow. That way we give him doses of the antidote several times a day and keep him fed at the same time with extracts of nourishing fruits that he absorbs completely.”
“How long will it take, and will it work?” Wyteeah frowned, grossed out by what had to be done to her nephew.
“He will be returned to you in perfect health in 33 days. I assure you not even a drop of the poison will be left in his body. This will make him much stronger and he will grow faster than other children, you will see. He will be a big boy. Look how he loves the girl, how he clings to her and tries to please her.”
Wyteeah saw it was true. The baby was gurgling softly, just for Vilandra, but he was so quiet and still! He had been a fireball those months before the poison kicked in and killed the other two. It broke her heart to see him like that.
“It will be good for him if she comes as often as she can, it gives him more reasons to live. He must miss his mother and brother very much, but the girl is taking their place. She is a pleasant medicine to him, he needs her. Please don’t stop her from coming.”
“She will be here anytime she wants and I’m sure you will be tired of seeing her. You will have to kick her out, you can’t imagine how much she loves her cousin.”
Wyteeah’s heart melted as she watched the interaction between her daughter and her nephew. She couldn’t believe Ish’Mandra would never be by her side again not even to watch her boy grow. It was so tragic, but she would see for all the boy’s needs as if he were her own.
Vilandra was there everyday, sometimes with her mother, and sometimes with her nanny when Wyteeah couldn’t make it. Zan had been told to go with her but after the first time, he didn’t want to go back, frightened to see his cousin lying there, almost unmoving. He did it unwillingly once a week, and was glad that after four times there, the baby was brought home on the 33º day exactly, by warlord Ramthis, who had been summoned by the old Andes man to have the honour of holding his perfectly healthy strong boy in his arms and taking him home. Vilandra insisted the baby should sleep with her, and when a crib was brought for him, she would have none of it, and had him placed in her bed. The baby grew and thrived just like the old man said, always a big boy for his age, and though he may have lacked a mother and siblings, and his father was too busy to be there as often as he would have wanted, Vilandra was always at his side. He was a beautiful child, his hair shone in the sun, so different from the Antares, and his eyes had this burnt gold colour, unlike the Antares typical black. They would streak bright blue when he was angry or upset, because drops of that mineral had been added to the concoction that was forced into him, to strengthen the herbs and prevent them from being rendered useless by the poison. It flared in his eyes, the mirrors of his soul, to counteract with the heat of his fury, keeping it under control. It was as much his trademark as his gold flecked hair, both of which Vilandra loved.
And then his father presented him as Rath-Michael, joining his brother’s name with his, keeping him alive with him, as they were practically identical twins, but for the hair and eyes. He was a rebel since he was born. From the moment he refused to die, his determination was what made him a legend, along with his beauty and his courage.
Maria watched him grow with tears in her eyes, Vilandra was so lucky to be there for him, always a part of his life, no wonder they loved each other so much, that’s why there was no other woman for him. She understood why Zan was so jealous, and why he also loved him so much, yet in such a strange way. Maria felt the awe in Isabel, as much as hers, because it was also the first time she saw these images, just as Maria was doing. What she would give to be back in Antar! Knowing what she did now, she would never allow Khivar to posses her mind, she would never allow him to murder the boy she loved, she would find a way to make her stubborn brother see reason if she had to break his neck in the process. Vilandra sighed and both Maria and Isabel were pushed away from her brain.
“Isabel? Isabel?” Isabel heard Maria’s insistent voice in her head, but when she opened her eyes, she was alone with Michael. She looked around and confirmed Maria was nowhere around. Then she realized where she was and where Maria should be at this time of day. In school and in who knew what kind of trouble for blacking out to be with her on their amazing time travel.
Maria realized she was sitting on the floor with her back against the lockers and wondered how the hell she had got there. Liz was holding her hand, patting it and calling her name in a worried voice, and Max and Kyle were squatting on the other side, looking closely at her, waiting for some sign of life. She scrambled quickly to her feet, blushing red with embarrassment, as she saw a crowd of staring eyes focused on her.
- I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t sleep a wink last night, I was just falling asleep on my feet on my way here. I’m so sorry…-
The bell started ringing and now that the fun was over, the students started walking to their classrooms.
- Maria, how did you…- Liz began, quite intrigued.
- Later Liz, please? I’m trying to figure it all out, maybe by lunchtime I’ll be able to make sense. - Maria shook her head and headed for her classroom with Liz in tow.
- God, Maria! That was awesome, Michael was sooo cute! - Liz cooed.
- Oh no! You mean he went through it too? I put him through that? I just hate myself! How could I do that to him? And to Isabel! She must hate me too! I would! - Maria wailed.
- Maria, how could you get through to Isabel? - Liz was perplexed.
- The brands, my brands. When she touches them, we kind of connect. I can’t explain it, probably Isabel can, but I’m afraid we’ll have to wait to be in Houston. We can’t expect her to dreamwalk all of us and phone calls aren’t good enough for something as big as this. - Maria explained.
- Well, we’re just a day away, thank heavens. I can’t wait to have Michael back here with us! - Liz frowned.
- Yeah, I can’t either, but at the same time, I feel so selfish, cause he’s so much better there, here he will miss Laurie, the horses, the pool, Serena, and just being himself with nothing to hide. It will be so sad for him to come back to this…- Maria’s eyes were filling with tears.
- But he’ll have you, Maria, and you know how much that means to him. - Liz hooked her arm around Maria hoping that little gesture of her love for her best friend would make her feel a little better.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 226
Isabel tried for at least a full minute to shake the dizziness from her head. She pulled her fingers away from Maria’s brands and it was gone immediately. She took a deep breath, walking her fingers all the way up to his shoulder, then caressed her way up his bent arm to his hand. She pushed her fingers between his and felt them close gently against hers as she squeezed his hand. She kissed his shoulder and whispered against it.
- Michael, Michael…- But he just sighed and went on sleeping.
Isabel also sighed and propped her upper body up on her elbow, looking down at his relaxed body. He slid his foot up along his shin almost to his knee and back down to his ankle. Somehow, Isabel found it very erotic, specially when he pushed his ass back again into her lap. She felt her brand suddenly heat up and she was flashed this pathetic scene in the strange room, with the pitiful small body of her baby cousin lying on this so called bed, the horrid greenish tube disappearing under the rainbow sheet between his chubby legs. She watched the little princess Vilandra shudder, her eyes exactly where Isabel’s were. Then she heard her ask in her piping voice:
“Why is he so still?”
And with the typical gentleness that the elderly reserve for the very young, the old man patiently explained :
“One of the medicines I’m giving him keeps him sleepy, because he will heal better and faster when he resting.”
The old man patted affectionately the little girl’s bright hair and she turned and smiled up at him. Then she caressed her baby cousin’s body with one hand while she let his hand clutch her fingers of her other hand in a grip quite hard for a baby. She laughed when he took her hand to his mouth and sucked at her index and middle fingers before he started nibbling on them. Isabel got from Vilandra the fact that the Antares were born with their baby teeth, which grew along with their bodies, not needing to change like humans did.
The flash ended and Isabel realized Michael was doing just that : nibbling at her fingers. Very gently, she pulled them out of his warm mouth and heard him groan his complaint. She moved away from him eliciting another groan and sat up, looking at him with such tenderness that no one would have thought Isabel Evans capable of. She picked up the receiver and called Serena. She only told her she had had this weird experience with Michael and where she was and Serena said she would be there right away. Isabel had just hanged up when she heard Sylvia calling Michael and knocking on the door.
- Come in Sylvia, it’s open. - Isabel knew she was bringing his breakfast. She also knew she was struggling with the door as she carried the tray, so that gave Isabel time enough to wave some shorts on Michael. He winced and squirmed and Isabel wondered if their interaction had given him reasons to be uncomfortably constricted by the clothing. Too late. Sylvia came in and wasn’t at all surprised to find Isabel there anymore. Something else did surprise her, though.
- It’s the first time I see Michael sleeping in shorts…- She giggled.
- Miracles do happen! - Isabel echoed her giggles.
Sylvia smiled at her and placed the tray on the breakfast table. Then she stepped up to the bed and gave Michael a most endearing look.
- Doesn’t he look like a sleeping angel? - She sighed dramatically.
- You’re the only other person I’ve heard call Michael that. The other one is, of course, Maria. - Isabel laughed.
- Laurie says he’s her angel too. I’m so sorry for her now that you guys will be leaving. She’ll go back to her hermit’s life again! - Sylvia shook her head and her face became sad.
Isabel knew what she was talking about. Laurie would again become the robot who automatically went to school, rode her horse just as she had promised Michael, did her homework, watched TV, had dinner, watched TV some more, and went to bed. The only persons she saw were Serena and Uncle Derek, usually during the weekends. That was her dull life. Great being rich when you’re that shy and insecure!
- I have an older brother who left home some years ago. I thought he was the biggest jerk ever, we were always fighting, as almost all brothers and sisters do, we couldn’t stand each other. But Laurie would have loved to have her kid brother with her, I’m sure they wouldn’t have been like that, I don’t know why, but I think he would have felt the same way too, they’re so loving to each other, could it be cause they weren’t together as children? -
Sylvia wondered.
- No Sylvia, you’re right, Michael also would have loved to have his big sister with him, and he would have protected her from anything. - Isabel smiled wistfully, remembering how she and Michael had thought for so many years that they were siblings, and yet he was always so gentle with her, unlike Max, that she considered him her favourite brother because of it. - You know? You’re right, he does look like an angel. - “Of the sexy kind” Isabel admitted and added the second thought to herself.
- Oh well, I’ll leave his breakfast to you then, I won’t need to keep checking on him. - Sylvia gave a little giggle which screamed disappointment and backed to the door with her eyes focused on the sleeping boy.
- Sylvia, Serena’s coming over any minute now. Just tell her to come up here, ok? - Isabel watched Sylvia nod and just leave the door to. Isabel shuddered to think what Michael would have done when they decided to confine Laurie into the nuthouse if he had been living there with them. Knowing Bobby and Meredith, they would have probably found a way to kill him or confine him too. He would have ended as a lab rat at the FBI before he knew what was happening to him, if they had done to him what they did to Laurie.
Serena’s hug brought her out of her somber thoughts, she hadn’t heard her arrive.
- I’m right here, tell me what happened. - She whispered lovingly.
Isabel gave her a detailed account of the whole thing, even her private thoughts, blushing, until the second before she felt her there with her.
Serena took a deep breath and let it out slowly, giving the girl a squeeze.
- Isabel, you were the only girl for him in Antar as Maria is the only girl for him here on Earth, unfortunately, your previous lives are catching up with the three of you. Both you and Maria are caught in the middle, which happens to be Michael, so you girls will have to learn to cope. - She nodded.
- What do you think we’ve been doing lately? - Isabel scoffed.
- Yes, I know, imagine how he feels being torn between you two…because he loves you both very much. You made both his lives worth living. There is no way he can choose between you. It would kill him. - She meant each word literally and Isabel knew it.
- We are coping, you can be sure of that. - Somehow, Isabel was as sure of Maria as she was of herself.
- Wasn’t he beautiful? - Serena asked, taking Isabel off guard.
Serena squeezed Isabel’s hand and flashed her baby Michael when he was free of the poison, gurgling and clinging happily to her.
- He was gorgeous! - Isabel laughed, turning to look at the sleeping Michael. - He still is. -
- And he’s still a handful, so be careful with him! - Serena knew how much she had shaken Isabel with the seriousness of her statement.
Maria sat at the lunch table in a trancelike state, which only Liz totally understood, as Kyle and Max kept staring at her as if she had turned green or grown antennas like the ones that went with the Crashdown uniform, but this time, the real thing. They were driving Liz nuts, being the only one of the two girls, aware of it. Liz watched them while she answered Isabel’s call, as she stood just outside the building. Then she walked over to their table.
- Will you stop it? - She tried to keep it down the best she could.
- WHAT! - The guys went together.
- Stop staring at her like that! They’re starting to give us funny looks! As if we needed them! - Liz was really getting pissed.
- Then tell us what’s wrong with her! So far we know it’s about Michael… who else? And that he’s not hurt…surprise! But we want to know more! - Max exploded.
- I told you I will when we get out of here! How many times are you going to ask? - Liz snapped.
- C’mon Liz, we’re just curious, put yourself in our place! - Kyle whined.
- Ok, but just a small preview, that’s all your getting here! - Liz did get in their shoes and yes, she had to admit she would be ready to kick their balls if they didn’t get her out of her misery. - Somehow, Isabel connected with Maria fully awake, and they flashed back to Antar, something to do with Michael as a baby. That’s all your getting, now lay off. -
- Michael…- Maria seemed to come out of her trance when she heard his name.
- Hey, it’s ok, he’s ok, still sleeping. Now, you need to eat, and we’ll call Isabel as soon as we leave school, here…- Liz put the fork in Maria’s hand.
She started eating her pasta automatically, as they decided to hurry on with their lunch cause they were getting short of time.
Finally, the blasted bell rang and they rushed to Michael’s empty apartment.
Serena and Liz decided to let him sleep as long as he wanted, and turned on the TV set to watch the old classic romantic movies they both loved.
Michael finally woke up at 12:30 and since it was already lunch time, they had him showered and dressed and down in the terrace with his breakfast tray. He had breakfast and lunch one right after the other as Serena and Isabel kept exchanging amused glances. Michael noticed them, but just smirked and ignored them. They were surprise at his words when he finished eating and stared at them until he had their full attention.
- So we’ve been in love since I was born. That’s real cool. I’m sorry I couldn’t give that to Maria. -
It was his turn to be amused when he saw the expression in Isabel’s face. She obviously thought he didn’t know she knew, thinking it was a dream. But Serena did and her secret smile told him so.
- How did you access Maria? - Michael wanted to know the whole story.
- I…I guess I did it though her brands. It was an accident. The way you were lying, when I was caressing you, Max’s brand was in the way under my hand and I just didn’t feel like touching it, so I dug my nails into Maria’s just to see how she had felt when she made them. Then before I knew it, I was looking at you through her eyes. She was asking me about you as a baby, which I had no way of knowing, but Vilandra did, and she came to answer her as if she had been summoned. I could just watch, still through Maria’s eyes, and it was awesome, cause it was as new to me as it was to Maria. I’m sure she’s also asking herself how we did it. - Isabel’s eyes had grown misty. - I would have liked to stay there longer, to see more, and Maria did too. -
- Do it again. - Said Michael.
- I can’t now. I didn’t do it on purpose so I didn’t realize until later that Maria was in school, and I might have got her in trouble. So I called her at lunch time, not to make things worse for her, and Liz answered. She said Maria was in a kind of daze since she had this sort of blackout earlier at her locker for almost a minute. She knew what Maria had been seeing through Michael but she thought he had been dreaming it. She didn’t know how it had got to Maria. I told her and she said she would get them all together at your place after classes to try it again with all of them connected to Maria, so we have to wait until Liz calls to make sure they’re there already. They will rush over right after classes cause Liz says Max and Kyle are going nuts with curiosity. -
- Ok then, wake me up when she calls, cause no way I’m sleeping through it this time. - He stretched out by the pool and dipped his arm in the water draping it over the edge.
- Michael! How can you go back to sleep? You’ve barely been awake more than an hour! - Isabel scolded him.
- Eating makes me drowsy. - He said as he closed his eyes.
So she went with Serena to lie back on the deck chairs, and before long, they were dozing too. Isabel’s cell phone ringing in her pocket had her sitting up and answering Liz’s call. Isabel told her her plan if Maria was up to it. Liz asked her to wait a sec and then Maria was on the phone telling her to go for it, but first, she would have to brief Kyle and Max before they went into convulsions. Isabel giggled and told her to get into a circle connection and she would start right away. She turned off her phone to prevent interruptions and run to the kitchen to tell Sylvia they would have a meditation exercise, which both her and her mother were already familiar with, and they couldn’t be interrupted. She raced back and they splashed Michael until he woke up. Then they formed their own circle connection with Isabel’s hand on Michael, over Maria’s brands, using this time the ones over her brand, and her other in Serena’s. Michael connected with Serena’s free hand and Maria was immediately merged with Isabel, summoning Vilandra to give them her memories.
As Vilandra was making up her mind which one to give them first, she started giggling at the one that came into her head. She showed them how she taught Michael to kiss her, making him purse his lips imitating her, and how he giggled when their lips touched. She showed them his first steps, how she coaxed him to get up and come to her spread arms. He would take a step and fall back on his butt, then stubbornly try again to fall back down. But he was so determined to please her that he kept doing it until he managed to take a few steps before falling back. She rushed to him and covered him in kisses, then she took his hands and walked him to have his nap. He did fine while he clung to her hands but when she let go his balance played him tricks. His insistence paid off, and three days later, he was walking on his own just falling a few times a day. Vilandra would hug him tight and kiss him, and that was the best reward he could get. She showed them the first time Ramthis put Michael on the gentle mare he had chosen for him to ride on his own. The mare was still young enough to be playful, and when Ramthis started walking his horse alongside the mare, she started bucking around and Michael was taken by surprise and ended landing on his butt to bounce over on his tummy. He pushed up, more angry than hurt, and had to join his father and Geehan, who started laughing their heads off once they saw the boy getting up, and confirming he was alright. Geehan gave the little boy a leg up and soon he was prancing along with the mare, who was just happy to be ridden, according to what his father said. His training in riding had come before he could even walk, as his father held him in front of him as he rode through the citadel in the afternoons. The movement of a horse under him was as natural as breathing. He was as natural as they came, no doubts about it. She showed them the first time Ramthis lost his patience with his son and spanked him in front of all the family. Vilandra couldn’t go to him cause her mother was holding her hand hard. She saw Rath-Michael shut his eyes tight and wince, then grit his teeth and take it with just a rare grunt of gasp that managed to escape his lips. She showed them how angry she had been the first time she caught Zan pawing him, how Rath-Michael stood up to Zan and Larek, when the older boy came visiting and ended playing with Zan, using Rath-Michael as their victim. Then the connection was rudely broken when Michael’s nosy neighbour, Mrs. Curry, knocked loudly on the door wondering if someone had broken into the apartment. She calmed down and left after she recognized Maria when she came to the door, but the connection had been broken and Maria called Isabel to tell her what had happened. They both decided they had had enough, as they were getting a headache from the concentration it had taken them to get where they wanted, so they called it quits, satisfied with what they had seen.
Isabel tried for at least a full minute to shake the dizziness from her head. She pulled her fingers away from Maria’s brands and it was gone immediately. She took a deep breath, walking her fingers all the way up to his shoulder, then caressed her way up his bent arm to his hand. She pushed her fingers between his and felt them close gently against hers as she squeezed his hand. She kissed his shoulder and whispered against it.
- Michael, Michael…- But he just sighed and went on sleeping.
Isabel also sighed and propped her upper body up on her elbow, looking down at his relaxed body. He slid his foot up along his shin almost to his knee and back down to his ankle. Somehow, Isabel found it very erotic, specially when he pushed his ass back again into her lap. She felt her brand suddenly heat up and she was flashed this pathetic scene in the strange room, with the pitiful small body of her baby cousin lying on this so called bed, the horrid greenish tube disappearing under the rainbow sheet between his chubby legs. She watched the little princess Vilandra shudder, her eyes exactly where Isabel’s were. Then she heard her ask in her piping voice:
“Why is he so still?”
And with the typical gentleness that the elderly reserve for the very young, the old man patiently explained :
“One of the medicines I’m giving him keeps him sleepy, because he will heal better and faster when he resting.”
The old man patted affectionately the little girl’s bright hair and she turned and smiled up at him. Then she caressed her baby cousin’s body with one hand while she let his hand clutch her fingers of her other hand in a grip quite hard for a baby. She laughed when he took her hand to his mouth and sucked at her index and middle fingers before he started nibbling on them. Isabel got from Vilandra the fact that the Antares were born with their baby teeth, which grew along with their bodies, not needing to change like humans did.
The flash ended and Isabel realized Michael was doing just that : nibbling at her fingers. Very gently, she pulled them out of his warm mouth and heard him groan his complaint. She moved away from him eliciting another groan and sat up, looking at him with such tenderness that no one would have thought Isabel Evans capable of. She picked up the receiver and called Serena. She only told her she had had this weird experience with Michael and where she was and Serena said she would be there right away. Isabel had just hanged up when she heard Sylvia calling Michael and knocking on the door.
- Come in Sylvia, it’s open. - Isabel knew she was bringing his breakfast. She also knew she was struggling with the door as she carried the tray, so that gave Isabel time enough to wave some shorts on Michael. He winced and squirmed and Isabel wondered if their interaction had given him reasons to be uncomfortably constricted by the clothing. Too late. Sylvia came in and wasn’t at all surprised to find Isabel there anymore. Something else did surprise her, though.
- It’s the first time I see Michael sleeping in shorts…- She giggled.
- Miracles do happen! - Isabel echoed her giggles.
Sylvia smiled at her and placed the tray on the breakfast table. Then she stepped up to the bed and gave Michael a most endearing look.
- Doesn’t he look like a sleeping angel? - She sighed dramatically.
- You’re the only other person I’ve heard call Michael that. The other one is, of course, Maria. - Isabel laughed.
- Laurie says he’s her angel too. I’m so sorry for her now that you guys will be leaving. She’ll go back to her hermit’s life again! - Sylvia shook her head and her face became sad.
Isabel knew what she was talking about. Laurie would again become the robot who automatically went to school, rode her horse just as she had promised Michael, did her homework, watched TV, had dinner, watched TV some more, and went to bed. The only persons she saw were Serena and Uncle Derek, usually during the weekends. That was her dull life. Great being rich when you’re that shy and insecure!
- I have an older brother who left home some years ago. I thought he was the biggest jerk ever, we were always fighting, as almost all brothers and sisters do, we couldn’t stand each other. But Laurie would have loved to have her kid brother with her, I’m sure they wouldn’t have been like that, I don’t know why, but I think he would have felt the same way too, they’re so loving to each other, could it be cause they weren’t together as children? -
Sylvia wondered.
- No Sylvia, you’re right, Michael also would have loved to have his big sister with him, and he would have protected her from anything. - Isabel smiled wistfully, remembering how she and Michael had thought for so many years that they were siblings, and yet he was always so gentle with her, unlike Max, that she considered him her favourite brother because of it. - You know? You’re right, he does look like an angel. - “Of the sexy kind” Isabel admitted and added the second thought to herself.
- Oh well, I’ll leave his breakfast to you then, I won’t need to keep checking on him. - Sylvia gave a little giggle which screamed disappointment and backed to the door with her eyes focused on the sleeping boy.
- Sylvia, Serena’s coming over any minute now. Just tell her to come up here, ok? - Isabel watched Sylvia nod and just leave the door to. Isabel shuddered to think what Michael would have done when they decided to confine Laurie into the nuthouse if he had been living there with them. Knowing Bobby and Meredith, they would have probably found a way to kill him or confine him too. He would have ended as a lab rat at the FBI before he knew what was happening to him, if they had done to him what they did to Laurie.
Serena’s hug brought her out of her somber thoughts, she hadn’t heard her arrive.
- I’m right here, tell me what happened. - She whispered lovingly.
Isabel gave her a detailed account of the whole thing, even her private thoughts, blushing, until the second before she felt her there with her.
Serena took a deep breath and let it out slowly, giving the girl a squeeze.
- Isabel, you were the only girl for him in Antar as Maria is the only girl for him here on Earth, unfortunately, your previous lives are catching up with the three of you. Both you and Maria are caught in the middle, which happens to be Michael, so you girls will have to learn to cope. - She nodded.
- What do you think we’ve been doing lately? - Isabel scoffed.
- Yes, I know, imagine how he feels being torn between you two…because he loves you both very much. You made both his lives worth living. There is no way he can choose between you. It would kill him. - She meant each word literally and Isabel knew it.
- We are coping, you can be sure of that. - Somehow, Isabel was as sure of Maria as she was of herself.
- Wasn’t he beautiful? - Serena asked, taking Isabel off guard.
Serena squeezed Isabel’s hand and flashed her baby Michael when he was free of the poison, gurgling and clinging happily to her.
- He was gorgeous! - Isabel laughed, turning to look at the sleeping Michael. - He still is. -
- And he’s still a handful, so be careful with him! - Serena knew how much she had shaken Isabel with the seriousness of her statement.
Maria sat at the lunch table in a trancelike state, which only Liz totally understood, as Kyle and Max kept staring at her as if she had turned green or grown antennas like the ones that went with the Crashdown uniform, but this time, the real thing. They were driving Liz nuts, being the only one of the two girls, aware of it. Liz watched them while she answered Isabel’s call, as she stood just outside the building. Then she walked over to their table.
- Will you stop it? - She tried to keep it down the best she could.
- WHAT! - The guys went together.
- Stop staring at her like that! They’re starting to give us funny looks! As if we needed them! - Liz was really getting pissed.
- Then tell us what’s wrong with her! So far we know it’s about Michael… who else? And that he’s not hurt…surprise! But we want to know more! - Max exploded.
- I told you I will when we get out of here! How many times are you going to ask? - Liz snapped.
- C’mon Liz, we’re just curious, put yourself in our place! - Kyle whined.
- Ok, but just a small preview, that’s all your getting here! - Liz did get in their shoes and yes, she had to admit she would be ready to kick their balls if they didn’t get her out of her misery. - Somehow, Isabel connected with Maria fully awake, and they flashed back to Antar, something to do with Michael as a baby. That’s all your getting, now lay off. -
- Michael…- Maria seemed to come out of her trance when she heard his name.
- Hey, it’s ok, he’s ok, still sleeping. Now, you need to eat, and we’ll call Isabel as soon as we leave school, here…- Liz put the fork in Maria’s hand.
She started eating her pasta automatically, as they decided to hurry on with their lunch cause they were getting short of time.
Finally, the blasted bell rang and they rushed to Michael’s empty apartment.
Serena and Liz decided to let him sleep as long as he wanted, and turned on the TV set to watch the old classic romantic movies they both loved.
Michael finally woke up at 12:30 and since it was already lunch time, they had him showered and dressed and down in the terrace with his breakfast tray. He had breakfast and lunch one right after the other as Serena and Isabel kept exchanging amused glances. Michael noticed them, but just smirked and ignored them. They were surprise at his words when he finished eating and stared at them until he had their full attention.
- So we’ve been in love since I was born. That’s real cool. I’m sorry I couldn’t give that to Maria. -
It was his turn to be amused when he saw the expression in Isabel’s face. She obviously thought he didn’t know she knew, thinking it was a dream. But Serena did and her secret smile told him so.
- How did you access Maria? - Michael wanted to know the whole story.
- I…I guess I did it though her brands. It was an accident. The way you were lying, when I was caressing you, Max’s brand was in the way under my hand and I just didn’t feel like touching it, so I dug my nails into Maria’s just to see how she had felt when she made them. Then before I knew it, I was looking at you through her eyes. She was asking me about you as a baby, which I had no way of knowing, but Vilandra did, and she came to answer her as if she had been summoned. I could just watch, still through Maria’s eyes, and it was awesome, cause it was as new to me as it was to Maria. I’m sure she’s also asking herself how we did it. - Isabel’s eyes had grown misty. - I would have liked to stay there longer, to see more, and Maria did too. -
- Do it again. - Said Michael.
- I can’t now. I didn’t do it on purpose so I didn’t realize until later that Maria was in school, and I might have got her in trouble. So I called her at lunch time, not to make things worse for her, and Liz answered. She said Maria was in a kind of daze since she had this sort of blackout earlier at her locker for almost a minute. She knew what Maria had been seeing through Michael but she thought he had been dreaming it. She didn’t know how it had got to Maria. I told her and she said she would get them all together at your place after classes to try it again with all of them connected to Maria, so we have to wait until Liz calls to make sure they’re there already. They will rush over right after classes cause Liz says Max and Kyle are going nuts with curiosity. -
- Ok then, wake me up when she calls, cause no way I’m sleeping through it this time. - He stretched out by the pool and dipped his arm in the water draping it over the edge.
- Michael! How can you go back to sleep? You’ve barely been awake more than an hour! - Isabel scolded him.
- Eating makes me drowsy. - He said as he closed his eyes.
So she went with Serena to lie back on the deck chairs, and before long, they were dozing too. Isabel’s cell phone ringing in her pocket had her sitting up and answering Liz’s call. Isabel told her her plan if Maria was up to it. Liz asked her to wait a sec and then Maria was on the phone telling her to go for it, but first, she would have to brief Kyle and Max before they went into convulsions. Isabel giggled and told her to get into a circle connection and she would start right away. She turned off her phone to prevent interruptions and run to the kitchen to tell Sylvia they would have a meditation exercise, which both her and her mother were already familiar with, and they couldn’t be interrupted. She raced back and they splashed Michael until he woke up. Then they formed their own circle connection with Isabel’s hand on Michael, over Maria’s brands, using this time the ones over her brand, and her other in Serena’s. Michael connected with Serena’s free hand and Maria was immediately merged with Isabel, summoning Vilandra to give them her memories.
As Vilandra was making up her mind which one to give them first, she started giggling at the one that came into her head. She showed them how she taught Michael to kiss her, making him purse his lips imitating her, and how he giggled when their lips touched. She showed them his first steps, how she coaxed him to get up and come to her spread arms. He would take a step and fall back on his butt, then stubbornly try again to fall back down. But he was so determined to please her that he kept doing it until he managed to take a few steps before falling back. She rushed to him and covered him in kisses, then she took his hands and walked him to have his nap. He did fine while he clung to her hands but when she let go his balance played him tricks. His insistence paid off, and three days later, he was walking on his own just falling a few times a day. Vilandra would hug him tight and kiss him, and that was the best reward he could get. She showed them the first time Ramthis put Michael on the gentle mare he had chosen for him to ride on his own. The mare was still young enough to be playful, and when Ramthis started walking his horse alongside the mare, she started bucking around and Michael was taken by surprise and ended landing on his butt to bounce over on his tummy. He pushed up, more angry than hurt, and had to join his father and Geehan, who started laughing their heads off once they saw the boy getting up, and confirming he was alright. Geehan gave the little boy a leg up and soon he was prancing along with the mare, who was just happy to be ridden, according to what his father said. His training in riding had come before he could even walk, as his father held him in front of him as he rode through the citadel in the afternoons. The movement of a horse under him was as natural as breathing. He was as natural as they came, no doubts about it. She showed them the first time Ramthis lost his patience with his son and spanked him in front of all the family. Vilandra couldn’t go to him cause her mother was holding her hand hard. She saw Rath-Michael shut his eyes tight and wince, then grit his teeth and take it with just a rare grunt of gasp that managed to escape his lips. She showed them how angry she had been the first time she caught Zan pawing him, how Rath-Michael stood up to Zan and Larek, when the older boy came visiting and ended playing with Zan, using Rath-Michael as their victim. Then the connection was rudely broken when Michael’s nosy neighbour, Mrs. Curry, knocked loudly on the door wondering if someone had broken into the apartment. She calmed down and left after she recognized Maria when she came to the door, but the connection had been broken and Maria called Isabel to tell her what had happened. They both decided they had had enough, as they were getting a headache from the concentration it had taken them to get where they wanted, so they called it quits, satisfied with what they had seen.
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Chapter 227
Laurie arrived soon after, and she and Michael went riding as Serena and Isabel watched. Then, Laurie did her schoolwork with Michael and Isabel, and Stuart arrived from the hospital. Uncle Derek joined them for supper as he wanted to enjoy Michael all he could before he left. As the guys watched some sports, Isabel called Stuart over to them, and she and Serena briefed him and Laurie. Isabel had decided to dedicate herself to Stuart this last night before the gang arrived, and after the Lavoisses left, they called it a night. Laurie clung to Michael, and he knew she was reacting to seeing him as a baby, having affected all of them, him included. Then Isabel had a phone call from Roswell.
Maria and Liz went to the Crashdown where they were due for work. Max and Kyle stayed at Michael’s watching some games, as the girls were doing two shifts to make up for their weekend fun. They arrived at 7:00pm to take over Michael’s shift in the kitchen. Flipping burgers and sweating it out, Max noticed Kyle kept giving him these quick looks as if he wanted to tell him something but didn’t know how to do it.
- Ok, what is it with you? - Max was getting exasperated.
- Nothing, nothing…well, it’s just that…can I ask you something? - Kyle sounded insecure.
- Can I stop you? - He questioned back with sarcasm.
- Well, no…- Kyle gave a silly giggle and continued, leaning towards Max’s ear and whispering. - Don’t you miss Michael? -
- Of course I miss him, what do you think? I feel safer when he’s near, specially at school, and…well…you know? - He whispered back, sounding as secretive as Kyle had.
- Sex, right? - Kyle arched his eyebrows in emphasis.
- Yeah…sure…that too...a lot, lately…- Max sighed his confession.
- How’s it going with Liz? - Kyle inquired.
- Oh, fine, but it’s different. - Max nodded, he almost added : “you know?” at the end and preferred not to, because Kyle wouldn’t know, since he hadn’t been with a girl yet.
- Why don’t you ask Isabel to dreamwalk you to him, like she did Maria? - Kyle suggested.
- Cause Liz would know, and are doing this bonding thing, that’s going pretty well, so I don’t want her to…think she’s not enough…make her feel bad about it…- Max sounded doubtful, having been thinking about it for as long as Michael had been in Tucson.
- But Liz knows about you two and is ok with it, right? - Kyle insisted.
- Sure, I know, but still, well, since that stupid thing that happened with the liquor issue, she’s kind of wary when I go to him, she knows I won’t hurt him, but she’s still kind of creeped out by it…anyway we’ll be there tomorrow, so what’s the use? - Max shrugged.
- Yeah, sure…- Kyle was definitely disappointed.
- Hey, there’s more, right? - Max pursued it.
- Shit man! You can go and have him anytime you want, Liz or no Liz, and you know it, but I have to be real lucky to get him. - He scoffed.
- If it’s about you, go ask Isabel, give her a ring. - Max was sensible as usual, even though he knew Kyle drooled after Isabel too, and was a little scared of her.
- Do you think she’d do that for me? - Kyle was hoping she would.
- Well, give it a try! Go on, take a break and call her, I can manage on my own here for as long as it takes. - Max waved him away.
- So you’re ok with it? …- He waited until Max nodded to continue, grimacing. - He won’t go and bleed to death on me? -
- He can’t bleed if it’s a dream and not the real thing, even if I disapproved, which I don’t, and that applies to Isabel too. Now go, shoo! - Max grinned, handing him over his cell phone and watching Kyle scuttle to the bathroom for privacy.
Isabel answered her cell phone wandering why Max was calling her, and was even more surprised when it turned out to be Kyle. He greeted her too enthusiastically and then became vague as he was obviously beating around the bush.
- Ok Kyle, get to the point, what do you want? - Isabel wasn’t fooled and she knew Kyle wanted something only she could do for him.
- I have a question…- Kyle ran his hand through his hair nervously. - Was it difficult to dreamwalk Michael and Maria together? -
- No, all she had to do was dream of him, big deal, and I dreamwalked her bringing her over to Michael. Then I dreamwalked Michael, who was also dreaming of her and left them together. That was it, I could go away and go on with my life, why? - She wondered what he was up to.
- Could…could you do that for me?...Please? I…I’m missing him very much…I need to…you know…- He hated sounding like a wimp, specially to Isabel.
- Does Maria know? - Isabel asked suspiciously.
- Of course, or I wouldn’t be asking you…- Maria was going to kill him.
- Why hasn’t she called me about it? - Still suspicious.
- Cause she’s real busy, and she said I should be the one to call you during my break, cause this would be between Michael and me. - He couldn’t believe how confident he sounded, he had even convinced himself.
- Ok, but at what time it would be? - Isabel totally fell for it, just wanting to be with Stuart.
- I finish here at 10:30pm, Mr. Parker is at the late show with the Mrs. so Max will do a quick alien clean up, he’ll drive me to Michael’s, where I will stay overnight, so it should be 11:00pm tops. - It made perfect sense.
- Give me a ring the second you are ready, oh, Kyle, you must make sure you concentrate of being here in Houston with him, cause if you dream you’re somewhere else, I won’t take the trouble, ok? And Michael must do the same. - She hanged up and decided to have a go at Stuart right away, as planned, so he would be snoring it out before 11:00pm, as usual, to be up early and rested.
Kyle rushed out of the bathroom to Maria in case Isabel decided to check it out with her. He grabbed her by the arm and took her load of dirty dishes.
- I need to talk to you, right now, so you’re taking a break, ok? -
- You ok? - Maria narrowed her eyes, staring at him.
- I just spoke to Isabel…- Before he could go on, Maria had grabbed his shirt with both hands.
- Oh my god! Is Michael alright? - She somehow didn’t scream.
- He’s fine Maria, it’s just that he…and I…we want your permission…- Kyle was finding it hard to go on, as Maria’s once again narrowed eyes were drilling into his, - We want to be together, but just in our dreams! Isabel says she will do it only if you allow it. PLEEEASE! -
Maria covered his ears to keep out his unnerving whine as Kyle dropped to his knees and clutched at the hem of her uniform, begging her with this desperate look in his eyes. Maria shook her head in disbelief and Kyle took it as a denial. -
- Maria, please, don’t say no! I’ve never been with anyone else! I don’t have anyone else like you all do! It’s not fair! PLEEEASE! - He whined again.
- Dammit Kyle! Shut up! Ok…just don’t whine! But only if Michael’s ok with it. Now, is he? - Maria was having no nonsense.
- Of course he is. - He made himself sound offended.
- Why hasn’t he called me about it? - She sounded just like Isabel.
- He told me to ask you first. He’ll only do it if it’s ok with you…- He got ready for another whine, but Maria saw it coming and stopped him.
- Ok, ok, I’ll call him…- She whipped up her cell phone but Kyle grabbed it away from her. - Hey! -
- He asked me to call him back…- Kyle dialed and disappeared again into the bathroom.
- Maria, hey love…- Michael checked the caller id on the phone in his room.
- It’s Kyle, love…- He teased.
- Hey man, where’s Maria? - He asked a little worried as he knew how much Kyle hated cell phones.
- Busing like crazy! I’m on my break while Max flips like crazy too. I’m missing you man, you know? - How did you ask Michael that you wanted to fuck him again?
- What are you up to, Kyle? - Michael was already guessing what Kyle wanted, he had to be desperate to call him on Maria’s cell phone.
- Well, I was talking to Isabel, you know? And she was telling me how she had managed to get you and Maria together, with her dreamwalking thing, and…- He giggled. - I thought maybe it would be fun…If you also think it’s cool, of course…to ask her if she could…you know?...Give it a try with me and…weeell…how can I put it?...- God! He was fucking it up!
- Shouldn’t you ask when can you put it? - Michael chuckled.
- Huh? What do you mean? - Kyle started sweating.
- What do I mean? Or rather what do you mean? I think you want to put it up my ass, tonight, so I’m just making sure I’m not getting it wrong, am I? -
Michael could hear Kyle almost choking through the phone.
- You’re…ok with it? - Kyle asked in a small voice, tentatively.
- What do you think? - Michael could tease just as Maria.
- Michael please…I’m just…-
- About to come in your pants? Don’t you dare! I want it all inside me, dude. It feels like the real thing, you know? - Michael gave Kyle a sexy moan.
- You mean it’s…I can…- Kyle was out of breath.
- I want to feel you shove your huge human probe up my ass, hard…no mercy! - Michael growled, knowing he probably had Kyle ready to jack off in the Crashdown’s employee’s bathroom. - You haven’t given me the time. -
- Eleven o’clock as soon as I get to your apartment! You have to concentrate on me there with you in Houston! - Kyle sounded on the verge of convulsions.
- I know the drill, man, do your homework! I’ll be naked on all fours, waiting for you to fill me up! - Michael gave him a phone sex sigh and heard Kyle go : “Shit!” before he hanged up.
He just hoped he had survived the experience, which he presumed had been either a fit of some kind, or he had lost it all over the bathroom. He stretched luxuriously in the huge bed, all spread eagled, sprawled out with his face pushed into the plush pillow and braced himself for one hell of a “Kyle” session.
Kyle was amazed about how good he had become at lying when it depended on his getting to Michael’s ass. He called his dad and told him tonight was his turn sleeping over at Michael’s, to make sure it looked lived in. Jim had no problems since he was having Amy over for supper, and was hoping to convince Kyle to lock himself up in his bedroom watching sports, which he would gladly do, without much effort on his father’s side, if he had to be home with them there. He gave Maria her phone back and kissed her soundly on the forehead.
Maria called Michael and giggled at the way he answered.
- Hey man, what now? You changed your mind and want it right away? -
- Love to, baby, when I become a man. - Maria whispered sexily.
- Maria! Sorry, thought you were Kyle again…Can’t wait to see you in…too many hours. - He groaned.
- I’m hoping you’ll keep your promise! That is if you’re still able after Kyle is done with you. - Maria didn’t sound pissed but didn’t sound amused either.
- Hey, baby, if you don’t want me to I’ll call it off right away! - Michael said.
- No, I already agreed and I can’t do that to Kyle, cause we’d probably lose him. You see, my mom and his dad are having dinner at the Valenti’s. No wonder Kyle wants out of there tonight. - Maria’s frown was obvious even over the phone.
- What about you? You’ll be all alone? Fuck Kyle! - Michael exclaimed.
- No Michael, Kyle will fuck you. I’m staying here with Liz, we have lots of videos and ice cream. Max has something with his parents, so we’re having a girl’s night. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Get ready for tomorrow, though. I just hope Kyle doesn’t spoil you for me, though it’s just a dream, right? - Maria knew how real they were…and how worked up Kyle was.
Michael was really going to get it! Maria sighed and chuckled, wishing she was there too.
- I’ll be fine, nothing could keep me away from you, you know it! - Michael whispered.
- Bye, Spaceboy, I love you. - She sent him a kiss and got one back.
- Love you, babe. - Michael checked the clock on the nightstand and it was 9:25pm.
He turned on the TV and got a hockey game. Cool, live, not an old one. Anyway, if he passed out, he could always feel Isabel start dreamwalking him, and it would give him enough time to concentrate on Kyle and get him over to him.
Isabel was trying to get to Maria, to confirm the whole deal, while Stuart was in the bathroom, but the phone was busy. It was Maria who called her a few minutes later, and Isabel assumed she had been trying to call her too. Maria said she had talked to Kyle and to Michael and they were both ok with it.
- Are you ok with it too, you sure? - Isabel asked.
- Yeah, I’m fine, as long as Michael doesn’t turn into the Roswell whore, and he sticks with us, no problem. How’s everyone there? - She asked.
- Fine, Serena either comes here or we go over every day, and Laurie takes Michael riding when she arrives from school. Stuart works from 7:00am to 7:00pm except one extra night shift replacing a colleague in a family emergency. I’m going to bed right now. - Isabel informed.
- Alone? - Maria asked the naughty question.
- No…- Stuart was sitting beside her, tugging playfully at her hair.
- Lucky you! Have fun! - Maria returned to Liz before she totally freaked out.
Max and Kyle were having fun in the kitchen, involved in some kind of spatula fencing, and Maria laughed and got her order.
Michael had had the precaution to activate the “sleep” mode on the TV for 90 minutes, and when he felt Isabel gently probing his mind, he focused on Kyle. Before he knew it, there he was, giving Isabel a sounding kiss on the forehead like he had done to Maria, and waited for her to kiss Michael’s cheek before she left them alone. Kyle just stood there watching Michael, until he turned to look at him over his shoulder, and smirked, wondering what he was waiting for. Kyle smiled at him and moved towards him. Michael started pushing up to his hands and knees like he had told him he would but Kyle spanked him hard and stopped him as his upper body started rising from the bed.
“Owww! It hurts just the same, you know?” Michael grinned.
“Wait, just stay there, that’s great, keep your chest on the bed.”
Kyle pushed the pillows under Michael’s belly to keep his hips raised just enough. He knelt between his thighs and wrapping his arms around them, pulled them further apart. Then he sat back on his heels and leant forwards, grabbing Michael’s butt. He slowly massaged him with both hands, making him sigh and moan, pushing back against them, and then he spread him and started eating him out. He took his time, his tongue making Michael gasp and hiss. Kyle could feel the brands under his hands, Max and Isabel’s round ones and Maria’s all around them.
“Mmm…Kyle…yeahhh…” Michael whispered, as Kyle’s tongue went crazy inside him.
Kyle changed to spread him one handed and used his other hand to push it under him and cup his balls, squeezing them gently as he drove him wild with his tongue. Then he pulled out and squatted, using his knees to keep Michael’s ass exposed and both hands free. He moved his hand from his balls to his cock, sliding from the base upwards, as the index and middle finger of his other hand pushed together into him.
“Unghhh!” Michael grunted, feeling fucked fore and aft, as Kyle jerked and pumped into him in the slowest motion possible.
“Shit Kyle! Yesss!” Moaned Michael, moving along with him at his lazy pace, enjoying every fraction of a second.
Kyle started screwing his fingers in and out, and Michael purred and writhed with indescribable pleasure. But he wanted his cock inside him.
“Kyle, give me the real thing, c’mon, I want you…” Michael begged.
“I’m getting you ready cause I’m huge tonight! Can you take me now?”
“Hey! Just bring it on!” Michael growled.
Kyle gently pulled his fingers out and kneeling back behind him, he pressed the head of his cock against Michael. His precum slicked him up and he started sliding it in. Michael discovered Kyle was as big as he had warned. He forced himself to relax because there was no other way it would go in. He felt its progress inside him as each thick inch was forced up. When their bodied finally met, Michael felt so full that not even an extra milimetre would have fit into him. Michael’s face was sideways on the bed, and Kyle watched his eye shut tight as he lay wincing. He started rotating his body, grinding without pulling out, then rocking sideways, enjoying the whimpers and sobs he was getting out of Michael. He pulled out an inch and Michael clenched so Kyle had to thrust hard to force it back in.
“Man, you’re so tight!” Kyle whispered.
He pulled out almost halfway and shoved back in hard. Michael grunted and lay there shuddering and breathing in gasps.
“Kyle…please…” Michael just had to ask and Kyle complied.
He pulled it almost out and thrust it all back in with all his weight behind it. Michael went “Ahhhhh” and his hands clutched the blanket. Still, he had bucked and received all of Kyle into him. Kyle did it again, and this time it went in just a little easier as Michael’s insides were stretching to try to accommodate him. The next one was easier still and then it was sliding smoothly in and out. All the time, Kyle’s hand had been gripping Michael’s cock just as his ass was gripping his, giving him the double fuck feeling. Kyle set the lazy pace he had been doing with his fingers and the words of an old song Maria always sang in the shower, came to his mind, cause Kyle was definitely “killing him softly” but with his cock. Michael was receiving these amazing vibes from Kyle, he had never imagined the guy could feel that kind of love for him, and he gave it back to him in the form of pleasure, squeezing hard as he entered him, regardless of the pain, wanting to give him the best fuck ever. Kyle understood what Michael was doing, and loved him for suffering for him.
“No, Michael, please, I don’t want to hurt you…” Kyle whispered.
“Kyle, I like it like that, and you like it too…” Michael whispered back.
“Michael, it’s hurting you, it’s not right…” Kyle insisted.
“Yeah, it hurts damn good…don’t stop, please…” Michael begged.
But neither of them was stopping. It was just too good. Michael came, and Kyle came right after him, rolling them on their sides as he finished. It had to be a dream, cause Kyle got hard again, soon after, still inside. Michael loved to feel it bloating inside him, making him harden too. This time they did it on their sides, and when Kyle eventually slid out of him, Michael rolled around to face him. He pushed Kyle on his back to lie over him, in his arms, and fell asleep. Kyle hugged him tight against him, treasuring the moments, not knowing when they would be together again, hoping next time would be in person, to do it exactly like they had done it just then. Kyle couldn’t sleep, he wanted to feel Michael in his arms for as long as he could, propping his head up on his bent arm to watch the slumbering boy in his embrace. “God, Michael!” thought Kyle, “those legs, that ass! Fuck abs and biceps! What good were they when it came to sex!” The way Michael’s long strong thighs entwined with his shorter ones holding him close against him, was so erotic, and to dig his fingers into his firm butt, feeling his hard muscles under his hands as his cock was deep inside his tight ass, man, nothing could compare to that! It was just awesome! Right now, he couldn’t envy anyone in the world. He had an invincible alien young warrior in his arms, he had just fucked the daylights out of him twice, he was the sexiest thing ever. Yes! He felt powerful, and nothing else mattered. Michael was his, right now. No one could take that away from him.
Laurie arrived soon after, and she and Michael went riding as Serena and Isabel watched. Then, Laurie did her schoolwork with Michael and Isabel, and Stuart arrived from the hospital. Uncle Derek joined them for supper as he wanted to enjoy Michael all he could before he left. As the guys watched some sports, Isabel called Stuart over to them, and she and Serena briefed him and Laurie. Isabel had decided to dedicate herself to Stuart this last night before the gang arrived, and after the Lavoisses left, they called it a night. Laurie clung to Michael, and he knew she was reacting to seeing him as a baby, having affected all of them, him included. Then Isabel had a phone call from Roswell.
Maria and Liz went to the Crashdown where they were due for work. Max and Kyle stayed at Michael’s watching some games, as the girls were doing two shifts to make up for their weekend fun. They arrived at 7:00pm to take over Michael’s shift in the kitchen. Flipping burgers and sweating it out, Max noticed Kyle kept giving him these quick looks as if he wanted to tell him something but didn’t know how to do it.
- Ok, what is it with you? - Max was getting exasperated.
- Nothing, nothing…well, it’s just that…can I ask you something? - Kyle sounded insecure.
- Can I stop you? - He questioned back with sarcasm.
- Well, no…- Kyle gave a silly giggle and continued, leaning towards Max’s ear and whispering. - Don’t you miss Michael? -
- Of course I miss him, what do you think? I feel safer when he’s near, specially at school, and…well…you know? - He whispered back, sounding as secretive as Kyle had.
- Sex, right? - Kyle arched his eyebrows in emphasis.
- Yeah…sure…that too...a lot, lately…- Max sighed his confession.
- How’s it going with Liz? - Kyle inquired.
- Oh, fine, but it’s different. - Max nodded, he almost added : “you know?” at the end and preferred not to, because Kyle wouldn’t know, since he hadn’t been with a girl yet.
- Why don’t you ask Isabel to dreamwalk you to him, like she did Maria? - Kyle suggested.
- Cause Liz would know, and are doing this bonding thing, that’s going pretty well, so I don’t want her to…think she’s not enough…make her feel bad about it…- Max sounded doubtful, having been thinking about it for as long as Michael had been in Tucson.
- But Liz knows about you two and is ok with it, right? - Kyle insisted.
- Sure, I know, but still, well, since that stupid thing that happened with the liquor issue, she’s kind of wary when I go to him, she knows I won’t hurt him, but she’s still kind of creeped out by it…anyway we’ll be there tomorrow, so what’s the use? - Max shrugged.
- Yeah, sure…- Kyle was definitely disappointed.
- Hey, there’s more, right? - Max pursued it.
- Shit man! You can go and have him anytime you want, Liz or no Liz, and you know it, but I have to be real lucky to get him. - He scoffed.
- If it’s about you, go ask Isabel, give her a ring. - Max was sensible as usual, even though he knew Kyle drooled after Isabel too, and was a little scared of her.
- Do you think she’d do that for me? - Kyle was hoping she would.
- Well, give it a try! Go on, take a break and call her, I can manage on my own here for as long as it takes. - Max waved him away.
- So you’re ok with it? …- He waited until Max nodded to continue, grimacing. - He won’t go and bleed to death on me? -
- He can’t bleed if it’s a dream and not the real thing, even if I disapproved, which I don’t, and that applies to Isabel too. Now go, shoo! - Max grinned, handing him over his cell phone and watching Kyle scuttle to the bathroom for privacy.
Isabel answered her cell phone wandering why Max was calling her, and was even more surprised when it turned out to be Kyle. He greeted her too enthusiastically and then became vague as he was obviously beating around the bush.
- Ok Kyle, get to the point, what do you want? - Isabel wasn’t fooled and she knew Kyle wanted something only she could do for him.
- I have a question…- Kyle ran his hand through his hair nervously. - Was it difficult to dreamwalk Michael and Maria together? -
- No, all she had to do was dream of him, big deal, and I dreamwalked her bringing her over to Michael. Then I dreamwalked Michael, who was also dreaming of her and left them together. That was it, I could go away and go on with my life, why? - She wondered what he was up to.
- Could…could you do that for me?...Please? I…I’m missing him very much…I need to…you know…- He hated sounding like a wimp, specially to Isabel.
- Does Maria know? - Isabel asked suspiciously.
- Of course, or I wouldn’t be asking you…- Maria was going to kill him.
- Why hasn’t she called me about it? - Still suspicious.
- Cause she’s real busy, and she said I should be the one to call you during my break, cause this would be between Michael and me. - He couldn’t believe how confident he sounded, he had even convinced himself.
- Ok, but at what time it would be? - Isabel totally fell for it, just wanting to be with Stuart.
- I finish here at 10:30pm, Mr. Parker is at the late show with the Mrs. so Max will do a quick alien clean up, he’ll drive me to Michael’s, where I will stay overnight, so it should be 11:00pm tops. - It made perfect sense.
- Give me a ring the second you are ready, oh, Kyle, you must make sure you concentrate of being here in Houston with him, cause if you dream you’re somewhere else, I won’t take the trouble, ok? And Michael must do the same. - She hanged up and decided to have a go at Stuart right away, as planned, so he would be snoring it out before 11:00pm, as usual, to be up early and rested.
Kyle rushed out of the bathroom to Maria in case Isabel decided to check it out with her. He grabbed her by the arm and took her load of dirty dishes.
- I need to talk to you, right now, so you’re taking a break, ok? -
- You ok? - Maria narrowed her eyes, staring at him.
- I just spoke to Isabel…- Before he could go on, Maria had grabbed his shirt with both hands.
- Oh my god! Is Michael alright? - She somehow didn’t scream.
- He’s fine Maria, it’s just that he…and I…we want your permission…- Kyle was finding it hard to go on, as Maria’s once again narrowed eyes were drilling into his, - We want to be together, but just in our dreams! Isabel says she will do it only if you allow it. PLEEEASE! -
Maria covered his ears to keep out his unnerving whine as Kyle dropped to his knees and clutched at the hem of her uniform, begging her with this desperate look in his eyes. Maria shook her head in disbelief and Kyle took it as a denial. -
- Maria, please, don’t say no! I’ve never been with anyone else! I don’t have anyone else like you all do! It’s not fair! PLEEEASE! - He whined again.
- Dammit Kyle! Shut up! Ok…just don’t whine! But only if Michael’s ok with it. Now, is he? - Maria was having no nonsense.
- Of course he is. - He made himself sound offended.
- Why hasn’t he called me about it? - She sounded just like Isabel.
- He told me to ask you first. He’ll only do it if it’s ok with you…- He got ready for another whine, but Maria saw it coming and stopped him.
- Ok, ok, I’ll call him…- She whipped up her cell phone but Kyle grabbed it away from her. - Hey! -
- He asked me to call him back…- Kyle dialed and disappeared again into the bathroom.
- Maria, hey love…- Michael checked the caller id on the phone in his room.
- It’s Kyle, love…- He teased.
- Hey man, where’s Maria? - He asked a little worried as he knew how much Kyle hated cell phones.
- Busing like crazy! I’m on my break while Max flips like crazy too. I’m missing you man, you know? - How did you ask Michael that you wanted to fuck him again?
- What are you up to, Kyle? - Michael was already guessing what Kyle wanted, he had to be desperate to call him on Maria’s cell phone.
- Well, I was talking to Isabel, you know? And she was telling me how she had managed to get you and Maria together, with her dreamwalking thing, and…- He giggled. - I thought maybe it would be fun…If you also think it’s cool, of course…to ask her if she could…you know?...Give it a try with me and…weeell…how can I put it?...- God! He was fucking it up!
- Shouldn’t you ask when can you put it? - Michael chuckled.
- Huh? What do you mean? - Kyle started sweating.
- What do I mean? Or rather what do you mean? I think you want to put it up my ass, tonight, so I’m just making sure I’m not getting it wrong, am I? -
Michael could hear Kyle almost choking through the phone.
- You’re…ok with it? - Kyle asked in a small voice, tentatively.
- What do you think? - Michael could tease just as Maria.
- Michael please…I’m just…-
- About to come in your pants? Don’t you dare! I want it all inside me, dude. It feels like the real thing, you know? - Michael gave Kyle a sexy moan.
- You mean it’s…I can…- Kyle was out of breath.
- I want to feel you shove your huge human probe up my ass, hard…no mercy! - Michael growled, knowing he probably had Kyle ready to jack off in the Crashdown’s employee’s bathroom. - You haven’t given me the time. -
- Eleven o’clock as soon as I get to your apartment! You have to concentrate on me there with you in Houston! - Kyle sounded on the verge of convulsions.
- I know the drill, man, do your homework! I’ll be naked on all fours, waiting for you to fill me up! - Michael gave him a phone sex sigh and heard Kyle go : “Shit!” before he hanged up.
He just hoped he had survived the experience, which he presumed had been either a fit of some kind, or he had lost it all over the bathroom. He stretched luxuriously in the huge bed, all spread eagled, sprawled out with his face pushed into the plush pillow and braced himself for one hell of a “Kyle” session.
Kyle was amazed about how good he had become at lying when it depended on his getting to Michael’s ass. He called his dad and told him tonight was his turn sleeping over at Michael’s, to make sure it looked lived in. Jim had no problems since he was having Amy over for supper, and was hoping to convince Kyle to lock himself up in his bedroom watching sports, which he would gladly do, without much effort on his father’s side, if he had to be home with them there. He gave Maria her phone back and kissed her soundly on the forehead.
Maria called Michael and giggled at the way he answered.
- Hey man, what now? You changed your mind and want it right away? -
- Love to, baby, when I become a man. - Maria whispered sexily.
- Maria! Sorry, thought you were Kyle again…Can’t wait to see you in…too many hours. - He groaned.
- I’m hoping you’ll keep your promise! That is if you’re still able after Kyle is done with you. - Maria didn’t sound pissed but didn’t sound amused either.
- Hey, baby, if you don’t want me to I’ll call it off right away! - Michael said.
- No, I already agreed and I can’t do that to Kyle, cause we’d probably lose him. You see, my mom and his dad are having dinner at the Valenti’s. No wonder Kyle wants out of there tonight. - Maria’s frown was obvious even over the phone.
- What about you? You’ll be all alone? Fuck Kyle! - Michael exclaimed.
- No Michael, Kyle will fuck you. I’m staying here with Liz, we have lots of videos and ice cream. Max has something with his parents, so we’re having a girl’s night. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Get ready for tomorrow, though. I just hope Kyle doesn’t spoil you for me, though it’s just a dream, right? - Maria knew how real they were…and how worked up Kyle was.
Michael was really going to get it! Maria sighed and chuckled, wishing she was there too.
- I’ll be fine, nothing could keep me away from you, you know it! - Michael whispered.
- Bye, Spaceboy, I love you. - She sent him a kiss and got one back.
- Love you, babe. - Michael checked the clock on the nightstand and it was 9:25pm.
He turned on the TV and got a hockey game. Cool, live, not an old one. Anyway, if he passed out, he could always feel Isabel start dreamwalking him, and it would give him enough time to concentrate on Kyle and get him over to him.
Isabel was trying to get to Maria, to confirm the whole deal, while Stuart was in the bathroom, but the phone was busy. It was Maria who called her a few minutes later, and Isabel assumed she had been trying to call her too. Maria said she had talked to Kyle and to Michael and they were both ok with it.
- Are you ok with it too, you sure? - Isabel asked.
- Yeah, I’m fine, as long as Michael doesn’t turn into the Roswell whore, and he sticks with us, no problem. How’s everyone there? - She asked.
- Fine, Serena either comes here or we go over every day, and Laurie takes Michael riding when she arrives from school. Stuart works from 7:00am to 7:00pm except one extra night shift replacing a colleague in a family emergency. I’m going to bed right now. - Isabel informed.
- Alone? - Maria asked the naughty question.
- No…- Stuart was sitting beside her, tugging playfully at her hair.
- Lucky you! Have fun! - Maria returned to Liz before she totally freaked out.
Max and Kyle were having fun in the kitchen, involved in some kind of spatula fencing, and Maria laughed and got her order.
Michael had had the precaution to activate the “sleep” mode on the TV for 90 minutes, and when he felt Isabel gently probing his mind, he focused on Kyle. Before he knew it, there he was, giving Isabel a sounding kiss on the forehead like he had done to Maria, and waited for her to kiss Michael’s cheek before she left them alone. Kyle just stood there watching Michael, until he turned to look at him over his shoulder, and smirked, wondering what he was waiting for. Kyle smiled at him and moved towards him. Michael started pushing up to his hands and knees like he had told him he would but Kyle spanked him hard and stopped him as his upper body started rising from the bed.
“Owww! It hurts just the same, you know?” Michael grinned.
“Wait, just stay there, that’s great, keep your chest on the bed.”
Kyle pushed the pillows under Michael’s belly to keep his hips raised just enough. He knelt between his thighs and wrapping his arms around them, pulled them further apart. Then he sat back on his heels and leant forwards, grabbing Michael’s butt. He slowly massaged him with both hands, making him sigh and moan, pushing back against them, and then he spread him and started eating him out. He took his time, his tongue making Michael gasp and hiss. Kyle could feel the brands under his hands, Max and Isabel’s round ones and Maria’s all around them.
“Mmm…Kyle…yeahhh…” Michael whispered, as Kyle’s tongue went crazy inside him.
Kyle changed to spread him one handed and used his other hand to push it under him and cup his balls, squeezing them gently as he drove him wild with his tongue. Then he pulled out and squatted, using his knees to keep Michael’s ass exposed and both hands free. He moved his hand from his balls to his cock, sliding from the base upwards, as the index and middle finger of his other hand pushed together into him.
“Unghhh!” Michael grunted, feeling fucked fore and aft, as Kyle jerked and pumped into him in the slowest motion possible.
“Shit Kyle! Yesss!” Moaned Michael, moving along with him at his lazy pace, enjoying every fraction of a second.
Kyle started screwing his fingers in and out, and Michael purred and writhed with indescribable pleasure. But he wanted his cock inside him.
“Kyle, give me the real thing, c’mon, I want you…” Michael begged.
“I’m getting you ready cause I’m huge tonight! Can you take me now?”
“Hey! Just bring it on!” Michael growled.
Kyle gently pulled his fingers out and kneeling back behind him, he pressed the head of his cock against Michael. His precum slicked him up and he started sliding it in. Michael discovered Kyle was as big as he had warned. He forced himself to relax because there was no other way it would go in. He felt its progress inside him as each thick inch was forced up. When their bodied finally met, Michael felt so full that not even an extra milimetre would have fit into him. Michael’s face was sideways on the bed, and Kyle watched his eye shut tight as he lay wincing. He started rotating his body, grinding without pulling out, then rocking sideways, enjoying the whimpers and sobs he was getting out of Michael. He pulled out an inch and Michael clenched so Kyle had to thrust hard to force it back in.
“Man, you’re so tight!” Kyle whispered.
He pulled out almost halfway and shoved back in hard. Michael grunted and lay there shuddering and breathing in gasps.
“Kyle…please…” Michael just had to ask and Kyle complied.
He pulled it almost out and thrust it all back in with all his weight behind it. Michael went “Ahhhhh” and his hands clutched the blanket. Still, he had bucked and received all of Kyle into him. Kyle did it again, and this time it went in just a little easier as Michael’s insides were stretching to try to accommodate him. The next one was easier still and then it was sliding smoothly in and out. All the time, Kyle’s hand had been gripping Michael’s cock just as his ass was gripping his, giving him the double fuck feeling. Kyle set the lazy pace he had been doing with his fingers and the words of an old song Maria always sang in the shower, came to his mind, cause Kyle was definitely “killing him softly” but with his cock. Michael was receiving these amazing vibes from Kyle, he had never imagined the guy could feel that kind of love for him, and he gave it back to him in the form of pleasure, squeezing hard as he entered him, regardless of the pain, wanting to give him the best fuck ever. Kyle understood what Michael was doing, and loved him for suffering for him.
“No, Michael, please, I don’t want to hurt you…” Kyle whispered.
“Kyle, I like it like that, and you like it too…” Michael whispered back.
“Michael, it’s hurting you, it’s not right…” Kyle insisted.
“Yeah, it hurts damn good…don’t stop, please…” Michael begged.
But neither of them was stopping. It was just too good. Michael came, and Kyle came right after him, rolling them on their sides as he finished. It had to be a dream, cause Kyle got hard again, soon after, still inside. Michael loved to feel it bloating inside him, making him harden too. This time they did it on their sides, and when Kyle eventually slid out of him, Michael rolled around to face him. He pushed Kyle on his back to lie over him, in his arms, and fell asleep. Kyle hugged him tight against him, treasuring the moments, not knowing when they would be together again, hoping next time would be in person, to do it exactly like they had done it just then. Kyle couldn’t sleep, he wanted to feel Michael in his arms for as long as he could, propping his head up on his bent arm to watch the slumbering boy in his embrace. “God, Michael!” thought Kyle, “those legs, that ass! Fuck abs and biceps! What good were they when it came to sex!” The way Michael’s long strong thighs entwined with his shorter ones holding him close against him, was so erotic, and to dig his fingers into his firm butt, feeling his hard muscles under his hands as his cock was deep inside his tight ass, man, nothing could compare to that! It was just awesome! Right now, he couldn’t envy anyone in the world. He had an invincible alien young warrior in his arms, he had just fucked the daylights out of him twice, he was the sexiest thing ever. Yes! He felt powerful, and nothing else mattered. Michael was his, right now. No one could take that away from him.
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Chapter 228
Kyle’s POV
Man, I never thought I could think of you like that! But it’s true, you know? Your ass and legs drive me nuts, more than any girl’s. I’m not gay, man, I swear! I love watching the cheerleaders and nudies and all that, but you make me forget them all. If I had a choice to spend the night with anyone I wanted, you bet it would be you. No girl can make me hotter for sex than you do. I just don’t get it, but it is. I can’t explain what I feel about you, how it started. I remember when you arrived at school, just a cute spiky haired kid with that “fuck off” rebel attitude. Me and my bully friends pretended not to be scared of anyone and anything, but we were scared shitless that someone would beat the crap out of us. We were scared of you, cause you were the one who wasn’t scared of anyone or anything. How I envied you when, right away, you were hanging out with Isabel Evans, or was it really the other way round? How I envied that geek brother of hers, because he had you to protect him! I would’ve felt so safe being your friend, but your “white trailer trash” reputation made you off limits. There were many trailer kids in school, but they were scrawny wimps, not worth the trouble. I watched you grow, in those snug shorts, when everyone had the baggies, and you didn’t give a damn, cause nobody would dare tease you. I saw the girls drooling over the way your body looked in your tight clothes. I was drooling too, and I was embarrassed about it, so I teased you when I could get away with it, just to be able to touch you. You had a lot of patience, dude, you could have beaten me to a pulp many times, yet you didn’t. I envied you when you started towering over me, you were always chunky, and you filled up so nice as you grew, you never went through the lanky stage like we all did.
I treasured that time you took the ball away from me, cause you gave me the chance to touch you and I couldn’t stop myself from yanking down your shorts and have your gorgeous naked butt right in front of my eyes leaving me breathless. And when you pressed me against you, chest to chest to cover your jewels, I couldn’t believe you were so cool about it, just asking Max to pull your shorts back up, and just letting me down as soon as you were covered. I was expecting your fist bashing my face in, for ripping your thigh open, but you just ripped my wrist braces off. Then when I heard my friends gloating on what they had done to you, I could’ve murdered them! I should’ve been there! Like the dream I kept having after I found out. You, all tied up in the gym, and telling me to fuck you, just me! It was the wettest dream I’d had so far, of course, it was my secret, you were my secret, how could anyone know how I felt about you? And then I tried to play the rescuer when I saw Isabel going into that trailer. I had no way of knowing you lived there, I thought the Ice Princess was doing some kind of charity on one of the trailer girls from school and was about to get herself in trouble. I was untouchable, cause my dad was the sheriff. If I was her saviour, I might get close to her…and to you. I’ll never forget the shock of seeing you bleeding, and barfing my guts out when I saw where you were bleeding from. I was desperate to know how you were, those days after, but I was afraid to ask. I finally gathered my courage and asked Isabel in school if everything was ok, and was able to breath normally again when she smiled and said yes, it was alright, and thanked me. Still, I was in anguish until you returned to school, and when I “accidentally” crossed paths with you, you graced me with one of your smirks. I cherished it. I knew it was your way to thank me. I tried to act normal, and had a summer thing with Liz, hoping to pursue it when school began, but then Max got in my way. My dislike for him was totally pride, and when I followed her and faced you in that silly motel, I was really angry because you would never hang out with me as you did with them. Honest, man, when you sent me flying, I was so scared of you! Of course, I had to hate you, if I couldn’t have you, during all that time. Max saved me, but dad told me afterwards how you had stood in front of him and faced Pierce’s gun. If you hadn’t risked your life like that, we would have all been dead. Then again you made me spill my guts when we found you with Nicholas, and you had that rod sticking out of you. I thought you were dead, man! Same as that night at the hold-up in Tucson, when I saw you lying there over Stuart, your right side drenched in blood, don’t ask me how I managed not to puke. I guess I knew your life depended on it. And again we found you raped and bleeding by none other than drunk Max, going after Liz’s cherry! Guess that’s why I took it out on him that time, when I sided with Langley. I never expected you to offer your body to get us back on friendly ground. Wow, man, best thing that ever happened to me. It was awesome! It was my first time, you know? It had always been my hand, so far. And to be able to have you, of all people, for my first time! Man, that was the greatest honour I could ever hope for. I’ll never forgive myself for getting high and hurting you with those two football jerks. I thought you would never forgive me, yet you gave yourself to me that time on the horse! Man, that was really something! You were reliving an experience in your home planet, but that time it had been with that black slave you loved, who had one hell of a cock! And you relived it with me! Do you love me as you loved him? Is mine as big as his? Do I fuck you as good as he did? I’ll have to ask you sometime, cause I’m real curious about it. Dude, that weekend with Max was so cool! We had you twice each at the secret pond place, and then you stayed with me overnight and I fucked you three times! I’m sorry we got caught by my dad, I’m glad you made him feel your vibes, cause it made him kind of understand me. Not completely, cause he’s not that way, well, I’m not either, but enough to realize what you can make me feel, and just you. Not any other guy, ever. Thank you for having this dream with me, thank you for letting it happen. And please, let the next time be the real thing again, ok?
Kyle just lay there, his hand lazily gliding up and down Michael’s back, as he reminisced about his relationship with the boy lying asleep over him.
- Anytime you want, Kyle, and thanks for loving me the way you do…- Michael’s deep voice was husky with sleep.
- Shit! - Kyle jerked. - You’re awake, dude? You heard it all? Shit! -
- Were both asleep, man, remember? It’s a dream. I can hear you because you’re in my dream and I’m in yours. - Michael droned in a sleepy voice.
- Then why can’t I hear you? - Kyle wondered.
- Cause I’m not speaking or thinking, I was listening to you. - Michael answered in a husky whisper.
- I want to know what you think of me, it’s fair, huh? - Kyle demanded.
- Ok…- Michael sighed, - I love the way your long, thick, huuuge cock slides into me, rams into me, pounds into my g-spot, shoves deep into me, reams me, and hurts me, and fucks me so hard, that I’m sore for days, I love the way it feels like it’s tearing me in two, how it forces into me, opening me and stretching me, almost ripping me inside. I love the way it fills me, I love it when you shoot into me, when it drips out of me…I also love your fingers and tongue up my ass…-
- You definitely love my cock, but how about me? - Kyle was getting frustrated.
- I’m teasing you, man, I love you, dude, you’re not only a great fuck, you’re a great guy, you’ve been there for me when I’ve needed you, and that means a lot to me. Thanks, and sorry for the times I’ve upset you and got you in trouble. Didn’t mean to, honest. It feels great being here with you. Give me a squeeze…Mmmmm…yeah, like that…love it…- Michael sighed again and relaxed.
- Michael?...Michael? - Kyle knew he had just stopped dreaming and fallen into a deep sleep, absolutely satisfied.
But he was still dreaming with him cause he felt him sleeping in his arms. He leant his head down and kissed his hair as he slid the fingers of one of his hands through the silky strands. His other arm refused to let him go, even for a second, afraid the dream would be over and he would end empty handed, as he knew he was. He hated to think he would eventually wake up alone. Oh, well, they would be with him after school, back in Tucson, so maybe it wasn’t so bad waking up to hurry through the day and finally be with him. He wondered how they would feel, looking at each other, after tonight. All he knew, is that he couldn’t wait to see him.
Michael stirred in his double sleep and snuggled into Kyle, his moan rumbled into Kyle’s chest, making him shiver with the erotic interaction.
He bent his leg in a sideways direction, imprisoned between Michael’s relaxed thighs, and rubbed their velvety insides, causing him to shiver again as his cock, in three pulsing throbs, reached its full massive length. Michael’s cock was hardening too. Kyle dug his fingers into Michael’s butt, spreading him onesided, as his other hand, holding the taller boy around the small of his back, traced his spine. Michael’s position had his back arched, his ass jutted up, and Kyle’s fingers skimmed the ticklish dip over his tailbone, reaching as far down as he could. Michael reacted wiggling his hips, enabling Kyle’s middle finger to press against his opening, finding it moist and slick with his dream juices seeping out of Michael. He felt the involuntary contraction, and massaged in a circle making Michael groan and buck, causing a glob of thick cum to ooze out of him, easing Kyle’s finger as deep in as it would go. When Kyle recovered from the “finger orgasm”, he noticed he had easily grown an extra inch, and no way he was wasting that. He pumped his finger into Michael a few times and pulled out.
Michael growled in protest and writhed, giving Kyle the chance to slide from under him. Michael’s chest met the soft bed and dry humped it in frustration as Kyle watched him and chuckled. His abundant precum was bathing his upright cock almost halfway down. Kyle placed his knee between Michael’s slithering thighs and they automatically opened wide to accommodate him. Kyle made himself at home, sitting back and pushing his bent knees under Michael’s rising hips. He wrapped his arms around the alien boy’s stomach and pulled him over to where he wanted him. Then, spreading him one handed, he used his other hand to force his straining cock down and kiss the waiting opening. Kyle lost all control and rammed it to the hilt in one shove, with all he had. Michael stiffened with pain, as a half gasp half hiss escaped his lips before he pushed his face into the pillow. Kyle was too far gone, he had no time for pity, that would come later, and hope for the best. He pulled it all out, and plunged it all the way back in, Michael’s shudders triggering him into even rougher action, as he pounded into him unstopping and without mercy. Heedless of the suffering he was causing, Kyle suddenly understood what drove Hank into torturing Michael the way he was doing. His cock was gripped in a vice, tearing through the resisting tissue, submitting it to his onslaught, and forcing it open, the traumatized passage throbbed and pulsed along with his bloated budgeon, Kyle had never felt it so big, and in spite of knowing what he was putting Michael through, he simply couldn’t stop. He fucked him hard, in rape mode, until in absolute disbelief,he felt Michael coming. Kyle couldn’t get it through his head how pain could do that to Michael. Masochism was beyond him, but it was giving Michael one hell of an orgasm.
“Yes, yes…Unghhh!...Hurts…Mmm…Yesss!” Michael’s strong contractions amazed Kyle, at the savage orgasm born of pain that the boy under him was experiencing. Michael was shoving back to impale himself deeper than possible, whipping his hips from side to side and wrenching it out of Kyle, who joined him in the thunderstorm Michael had created, as he shot his unending load deep into him. After the last searing drop left him, Kyle experimented with Max’s back tilted position, realizing one of the reasons, apart from the surprising comfort, was how it was calming his still shivering body. And he had a great view of his cock deep inside Michael’s gorgeous ass, whose muscles were rippling, fighting for control, shuddering in the post-orgasm spasms. He watched the object of his darkest desires, squirming in the excruciating torment he enjoyed so much. Kyle was keeping his cock hard by reenacting the ordeal Michael had conjured, not daring to call it sick, because that would mean he was just as sick too, enjoying to hurt him as much as Michael enjoyed to be hurt. Was he a sadist? He hoped so, because that would make him totally compatible with Michael, who just drove him out of his mind.
“Ohhh…Kyle…” Michael sobbed and whimpered.
Kyle’s compassion kicked in and was about to start removing the cause Michael’s suffering, when the said victim bucked hard and Kyle felt something give inside his lover, feeling himself slide in deeper still. Kyle couldn’t believe he had regained what little hardness he had lost and he swore an extra amount of come spurted into Michael with the sudden jolt of his cock. Kyle was brought out of his amazement by Michael’s husky voice mumbling unintelligibly, ending in an “Ahhh…” Kyle looked up to find his face was sideways on the pillow, his lips curved in the sexiest smile Kyle would ever see in a lover. He straightened up, his forward movement sliding it in deeper still and he thought, “Aliens…WOW!” Then realizing he had probably just gained back what he had lost as the tide of his erection should be beginning to ebb. He placed his hands on Michael’s ass, massaging the tight muscles under the silky flawless skin, working his way up to the shoulders, pressing deeper their connection, as Michael ground his butt into his lap.
“Shit! Nothing is enough for him, this kid can get fucked till he…passes out!” Kyle had been about to say “dies” but changed his mind, pushing the dire word as far away as he could, adding with a wicked grin, “I just sooo love it!”
He continued to knead Michael’s sore muscles while he purred like a kitten, and finally, he started relaxing. Kyle felt his cock sliding out as Michael whined in disappointment, and snuggled back into him when Kyle rolled him a little on his side to spoon him from behind. Try as he might, Kyle couldn’t help falling asleep in his dream, with Michael pressed tight against him, fast asleep again. The alarm made him jump and he found himself again on his back, holding thin air to his chest. Inching his hands lower, he touched the gelled remains of his night of passion, and wondered where he stood, when he faced Michael that afternoon.
Kyle’s POV
Man, I never thought I could think of you like that! But it’s true, you know? Your ass and legs drive me nuts, more than any girl’s. I’m not gay, man, I swear! I love watching the cheerleaders and nudies and all that, but you make me forget them all. If I had a choice to spend the night with anyone I wanted, you bet it would be you. No girl can make me hotter for sex than you do. I just don’t get it, but it is. I can’t explain what I feel about you, how it started. I remember when you arrived at school, just a cute spiky haired kid with that “fuck off” rebel attitude. Me and my bully friends pretended not to be scared of anyone and anything, but we were scared shitless that someone would beat the crap out of us. We were scared of you, cause you were the one who wasn’t scared of anyone or anything. How I envied you when, right away, you were hanging out with Isabel Evans, or was it really the other way round? How I envied that geek brother of hers, because he had you to protect him! I would’ve felt so safe being your friend, but your “white trailer trash” reputation made you off limits. There were many trailer kids in school, but they were scrawny wimps, not worth the trouble. I watched you grow, in those snug shorts, when everyone had the baggies, and you didn’t give a damn, cause nobody would dare tease you. I saw the girls drooling over the way your body looked in your tight clothes. I was drooling too, and I was embarrassed about it, so I teased you when I could get away with it, just to be able to touch you. You had a lot of patience, dude, you could have beaten me to a pulp many times, yet you didn’t. I envied you when you started towering over me, you were always chunky, and you filled up so nice as you grew, you never went through the lanky stage like we all did.
I treasured that time you took the ball away from me, cause you gave me the chance to touch you and I couldn’t stop myself from yanking down your shorts and have your gorgeous naked butt right in front of my eyes leaving me breathless. And when you pressed me against you, chest to chest to cover your jewels, I couldn’t believe you were so cool about it, just asking Max to pull your shorts back up, and just letting me down as soon as you were covered. I was expecting your fist bashing my face in, for ripping your thigh open, but you just ripped my wrist braces off. Then when I heard my friends gloating on what they had done to you, I could’ve murdered them! I should’ve been there! Like the dream I kept having after I found out. You, all tied up in the gym, and telling me to fuck you, just me! It was the wettest dream I’d had so far, of course, it was my secret, you were my secret, how could anyone know how I felt about you? And then I tried to play the rescuer when I saw Isabel going into that trailer. I had no way of knowing you lived there, I thought the Ice Princess was doing some kind of charity on one of the trailer girls from school and was about to get herself in trouble. I was untouchable, cause my dad was the sheriff. If I was her saviour, I might get close to her…and to you. I’ll never forget the shock of seeing you bleeding, and barfing my guts out when I saw where you were bleeding from. I was desperate to know how you were, those days after, but I was afraid to ask. I finally gathered my courage and asked Isabel in school if everything was ok, and was able to breath normally again when she smiled and said yes, it was alright, and thanked me. Still, I was in anguish until you returned to school, and when I “accidentally” crossed paths with you, you graced me with one of your smirks. I cherished it. I knew it was your way to thank me. I tried to act normal, and had a summer thing with Liz, hoping to pursue it when school began, but then Max got in my way. My dislike for him was totally pride, and when I followed her and faced you in that silly motel, I was really angry because you would never hang out with me as you did with them. Honest, man, when you sent me flying, I was so scared of you! Of course, I had to hate you, if I couldn’t have you, during all that time. Max saved me, but dad told me afterwards how you had stood in front of him and faced Pierce’s gun. If you hadn’t risked your life like that, we would have all been dead. Then again you made me spill my guts when we found you with Nicholas, and you had that rod sticking out of you. I thought you were dead, man! Same as that night at the hold-up in Tucson, when I saw you lying there over Stuart, your right side drenched in blood, don’t ask me how I managed not to puke. I guess I knew your life depended on it. And again we found you raped and bleeding by none other than drunk Max, going after Liz’s cherry! Guess that’s why I took it out on him that time, when I sided with Langley. I never expected you to offer your body to get us back on friendly ground. Wow, man, best thing that ever happened to me. It was awesome! It was my first time, you know? It had always been my hand, so far. And to be able to have you, of all people, for my first time! Man, that was the greatest honour I could ever hope for. I’ll never forgive myself for getting high and hurting you with those two football jerks. I thought you would never forgive me, yet you gave yourself to me that time on the horse! Man, that was really something! You were reliving an experience in your home planet, but that time it had been with that black slave you loved, who had one hell of a cock! And you relived it with me! Do you love me as you loved him? Is mine as big as his? Do I fuck you as good as he did? I’ll have to ask you sometime, cause I’m real curious about it. Dude, that weekend with Max was so cool! We had you twice each at the secret pond place, and then you stayed with me overnight and I fucked you three times! I’m sorry we got caught by my dad, I’m glad you made him feel your vibes, cause it made him kind of understand me. Not completely, cause he’s not that way, well, I’m not either, but enough to realize what you can make me feel, and just you. Not any other guy, ever. Thank you for having this dream with me, thank you for letting it happen. And please, let the next time be the real thing again, ok?
Kyle just lay there, his hand lazily gliding up and down Michael’s back, as he reminisced about his relationship with the boy lying asleep over him.
- Anytime you want, Kyle, and thanks for loving me the way you do…- Michael’s deep voice was husky with sleep.
- Shit! - Kyle jerked. - You’re awake, dude? You heard it all? Shit! -
- Were both asleep, man, remember? It’s a dream. I can hear you because you’re in my dream and I’m in yours. - Michael droned in a sleepy voice.
- Then why can’t I hear you? - Kyle wondered.
- Cause I’m not speaking or thinking, I was listening to you. - Michael answered in a husky whisper.
- I want to know what you think of me, it’s fair, huh? - Kyle demanded.
- Ok…- Michael sighed, - I love the way your long, thick, huuuge cock slides into me, rams into me, pounds into my g-spot, shoves deep into me, reams me, and hurts me, and fucks me so hard, that I’m sore for days, I love the way it feels like it’s tearing me in two, how it forces into me, opening me and stretching me, almost ripping me inside. I love the way it fills me, I love it when you shoot into me, when it drips out of me…I also love your fingers and tongue up my ass…-
- You definitely love my cock, but how about me? - Kyle was getting frustrated.
- I’m teasing you, man, I love you, dude, you’re not only a great fuck, you’re a great guy, you’ve been there for me when I’ve needed you, and that means a lot to me. Thanks, and sorry for the times I’ve upset you and got you in trouble. Didn’t mean to, honest. It feels great being here with you. Give me a squeeze…Mmmmm…yeah, like that…love it…- Michael sighed again and relaxed.
- Michael?...Michael? - Kyle knew he had just stopped dreaming and fallen into a deep sleep, absolutely satisfied.
But he was still dreaming with him cause he felt him sleeping in his arms. He leant his head down and kissed his hair as he slid the fingers of one of his hands through the silky strands. His other arm refused to let him go, even for a second, afraid the dream would be over and he would end empty handed, as he knew he was. He hated to think he would eventually wake up alone. Oh, well, they would be with him after school, back in Tucson, so maybe it wasn’t so bad waking up to hurry through the day and finally be with him. He wondered how they would feel, looking at each other, after tonight. All he knew, is that he couldn’t wait to see him.
Michael stirred in his double sleep and snuggled into Kyle, his moan rumbled into Kyle’s chest, making him shiver with the erotic interaction.
He bent his leg in a sideways direction, imprisoned between Michael’s relaxed thighs, and rubbed their velvety insides, causing him to shiver again as his cock, in three pulsing throbs, reached its full massive length. Michael’s cock was hardening too. Kyle dug his fingers into Michael’s butt, spreading him onesided, as his other hand, holding the taller boy around the small of his back, traced his spine. Michael’s position had his back arched, his ass jutted up, and Kyle’s fingers skimmed the ticklish dip over his tailbone, reaching as far down as he could. Michael reacted wiggling his hips, enabling Kyle’s middle finger to press against his opening, finding it moist and slick with his dream juices seeping out of Michael. He felt the involuntary contraction, and massaged in a circle making Michael groan and buck, causing a glob of thick cum to ooze out of him, easing Kyle’s finger as deep in as it would go. When Kyle recovered from the “finger orgasm”, he noticed he had easily grown an extra inch, and no way he was wasting that. He pumped his finger into Michael a few times and pulled out.
Michael growled in protest and writhed, giving Kyle the chance to slide from under him. Michael’s chest met the soft bed and dry humped it in frustration as Kyle watched him and chuckled. His abundant precum was bathing his upright cock almost halfway down. Kyle placed his knee between Michael’s slithering thighs and they automatically opened wide to accommodate him. Kyle made himself at home, sitting back and pushing his bent knees under Michael’s rising hips. He wrapped his arms around the alien boy’s stomach and pulled him over to where he wanted him. Then, spreading him one handed, he used his other hand to force his straining cock down and kiss the waiting opening. Kyle lost all control and rammed it to the hilt in one shove, with all he had. Michael stiffened with pain, as a half gasp half hiss escaped his lips before he pushed his face into the pillow. Kyle was too far gone, he had no time for pity, that would come later, and hope for the best. He pulled it all out, and plunged it all the way back in, Michael’s shudders triggering him into even rougher action, as he pounded into him unstopping and without mercy. Heedless of the suffering he was causing, Kyle suddenly understood what drove Hank into torturing Michael the way he was doing. His cock was gripped in a vice, tearing through the resisting tissue, submitting it to his onslaught, and forcing it open, the traumatized passage throbbed and pulsed along with his bloated budgeon, Kyle had never felt it so big, and in spite of knowing what he was putting Michael through, he simply couldn’t stop. He fucked him hard, in rape mode, until in absolute disbelief,he felt Michael coming. Kyle couldn’t get it through his head how pain could do that to Michael. Masochism was beyond him, but it was giving Michael one hell of an orgasm.
“Yes, yes…Unghhh!...Hurts…Mmm…Yesss!” Michael’s strong contractions amazed Kyle, at the savage orgasm born of pain that the boy under him was experiencing. Michael was shoving back to impale himself deeper than possible, whipping his hips from side to side and wrenching it out of Kyle, who joined him in the thunderstorm Michael had created, as he shot his unending load deep into him. After the last searing drop left him, Kyle experimented with Max’s back tilted position, realizing one of the reasons, apart from the surprising comfort, was how it was calming his still shivering body. And he had a great view of his cock deep inside Michael’s gorgeous ass, whose muscles were rippling, fighting for control, shuddering in the post-orgasm spasms. He watched the object of his darkest desires, squirming in the excruciating torment he enjoyed so much. Kyle was keeping his cock hard by reenacting the ordeal Michael had conjured, not daring to call it sick, because that would mean he was just as sick too, enjoying to hurt him as much as Michael enjoyed to be hurt. Was he a sadist? He hoped so, because that would make him totally compatible with Michael, who just drove him out of his mind.
“Ohhh…Kyle…” Michael sobbed and whimpered.
Kyle’s compassion kicked in and was about to start removing the cause Michael’s suffering, when the said victim bucked hard and Kyle felt something give inside his lover, feeling himself slide in deeper still. Kyle couldn’t believe he had regained what little hardness he had lost and he swore an extra amount of come spurted into Michael with the sudden jolt of his cock. Kyle was brought out of his amazement by Michael’s husky voice mumbling unintelligibly, ending in an “Ahhh…” Kyle looked up to find his face was sideways on the pillow, his lips curved in the sexiest smile Kyle would ever see in a lover. He straightened up, his forward movement sliding it in deeper still and he thought, “Aliens…WOW!” Then realizing he had probably just gained back what he had lost as the tide of his erection should be beginning to ebb. He placed his hands on Michael’s ass, massaging the tight muscles under the silky flawless skin, working his way up to the shoulders, pressing deeper their connection, as Michael ground his butt into his lap.
“Shit! Nothing is enough for him, this kid can get fucked till he…passes out!” Kyle had been about to say “dies” but changed his mind, pushing the dire word as far away as he could, adding with a wicked grin, “I just sooo love it!”
He continued to knead Michael’s sore muscles while he purred like a kitten, and finally, he started relaxing. Kyle felt his cock sliding out as Michael whined in disappointment, and snuggled back into him when Kyle rolled him a little on his side to spoon him from behind. Try as he might, Kyle couldn’t help falling asleep in his dream, with Michael pressed tight against him, fast asleep again. The alarm made him jump and he found himself again on his back, holding thin air to his chest. Inching his hands lower, he touched the gelled remains of his night of passion, and wondered where he stood, when he faced Michael that afternoon.
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Chapter 229
The chick flick ended and Liz wiped her tears and turned to find Maria stretched on her back with the pillow under her neck, open mouthed and snoring lightly. Liz giggled as she went to wash her teeth and lay by Maria, a little sideways not to emulate her friend, but when she woke up, like she usually did, just before her alarm clock, she realized she was also on her back and probably snoring like Maria. She shook her best friend awake, sparing her from the shock of the alarm or her parents knocking on the door, and they went to the bathroom.
- So, anything for me? - Maria asked.
- I told you, Michael surely blocked me out cause I didn’t feel him at all, so what was the use of even trying? - Liz shouted from the shower stall.
- So what about now? - Maria insisted.
- He’s fast asleep, so he’s fine. We’ll get to Kyle in school, ok? -
Maria frowned, hoping everything had gone well.
The breakfast crowd at the Crashdown made them forget the issues for a while, at least until they rushed over to school. They saw Kyle rummaging inside his locker and they silently pounced from either side. They grabbed his wrists simultaneously, and to everyone who was looking, Kyle just shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against the closed locker on top of his, while the girls also closed their eyes for only they knew what reason. It took them about half a minute to get back to normal, but the students at West Roswell High were now used to their weird behaviour and thought nothing of it. Liz and Maria had just got Kyle’s complete dream and were processing the info. Kyle yanked his wrists away from them, very upset, opened his eyes and turned, leaning back on the metallic wall.
- Don’t ever do that again! You only had to ask! - He muttered just loud enough for his attackers to hear.
- That was mean, Kyle! - Said Liz, looking rather angry.
- You didn’t have to hurt him! - Maria was quite angry.
- You know him! He wanted it like that! Don’t you play innocent with me! - He went on muttering, as the girls had done too.
They frowned and shook their heads, then they went to their lockers.
Kyle returned to his rummaging when he felt a definitely male hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
- I need to talk to you! - Max growled into his ear, as he dragged him to the bathroom.
Kyle decided it was better to go silently, and waited until they were inside and Max closed the door.
- What the hell’s wrong with you? - He snapped, really pissed, as he pulled away from Max’s grip.
- You didn’t need to hurt him! - Max exclaimed.
- Oh, here we go again! You of all people! Don’t you remember how many times you’ve hurt him? C’mon, Max? You’re turning into a saint now, protector of the innocents? Fuck off! - Kyle exploded, his fury out of control.
- Hey, ok, what is it with you? - Max raised his hands, holding onto Kyle’s arms. - Can’t I give you my opinion now? Shit! -
- Sure, man, sorry, I just went through the whole thing with Liz and Maria, you know? I didn’t mean to hurt him, it just…happened. And like, he wasn’t protesting, quite the contrary, he was the one roughing it up, once he went into action. -
Kyle had a defensive look in his face, and Max felt a little guilty, cause what he had just said was true. He had got the whole thing on the way there, from Kyle’s scared sweating neck. Max nodded and left the bathroom. Kyle splashed some cold water on his face and went to his class.
Isabel woke up as soon as Stuart got up, trying not to do just that. They had had a good time before he fell asleep, so he didn’t know what Isabel had been up to, right after their fun. As she walked to the kitchen with him to have a quick breakfast, she filled him in, and he just nodded, still getting used to Michael’s rough games. He knew what the boy was like when it came to sex, but that didn’t mean he could accept it easily, even when he himself was involved. After he left, Isabel went to check on Michael and found him sleeping peacefully. She decided to let him be, so she went back to her bedroom, where she took a shower and dressed.
Laurie came out of her room and looked wistfully at Michael’s bedroom door. As she walked over, she was telling herself that this was the last morning he would wake up alone before they all left together on Monday.
The room was dark and she could barely make him on the bed. She opened the curtains and turned to find him sprawled all spread eagled, fast asleep. Laurie rolled her eyes and smiled. She walked back around the bed and sat beside him. Leaning over, she kissed him, murmuring against his cheek.
- - Good morning, kid bro...- As she straightened up, she saw the shadow of a fading smile curving his lips.
She placed her hand between his shoulder blades, feeling his heart beating strongly, and she slid it down to the small of his back, then returning to his heart.
- You can’t imagine how much I’m going to miss you, Michael, I love you so much, these days I’ve had you here have been a dream come true. I wish I could convince you to stay here with me at home, cause this is your home too. Your cousins and friends are welcome here to live with us. They’ve become the family I lost, the family you lost too. You would never be alone again. I’m sure Serena and Kal Langley will be able to find the way to keep you safe here. You’ll always have a place to come to, no matter what happens. Please give it a thought, promise me you will, because I’m sure you can hear me, through the link of our blood and our DNA. You’re the best brother any girl could have. - Laurie could feel her tears running down her cheeks and she heard Michael moan.
- Oh my god, Laurie, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard! - Isabel
exclaimed, as Laurie gave a startled gasp.
She hadn’t heard Isabel come in, and when she turned to face her, she was enveloped in her embrace. When Isabel let her go, she watched the alien girl walk around the bed and sit down opposite her. Isabel inverted her hand and placed the nail of her thumb on Michael’s spine also over his heart, gliding it down all the way to the last vertebra. Michael bucked up and braced his hips on his knees, wiggling his ass left and right, tickled by Isabel.
- Michael! Behave yourself, your sister’s here! - Isabel said blushing, and spanked him hard, pushing his butt back down on the bed.
Michael whimpered and snuggled into the bed.
- It’s ok, I’m getting used to his...sexuality, don’t worry, I love him the way he is. You know, I think I’ll stay home today with him. - Laurie nodded.
- Yes, you guys need some time alone, I’m going to Serena’s, ok? Join us for lunch if you feel like it, if Michael is up by then. And have a great time, anyway, you really deserve it. - Isabel smiled.
- What time does he get up? - Laurie was baffled by Isabel’s words.
- Oh he usually sleeps at least until 10:00am but he had a...busy night, so...-
Isabel was quite vague.
- Well, tell me. - Laurie demanded.
- I don’t know how to put it...- Isabel was doubtful, not wanting to make Laurie uncomfortable.
- Isabel, you may be married, but I happen to be older than you, so spill! -
- You know the other night I dreamwalked Maria to him, right? Well last night, Kyle called me and asked me to do the same for him if Michael accepted, which of course, he did. That’s why he’ll probably sleep longer today too. -
- But it was a dream! Wasn’t it? - Now it was Laurie who was doubtful.
- Yes, but they’re very realistic, so his body reacts as if it were the real thing. He’s just sleeping it off, give him a little time. I’ll go get dressed, and about your lodging offer, I’m sure Michael will give it a thought, we all will, Laurie, thank you so much. - Isabel hugged her again. - I’ll go get dressed.-
Laurie called Ruben on the intercom and told him she was staying home today to be with Michael. Then she turned on the TV set and lay beside Michael, using his thigh as a pillow. At exactly 10:00am, Sylvia peeked in to see if by some miracle, she could bring in breakfast. She was surprised to see Laurie there.
- Laurie! I made you at school! I thought you had skipped breakfast because you were running late, what happened? -
Laurie told Sylvia her reasons for staying home today and Sylvia too, totally agreed with her.
- You better have Michael’s breakfast and I’ll go get another one ready for him. Just ring me at the kitchen when he wakes up, ok? - She smiled.
- No! That’s too much for me, just give me the juice and get me some coffee, ok? -
- Try his milk, you’ll like it…- Sylvia coaxed and Laurie had to admit she was right.
Sylvia left giggling with the tray and just a few minutes later, as if they were waiting for her to leave, the two dogs came bounding through the open window. They landed on the bed opposite Laurie and were overjoyed to see her there too. They romped all over Michael before she managed to calm them down, but Michael was reaching out and petting them not realizing Laurie was there, cause he was facing the other way.
- Hey guys, keep it down or Anita will come and chase you away! Here, lie down with me. - He patted the bed and the dogs did as they were told.
- Wow, you’re damn good with them! - Laurie exclaimed and Michael turned towards her.
- Laurie! You’ll be late for school! - Michael was surprised to find her there with him.
He knew he was naked, so he stayed glued to the bed as he waved some shorts on. Then he rolled on his side to face her.
- No kid, I’m skipping classes today to spend some time together, that ok with you? - She smiled at him, watching his powers at work.
- Cool! Why didn’t you wake me up, not to lose any time? - He grinned.
- Thanks for sharing your home with me, with us, I promise I’ll keep it in mind all the time. We still are not sure what we’re going to do after graduation, and to be honest, I don’t want to put you in danger because of us. Unless, like you said, Serena and Kal can do something about it, I’m absolutely in. -
- Let’s go riding and join Isabel and Serena for lunch, ok? - Laurie said, enthusiastically, watching Michael stretch out in a lazy mood.
- Oh sorry, maybe you want to sleep some more? - She asked.
- No, it’s ok, I’m fine, why? - Michael caught some hint in her voice.
- Isabel said…nah, forget it. - She felt his hand taking hers.
- Isabel told you about last night…I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be exposed to my dark side…c’mon, lets go riding, it’s a great idea! - He pushed up and went to take a shower while she finished watching what was left of the film.
Serena told Isabel she had this friend who was an archaeologist and had accidentally found a cave behind a small stream disappearing into the mountain side. It was full of these weird symbols which Serena had no doubt they were Antares, when she was shown the photographs. She had called her last night to tell her she was leaving early today to have an appointment with the authorities in charge of Native American affairs. She wanted the exclusiveness on the excavation. The cave connected next door to what seemed a man made cellar room, which contained items that confirmed it had been some kind of secret hospital perhaps during the civil war, with several pallets and old rusty instruments which she had taken away to examine and try to find out how old they were. The entrance to the site had been cunningly hidden by branches and she had left just one man there, totally reliable. He was a Native American, who claimed he was a direct descendant of the lost tribe of the Anasazi, who simpy vanished without a reasonable explanation. He said his grandfather had shown him these same symbols, drawing them on the ground with a stick, when he was a young boy, and he could read them. Serena said the whole thing made sense, cause according to her friend’s studies, the tribe lived in the northern area of New Mexico, and migrated to Arizona before they mysteriously disappeared, with no apparent reason. The word “Anasazi” in the Navajo language, means “ancient stranger”, and is sometimes translated as “ancestor” and even “enemy”. Serena suspected that their sudden disappearance could be explained as the group of Native Americans that the scavengers had abducted with the Andes people, the ones they befriended, but most of them died in captivity. Serena’s friend had left only this man behind, not to arouse unnecessary attention to the place, and she would have a very busy weekend with many important persons whom she thought could help her in her investigations. She said she was sure they would be interested in seeing the cave so she had asked permission from her friend to go and look it over with her “family”. Serena had called Laurie early today and told her all about it, so they had planned a surprise visit tomorrow, as a goodbye adventure. Isabel was thrilled and assured Serena the others would be too, when they told them at dinner, not before. They exchanged conspiratory glances and kept quiet when they heard the sound of hooves as Michael and Laurie came to join them.
When he stretched out by the pool, he kept giving them these distrustful looks until Isabel couldn’t take it anymore.
- What? - She asked, a little loud.
- Just wondering what you were going to do to me…- He answered apprehensively.
- Nothing, Michael, today we want you to just relax and rest. - Serena soothed him.
- You’ll sure need it, if you’re going to keep your promise to Maria! - Isabel giggled, as Michael groaned and buried his face in his forearms.
Serena confessed to Laurie with a guilty face, that she had told Isabel about the surprise for tomorrow, and Laurie just laughed.
- It’s ok, I was going to tell her too, if you hadn’t, cause anyway, the surprise is for the ones arriving later, Stuart included. What do you think, Isabel, should we tell Michael? - She watched the alien girl’s reaction eagerly.
- No, tell them all together at dinner time. I think it’s awesome! The map in River Dog’s cave was amazing! And it was Michael who knew immediately what it was. He fitted the healing stones in the correct places, and they were the five planets of our galaxy! No wonder they healed him when Max couldn’t. I can’t wait to see what we will find there! - Isabel was very excited with the prospect.
- Hey girls, it’s a little past midday, let’s whip up some lunch. Baby boy there is a real eater, so it must be enough for him and us! Isabel, you come help me, Laurie, you stay with him, ok? - Serena suggested.
- It’s ok, I’ll help you too, he’s fast asleep. - Laurie said.
- You stay by him and hold his hand, he’ll feel you’re right here, and you’ll be with him like you wanted to be today. - Serena told her with a smile.
Laurie nodded and brought a deck chair and lay alongside Michael, she let one arm drop over the side and grabbed her brother’s hand. A zillion coloured lights exploded in front of her eyes and when they cleared out, she was in a strange place that could only be Antar, and her hand was still holding her brother’s.
The chick flick ended and Liz wiped her tears and turned to find Maria stretched on her back with the pillow under her neck, open mouthed and snoring lightly. Liz giggled as she went to wash her teeth and lay by Maria, a little sideways not to emulate her friend, but when she woke up, like she usually did, just before her alarm clock, she realized she was also on her back and probably snoring like Maria. She shook her best friend awake, sparing her from the shock of the alarm or her parents knocking on the door, and they went to the bathroom.
- So, anything for me? - Maria asked.
- I told you, Michael surely blocked me out cause I didn’t feel him at all, so what was the use of even trying? - Liz shouted from the shower stall.
- So what about now? - Maria insisted.
- He’s fast asleep, so he’s fine. We’ll get to Kyle in school, ok? -
Maria frowned, hoping everything had gone well.
The breakfast crowd at the Crashdown made them forget the issues for a while, at least until they rushed over to school. They saw Kyle rummaging inside his locker and they silently pounced from either side. They grabbed his wrists simultaneously, and to everyone who was looking, Kyle just shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against the closed locker on top of his, while the girls also closed their eyes for only they knew what reason. It took them about half a minute to get back to normal, but the students at West Roswell High were now used to their weird behaviour and thought nothing of it. Liz and Maria had just got Kyle’s complete dream and were processing the info. Kyle yanked his wrists away from them, very upset, opened his eyes and turned, leaning back on the metallic wall.
- Don’t ever do that again! You only had to ask! - He muttered just loud enough for his attackers to hear.
- That was mean, Kyle! - Said Liz, looking rather angry.
- You didn’t have to hurt him! - Maria was quite angry.
- You know him! He wanted it like that! Don’t you play innocent with me! - He went on muttering, as the girls had done too.
They frowned and shook their heads, then they went to their lockers.
Kyle returned to his rummaging when he felt a definitely male hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
- I need to talk to you! - Max growled into his ear, as he dragged him to the bathroom.
Kyle decided it was better to go silently, and waited until they were inside and Max closed the door.
- What the hell’s wrong with you? - He snapped, really pissed, as he pulled away from Max’s grip.
- You didn’t need to hurt him! - Max exclaimed.
- Oh, here we go again! You of all people! Don’t you remember how many times you’ve hurt him? C’mon, Max? You’re turning into a saint now, protector of the innocents? Fuck off! - Kyle exploded, his fury out of control.
- Hey, ok, what is it with you? - Max raised his hands, holding onto Kyle’s arms. - Can’t I give you my opinion now? Shit! -
- Sure, man, sorry, I just went through the whole thing with Liz and Maria, you know? I didn’t mean to hurt him, it just…happened. And like, he wasn’t protesting, quite the contrary, he was the one roughing it up, once he went into action. -
Kyle had a defensive look in his face, and Max felt a little guilty, cause what he had just said was true. He had got the whole thing on the way there, from Kyle’s scared sweating neck. Max nodded and left the bathroom. Kyle splashed some cold water on his face and went to his class.
Isabel woke up as soon as Stuart got up, trying not to do just that. They had had a good time before he fell asleep, so he didn’t know what Isabel had been up to, right after their fun. As she walked to the kitchen with him to have a quick breakfast, she filled him in, and he just nodded, still getting used to Michael’s rough games. He knew what the boy was like when it came to sex, but that didn’t mean he could accept it easily, even when he himself was involved. After he left, Isabel went to check on Michael and found him sleeping peacefully. She decided to let him be, so she went back to her bedroom, where she took a shower and dressed.
Laurie came out of her room and looked wistfully at Michael’s bedroom door. As she walked over, she was telling herself that this was the last morning he would wake up alone before they all left together on Monday.
The room was dark and she could barely make him on the bed. She opened the curtains and turned to find him sprawled all spread eagled, fast asleep. Laurie rolled her eyes and smiled. She walked back around the bed and sat beside him. Leaning over, she kissed him, murmuring against his cheek.
- - Good morning, kid bro...- As she straightened up, she saw the shadow of a fading smile curving his lips.
She placed her hand between his shoulder blades, feeling his heart beating strongly, and she slid it down to the small of his back, then returning to his heart.
- You can’t imagine how much I’m going to miss you, Michael, I love you so much, these days I’ve had you here have been a dream come true. I wish I could convince you to stay here with me at home, cause this is your home too. Your cousins and friends are welcome here to live with us. They’ve become the family I lost, the family you lost too. You would never be alone again. I’m sure Serena and Kal Langley will be able to find the way to keep you safe here. You’ll always have a place to come to, no matter what happens. Please give it a thought, promise me you will, because I’m sure you can hear me, through the link of our blood and our DNA. You’re the best brother any girl could have. - Laurie could feel her tears running down her cheeks and she heard Michael moan.
- Oh my god, Laurie, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard! - Isabel
exclaimed, as Laurie gave a startled gasp.
She hadn’t heard Isabel come in, and when she turned to face her, she was enveloped in her embrace. When Isabel let her go, she watched the alien girl walk around the bed and sit down opposite her. Isabel inverted her hand and placed the nail of her thumb on Michael’s spine also over his heart, gliding it down all the way to the last vertebra. Michael bucked up and braced his hips on his knees, wiggling his ass left and right, tickled by Isabel.
- Michael! Behave yourself, your sister’s here! - Isabel said blushing, and spanked him hard, pushing his butt back down on the bed.
Michael whimpered and snuggled into the bed.
- It’s ok, I’m getting used to his...sexuality, don’t worry, I love him the way he is. You know, I think I’ll stay home today with him. - Laurie nodded.
- Yes, you guys need some time alone, I’m going to Serena’s, ok? Join us for lunch if you feel like it, if Michael is up by then. And have a great time, anyway, you really deserve it. - Isabel smiled.
- What time does he get up? - Laurie was baffled by Isabel’s words.
- Oh he usually sleeps at least until 10:00am but he had a...busy night, so...-
Isabel was quite vague.
- Well, tell me. - Laurie demanded.
- I don’t know how to put it...- Isabel was doubtful, not wanting to make Laurie uncomfortable.
- Isabel, you may be married, but I happen to be older than you, so spill! -
- You know the other night I dreamwalked Maria to him, right? Well last night, Kyle called me and asked me to do the same for him if Michael accepted, which of course, he did. That’s why he’ll probably sleep longer today too. -
- But it was a dream! Wasn’t it? - Now it was Laurie who was doubtful.
- Yes, but they’re very realistic, so his body reacts as if it were the real thing. He’s just sleeping it off, give him a little time. I’ll go get dressed, and about your lodging offer, I’m sure Michael will give it a thought, we all will, Laurie, thank you so much. - Isabel hugged her again. - I’ll go get dressed.-
Laurie called Ruben on the intercom and told him she was staying home today to be with Michael. Then she turned on the TV set and lay beside Michael, using his thigh as a pillow. At exactly 10:00am, Sylvia peeked in to see if by some miracle, she could bring in breakfast. She was surprised to see Laurie there.
- Laurie! I made you at school! I thought you had skipped breakfast because you were running late, what happened? -
Laurie told Sylvia her reasons for staying home today and Sylvia too, totally agreed with her.
- You better have Michael’s breakfast and I’ll go get another one ready for him. Just ring me at the kitchen when he wakes up, ok? - She smiled.
- No! That’s too much for me, just give me the juice and get me some coffee, ok? -
- Try his milk, you’ll like it…- Sylvia coaxed and Laurie had to admit she was right.
Sylvia left giggling with the tray and just a few minutes later, as if they were waiting for her to leave, the two dogs came bounding through the open window. They landed on the bed opposite Laurie and were overjoyed to see her there too. They romped all over Michael before she managed to calm them down, but Michael was reaching out and petting them not realizing Laurie was there, cause he was facing the other way.
- Hey guys, keep it down or Anita will come and chase you away! Here, lie down with me. - He patted the bed and the dogs did as they were told.
- Wow, you’re damn good with them! - Laurie exclaimed and Michael turned towards her.
- Laurie! You’ll be late for school! - Michael was surprised to find her there with him.
He knew he was naked, so he stayed glued to the bed as he waved some shorts on. Then he rolled on his side to face her.
- No kid, I’m skipping classes today to spend some time together, that ok with you? - She smiled at him, watching his powers at work.
- Cool! Why didn’t you wake me up, not to lose any time? - He grinned.
- Thanks for sharing your home with me, with us, I promise I’ll keep it in mind all the time. We still are not sure what we’re going to do after graduation, and to be honest, I don’t want to put you in danger because of us. Unless, like you said, Serena and Kal can do something about it, I’m absolutely in. -
- Let’s go riding and join Isabel and Serena for lunch, ok? - Laurie said, enthusiastically, watching Michael stretch out in a lazy mood.
- Oh sorry, maybe you want to sleep some more? - She asked.
- No, it’s ok, I’m fine, why? - Michael caught some hint in her voice.
- Isabel said…nah, forget it. - She felt his hand taking hers.
- Isabel told you about last night…I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be exposed to my dark side…c’mon, lets go riding, it’s a great idea! - He pushed up and went to take a shower while she finished watching what was left of the film.
Serena told Isabel she had this friend who was an archaeologist and had accidentally found a cave behind a small stream disappearing into the mountain side. It was full of these weird symbols which Serena had no doubt they were Antares, when she was shown the photographs. She had called her last night to tell her she was leaving early today to have an appointment with the authorities in charge of Native American affairs. She wanted the exclusiveness on the excavation. The cave connected next door to what seemed a man made cellar room, which contained items that confirmed it had been some kind of secret hospital perhaps during the civil war, with several pallets and old rusty instruments which she had taken away to examine and try to find out how old they were. The entrance to the site had been cunningly hidden by branches and she had left just one man there, totally reliable. He was a Native American, who claimed he was a direct descendant of the lost tribe of the Anasazi, who simpy vanished without a reasonable explanation. He said his grandfather had shown him these same symbols, drawing them on the ground with a stick, when he was a young boy, and he could read them. Serena said the whole thing made sense, cause according to her friend’s studies, the tribe lived in the northern area of New Mexico, and migrated to Arizona before they mysteriously disappeared, with no apparent reason. The word “Anasazi” in the Navajo language, means “ancient stranger”, and is sometimes translated as “ancestor” and even “enemy”. Serena suspected that their sudden disappearance could be explained as the group of Native Americans that the scavengers had abducted with the Andes people, the ones they befriended, but most of them died in captivity. Serena’s friend had left only this man behind, not to arouse unnecessary attention to the place, and she would have a very busy weekend with many important persons whom she thought could help her in her investigations. She said she was sure they would be interested in seeing the cave so she had asked permission from her friend to go and look it over with her “family”. Serena had called Laurie early today and told her all about it, so they had planned a surprise visit tomorrow, as a goodbye adventure. Isabel was thrilled and assured Serena the others would be too, when they told them at dinner, not before. They exchanged conspiratory glances and kept quiet when they heard the sound of hooves as Michael and Laurie came to join them.
When he stretched out by the pool, he kept giving them these distrustful looks until Isabel couldn’t take it anymore.
- What? - She asked, a little loud.
- Just wondering what you were going to do to me…- He answered apprehensively.
- Nothing, Michael, today we want you to just relax and rest. - Serena soothed him.
- You’ll sure need it, if you’re going to keep your promise to Maria! - Isabel giggled, as Michael groaned and buried his face in his forearms.
Serena confessed to Laurie with a guilty face, that she had told Isabel about the surprise for tomorrow, and Laurie just laughed.
- It’s ok, I was going to tell her too, if you hadn’t, cause anyway, the surprise is for the ones arriving later, Stuart included. What do you think, Isabel, should we tell Michael? - She watched the alien girl’s reaction eagerly.
- No, tell them all together at dinner time. I think it’s awesome! The map in River Dog’s cave was amazing! And it was Michael who knew immediately what it was. He fitted the healing stones in the correct places, and they were the five planets of our galaxy! No wonder they healed him when Max couldn’t. I can’t wait to see what we will find there! - Isabel was very excited with the prospect.
- Hey girls, it’s a little past midday, let’s whip up some lunch. Baby boy there is a real eater, so it must be enough for him and us! Isabel, you come help me, Laurie, you stay with him, ok? - Serena suggested.
- It’s ok, I’ll help you too, he’s fast asleep. - Laurie said.
- You stay by him and hold his hand, he’ll feel you’re right here, and you’ll be with him like you wanted to be today. - Serena told her with a smile.
Laurie nodded and brought a deck chair and lay alongside Michael, she let one arm drop over the side and grabbed her brother’s hand. A zillion coloured lights exploded in front of her eyes and when they cleared out, she was in a strange place that could only be Antar, and her hand was still holding her brother’s.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 230
But it was a very unpleasant occasion. Vilandra and the queen had left after lunch to attend the funeral of the deceased wife of an important citizen there. Rath-Michael had gone to see them off and then he disappeared with Zan. Then he had been rushed to the transport coming to get him to close a deal with a man called Velnas, who made the shields for the Antares army. It was the first time Rath-Michael went to him, and he had this bad feeling, which he kept to himself, because he was the cousin of the sadistic Iteran, from his first deal. The transport returned past midnight, and was announced as usual to Geehan, and to Lady O’Sheeah in the absence of Vilandra, being her “lady in waiting”. They watched the ship land and waited for access to walk in to get the Royal boy. O’Sheeah had to use both hands to cover her mouth not to scream, and Geehan let out an animal-like whine when they saw Rath-Michael sprawled on the pallet in a pool of his own blood. He was expected to bleed, but this was too much! He was soaked in blood from the small of his back to more than halfway down his thighs. Geehan expertly hoisted him over his shoulder and hurried towards his bedroom, shouting at the attendant to get Zan who was with his father in the computer room, waiting to be called over. The man took off at full speed, while Geehan rushed into the castle with O’Sheeah keeping up with him the best she could, hanging on to her brother’s hand. Rath-Michael kept moaning for Vilandra.
- Lannie…Lannie, it hurts…too much…Lannie…-
- She’s at lady Arensas’ funeral, remember? She’ll be back tomorrow, I’m here with you, brother. - She squeezed his hand.
- Your cousin Zan will be right over, he’ll made you better. You’ll see! -
Geehan whispered over his shoulder and he tried not to jog him too much.
They arrived and the black slave laid the boy down gently, as his sister went to kneel at the head of the bed, still holding his hand tight in hers. Geehan was trying to move his clothes away to check for the injuries causing the bleeding when Zan burst into the room. The second he saw the state his cousin was in, he fell on his knees barely making it to the foot of the bed. His face was a mask of shock, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
- What…what…- Was all he could utter.
- What have they done to him? - O’Sheeah finished for him.
Zan moved further up, between the boy’s legs, his hands hovering over all the bloody area, recognizing the injuries. He sighed and shook his head. His healing powers were in full charge, having spent quite some time with Rath-Michael after Vilandra and the queen left, but still the amount of damage required a connection, to keep him functional.
- O’Sheeah, you have to leave. - Zan ordered.
- Oh no, I’m not leaving. Do what you must. Vilandra asked me to stay with him. - O’Sheeah knew she would use her Royal blood status if Zan got difficult.
- I’m not comfortable with you here! He’s bleeding out! Do you want him to die? - Zan got a little loud.
- Do you? What are you waiting for? - O’Sheeah compromised by crumpling against the bed, her face pushed between Rath-Michael’s hair and his shoulder, hidden from whatever was going on behind him.
Zan had to accept. He waved Rath-Michael’s bloodstained clothes aways and spread him gently, noticing there was a piece of metal lying vertically there. Geehan felt his tears rolling down his cheeks and was surprised to see Zan was in the same condition. Zan reached down, and got his fingers under it, and there was no doubt it was the hilt of a sword minus the blade. The handle was buried into the boy, and as Zan slowly pulled it out, he saw it was wrapped in some soft material, stanching the blood. Michael’s whole body was tense and tight, biting his lip so that only muffled groans escaped from his mouth. The second it came out, the blood gushed out in an impressive torrent. Very carefully, he pushed into his cousin, hearing him gasp and moan. When he was partly in, he stopped and stayed still with his eyes closed, full concentration for several seconds, his hands on Rath-Michael’s butt, glowing white. The hurt boy shuddered, whimpering and sobbing, and the bleeding lessened considerably, but didn’t stop. Zan continued very slowly until he was all the way in. His hands kept glowing almost as long as they had before, and then the hemorrhage stopped completely and both healer and patient shivered and grunted before relaxing. Zan took a deep breath, then he let it out and pulled out of Rath-Michael simultaneously. He covered himself and straddled his patient’s thighs after pushing them together to make sure his fluids stayed inside him. Then with a wave of his hands, all the blood stains vanished.
- It’s alright, 0’Sheeah, I’m done. - He watched the girl sit up and check her brother’s body to make sure Zan hadn’t missed anything.
She kissed his cheek and noticed he was hot, and every breath he took ended in a soft moan.
- He’s running a fever and he seems to be still hurting. - She observed as she saw him wince.
- I’m not Royal Blood, so that part is out of my hands. I’ve healed all the injuries, but his body’s reaction to them has to take it’s natural course, sorry, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it. It should take a few days, because of the amount of damage he had. Don’t worry, he’s very strong. -
- You didn’t answer my question, before you did your thing : what did they do to him? - O’Sheeah insisted, but Zan just shook his head.
- Tell me! - She demanded, sounding very much like her father, the warlord Ramthis, and like Rath-Michael himself. - He’s my brother, I want to know! -
- They ripped him inside and went clean through pounding directly against his prostate gland, which sustained massive damage, then they went straight up and they ripped him in there too, where the intestine bends. Because of the depth, either the man was very long or he used something else to do it. - Zan couldn’t look her in the eyes as he spoke to her.
- Zan I’m not a stupid child! I’m as old as you are and I know you have seen through your connection exactly what happened. I know I should be able to do it but I don’t know how to. Show me! - Zan realized she was truly Royal blooded, and yes, she deserved to know.
He took her hand and placed it over her brother’s heart, he placed his over hers to boost her up, along with joining their free hands.
- Now, close your eyes and feel his heartbeat in your palm, feel it going up your arm into your own heart, when you feel them in sync, you’ll be like one and you’ll just have to picture him in your mind to go straight into his and know everything he knows. Of course, he can block you out if he chooses to.
- Why would he do that? - She asked, intrigued.
- To protect you, so you must ask him not to and hope he accepts. - Zan watched her eyes fill with tears before she nodded.
- He will. - She said confidently.
In his pain weakened state, by the time Rath-Michael could manage the extreme effort to block them out, they had seen enough : two men, very well endowed plus a table full of sexual toys, whips included. They used everything they had in him, knowing the bleeding would only happen when they actually did it. Then as one of them played with Rath-Michael, the other one used the whip, so by the time they were about to go for it, Rath-Michael was already badly hurt and bleeding. When one of them did it, the other one tortured him making jagged, thick cuts with a weird instrument on his ass and thighs, to enhance his partner’s pleasure. As soon as the first one finished, he pulled out so the other one could stick it in right away. No wonder he had bled so bad, and he would go on suffering long after the healing. Rath-Michael gasped loudly and opened his eyes.
- Zan! How could you! O’Sheeah, why? - Rath-Michael was very upset.
- First of all I want to know why there were two men with you, the deal was with Velnas, who was the other one? - Zan was furious.
- There’s only one way I will tell you, if you swear on MY BLOOD! that this will remain between us, or I will say I was playing with your minds just to fool you. - Rath-Michael was talking with difficulty from the strained situation.
O’Sheeah and Zan locked eyes and turned back to Rath-Michael.
- We swear. - She said and Zan nodded.
- Zan, not even our fathers, and Lannie, specially her. You will block it away from your mind when you’re with them. I want no accidents, there will be no excuses! - Rath-Michael winced and shivered.
- I swear, now tell me. - Zan sighed, knowing he wouldn’t like it at all.
- It was Iteran, he’s Velnas’ cousin, the one of the swords, and you know we need both the shields and swords, and they know we do. When Iteran showed up, I knew there was some kind of foul play going on. They said it was up to me for our army to get the very best of their craft and only us, so I accepted. The condition was that no one should know they were both there with me. I gave my word. - Rath-Michael winced and shuddered, his breathing was agitated.
- All right, I know who he is, the beast you went to for the first deal. - Zan scoffed in disgust. - Are you sure this is necessary? Can’t we get someone else, perhaps even better? -
- No Zan, they are the best, trust me, we can’t risk it. Velnas’ shields have held off all the enemy weapons, unlike theirs, and Iteran’s swords are the only ones that remain in one piece. I’ve seen many enemy swords have the blade break off at the hilt, but Iteran’s, never. - Rath-Michael assured him.
- Well, what he shoved up your ass to stanch the bleeding, was up to the hilt, only the other way round, and it had no blade. - Zan said with sarcasm.
- Must have been an unfinished one, I don’t know how he gets the hilt and blade together, but they are inseparable once they’re finished. - He insisted. - I’m not risking my men’s lives. It’s not worth it. -
- Rath-Michael, those two are sick! Do you know what they did to you? What I’ve just healed? - Zan exploded.
- Of course I do! I felt it! - Rath-Michael snapped back.
- That’s enough, Zan, he doesn’t need to go through it again. Don’t worry, Rath-Michael, as far as I’m concerned, it won’t leave this room. I’ll keep it away from my mind when I’m with them, cause I guess that’s the way to block it out, right Zan? - O’Sheeah glared at Zan.
- Yes, that’s how you do it. Alright! I’ve already sworn, haven’t I? Your sister is right, you need to rest, just lie still. -
Zan laid his hands on Rath-Michael’s back and started massaging him from shoulders to thighs, feeling the sore muscles relaxing, and knowing he was easing at least some of the pain. Soon after, O’Sheeah also relaxed when her brother’s hand went limp in her hand as he fell asleep. Zan felt it too and moved to sit beside Rath-Michael, holding his other hand as they watched him spread his legs and make himself comfortable.
- Why didn’t you go to the funeral? - O’Sheeah wasn’t familiar with the Antares protocol yet.
- Because the deceased was female, so the queen and her eldest daughter were the ones expected to attend. My father and I would have had to go if the deceased had been male. That’s how it is. - Zan explained.
- Zan, do you love him? Not just the sex, I mean, him? -
- I love him. - Zan answered in a way that left her no doubts about his feelings for her brother.
There was a soft knock on the door and Zeolan and Ramthis entered the room.
- Is he alright? The servant…- Zeolan started, since Ramthis just stared at his sleeping son.
- He’s fine, the man probably lost it at the sight of blood. - Zan sounded very smug and they had no other choice but to believe him.
The subtle look between Zan and O’Sheeah went undetected. Ramthis laid his hand over his son’s heart and leant down to kiss his cheek. Zeolan patted his nephew’s shoulder and shook his head. Neither of them felt sleepy, so they decided to stay and watch Rath-Michael sleep, just to have a family bonding of sorts. Since his father came to him, Zan noticed Rath-Michael had become restless, gradually getting worse, squirming and groaning, with an obvious nightmare. He tried to pull away from the hands that held his, but they held on. Zan raised his free hand, to calm the others and closed his eyes in concentration.
- Alexandros! No, nooo…- He sobbed and O’Sheeah’s eyes were watering at the way her brother was now gripping her hand.
On instinct, she leant over and kissed it, and immediately, Rath-Michael eased his hold enough not to cause her any discomfort. Zan gripped back as hard as he could, making his cousin know he had a male hand in his, to match the name he was calling. Like his sister had done, he brought his lips to it, but instead, he talked against it.
- I’m here with you, Rath-Michael. I love you. - Zan felt him relaxing, though he winced and moaned a few times until he was resting again. They noticed Ramthis had paled, so he had to know what it was about.
- Father, who is Alexandros? - O’Sheeah faced her father, and he sighed and nodded.
- Remember last month, when we were informed about that army who was attacking out of what looked like they were completely enclosed in metal? I sent a spy before we faced them to know what we would be dealing with and checked on the computer what I got from the mental image he gave me. I had a great warrior from Earth summoned here as he was the only one I found who could tell us what it was about. He stayed at the barracks with us for almost three days and explained it was called a “phalanx”. The soldiers were in a square formation but very close together. Their shields would cover every side and from the second line on every direction to the centre, the shields were held up flat, so there was no way any weapon of any kind could slip through. Their sword were in their scabbards, for the unlikely but possible eventuality that they were breached. They all held long spears coming out all around and over so they were invincible. He said this army was called the Sacred Band and came from the city of Thebes. He admired them and called them the perfect army. So I asked him if he had ever fought them, and he said he hadn’t. Then I asked how could we defeat them, and he just thought quietely for a while, trying to find a suitable answer. Rath-Michael came right then and they just hit it off from the second they met. I filled Rath-Michael in, with what we were about, and he just needed a couple of seconds to come up with an answer.
“We form in a wedge, and we ram into any side. That should break them up.”
Alexandros was very impressed, and said he was absolutely right, it was the only way, but the men in front of the wedge would be sacrificed. We had to confess about my shield, which would easily be extended to six men, the tip of the wedge to the third line, and that would get us in. We did it in training and it worked fine and did so too in the battlefield. Those two really bonded, in those few days, you see, Alexandros liked boys…sorry Zan…and when he left, I checked the computer adjusting the timing, and I realized than some years after he was with us, he did face the Thebans and defeated them just like Rath-Michael had allowed us to. I’m glad it worked for him too. I was checking him out again tonight and found out he had died at the young age of 33, after conquering everything within his reach in his time. He seemed to catch some disease which his healers had no way of treating, or even recognizing, then. I was sad to find out, and Rath-Michael probably got it from me when I touched him. I never meant to upset him…I better go. - And without another word, both the warlord and the king left the room.
But it was a very unpleasant occasion. Vilandra and the queen had left after lunch to attend the funeral of the deceased wife of an important citizen there. Rath-Michael had gone to see them off and then he disappeared with Zan. Then he had been rushed to the transport coming to get him to close a deal with a man called Velnas, who made the shields for the Antares army. It was the first time Rath-Michael went to him, and he had this bad feeling, which he kept to himself, because he was the cousin of the sadistic Iteran, from his first deal. The transport returned past midnight, and was announced as usual to Geehan, and to Lady O’Sheeah in the absence of Vilandra, being her “lady in waiting”. They watched the ship land and waited for access to walk in to get the Royal boy. O’Sheeah had to use both hands to cover her mouth not to scream, and Geehan let out an animal-like whine when they saw Rath-Michael sprawled on the pallet in a pool of his own blood. He was expected to bleed, but this was too much! He was soaked in blood from the small of his back to more than halfway down his thighs. Geehan expertly hoisted him over his shoulder and hurried towards his bedroom, shouting at the attendant to get Zan who was with his father in the computer room, waiting to be called over. The man took off at full speed, while Geehan rushed into the castle with O’Sheeah keeping up with him the best she could, hanging on to her brother’s hand. Rath-Michael kept moaning for Vilandra.
- Lannie…Lannie, it hurts…too much…Lannie…-
- She’s at lady Arensas’ funeral, remember? She’ll be back tomorrow, I’m here with you, brother. - She squeezed his hand.
- Your cousin Zan will be right over, he’ll made you better. You’ll see! -
Geehan whispered over his shoulder and he tried not to jog him too much.
They arrived and the black slave laid the boy down gently, as his sister went to kneel at the head of the bed, still holding his hand tight in hers. Geehan was trying to move his clothes away to check for the injuries causing the bleeding when Zan burst into the room. The second he saw the state his cousin was in, he fell on his knees barely making it to the foot of the bed. His face was a mask of shock, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
- What…what…- Was all he could utter.
- What have they done to him? - O’Sheeah finished for him.
Zan moved further up, between the boy’s legs, his hands hovering over all the bloody area, recognizing the injuries. He sighed and shook his head. His healing powers were in full charge, having spent quite some time with Rath-Michael after Vilandra and the queen left, but still the amount of damage required a connection, to keep him functional.
- O’Sheeah, you have to leave. - Zan ordered.
- Oh no, I’m not leaving. Do what you must. Vilandra asked me to stay with him. - O’Sheeah knew she would use her Royal blood status if Zan got difficult.
- I’m not comfortable with you here! He’s bleeding out! Do you want him to die? - Zan got a little loud.
- Do you? What are you waiting for? - O’Sheeah compromised by crumpling against the bed, her face pushed between Rath-Michael’s hair and his shoulder, hidden from whatever was going on behind him.
Zan had to accept. He waved Rath-Michael’s bloodstained clothes aways and spread him gently, noticing there was a piece of metal lying vertically there. Geehan felt his tears rolling down his cheeks and was surprised to see Zan was in the same condition. Zan reached down, and got his fingers under it, and there was no doubt it was the hilt of a sword minus the blade. The handle was buried into the boy, and as Zan slowly pulled it out, he saw it was wrapped in some soft material, stanching the blood. Michael’s whole body was tense and tight, biting his lip so that only muffled groans escaped from his mouth. The second it came out, the blood gushed out in an impressive torrent. Very carefully, he pushed into his cousin, hearing him gasp and moan. When he was partly in, he stopped and stayed still with his eyes closed, full concentration for several seconds, his hands on Rath-Michael’s butt, glowing white. The hurt boy shuddered, whimpering and sobbing, and the bleeding lessened considerably, but didn’t stop. Zan continued very slowly until he was all the way in. His hands kept glowing almost as long as they had before, and then the hemorrhage stopped completely and both healer and patient shivered and grunted before relaxing. Zan took a deep breath, then he let it out and pulled out of Rath-Michael simultaneously. He covered himself and straddled his patient’s thighs after pushing them together to make sure his fluids stayed inside him. Then with a wave of his hands, all the blood stains vanished.
- It’s alright, 0’Sheeah, I’m done. - He watched the girl sit up and check her brother’s body to make sure Zan hadn’t missed anything.
She kissed his cheek and noticed he was hot, and every breath he took ended in a soft moan.
- He’s running a fever and he seems to be still hurting. - She observed as she saw him wince.
- I’m not Royal Blood, so that part is out of my hands. I’ve healed all the injuries, but his body’s reaction to them has to take it’s natural course, sorry, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it. It should take a few days, because of the amount of damage he had. Don’t worry, he’s very strong. -
- You didn’t answer my question, before you did your thing : what did they do to him? - O’Sheeah insisted, but Zan just shook his head.
- Tell me! - She demanded, sounding very much like her father, the warlord Ramthis, and like Rath-Michael himself. - He’s my brother, I want to know! -
- They ripped him inside and went clean through pounding directly against his prostate gland, which sustained massive damage, then they went straight up and they ripped him in there too, where the intestine bends. Because of the depth, either the man was very long or he used something else to do it. - Zan couldn’t look her in the eyes as he spoke to her.
- Zan I’m not a stupid child! I’m as old as you are and I know you have seen through your connection exactly what happened. I know I should be able to do it but I don’t know how to. Show me! - Zan realized she was truly Royal blooded, and yes, she deserved to know.
He took her hand and placed it over her brother’s heart, he placed his over hers to boost her up, along with joining their free hands.
- Now, close your eyes and feel his heartbeat in your palm, feel it going up your arm into your own heart, when you feel them in sync, you’ll be like one and you’ll just have to picture him in your mind to go straight into his and know everything he knows. Of course, he can block you out if he chooses to.
- Why would he do that? - She asked, intrigued.
- To protect you, so you must ask him not to and hope he accepts. - Zan watched her eyes fill with tears before she nodded.
- He will. - She said confidently.
In his pain weakened state, by the time Rath-Michael could manage the extreme effort to block them out, they had seen enough : two men, very well endowed plus a table full of sexual toys, whips included. They used everything they had in him, knowing the bleeding would only happen when they actually did it. Then as one of them played with Rath-Michael, the other one used the whip, so by the time they were about to go for it, Rath-Michael was already badly hurt and bleeding. When one of them did it, the other one tortured him making jagged, thick cuts with a weird instrument on his ass and thighs, to enhance his partner’s pleasure. As soon as the first one finished, he pulled out so the other one could stick it in right away. No wonder he had bled so bad, and he would go on suffering long after the healing. Rath-Michael gasped loudly and opened his eyes.
- Zan! How could you! O’Sheeah, why? - Rath-Michael was very upset.
- First of all I want to know why there were two men with you, the deal was with Velnas, who was the other one? - Zan was furious.
- There’s only one way I will tell you, if you swear on MY BLOOD! that this will remain between us, or I will say I was playing with your minds just to fool you. - Rath-Michael was talking with difficulty from the strained situation.
O’Sheeah and Zan locked eyes and turned back to Rath-Michael.
- We swear. - She said and Zan nodded.
- Zan, not even our fathers, and Lannie, specially her. You will block it away from your mind when you’re with them. I want no accidents, there will be no excuses! - Rath-Michael winced and shivered.
- I swear, now tell me. - Zan sighed, knowing he wouldn’t like it at all.
- It was Iteran, he’s Velnas’ cousin, the one of the swords, and you know we need both the shields and swords, and they know we do. When Iteran showed up, I knew there was some kind of foul play going on. They said it was up to me for our army to get the very best of their craft and only us, so I accepted. The condition was that no one should know they were both there with me. I gave my word. - Rath-Michael winced and shuddered, his breathing was agitated.
- All right, I know who he is, the beast you went to for the first deal. - Zan scoffed in disgust. - Are you sure this is necessary? Can’t we get someone else, perhaps even better? -
- No Zan, they are the best, trust me, we can’t risk it. Velnas’ shields have held off all the enemy weapons, unlike theirs, and Iteran’s swords are the only ones that remain in one piece. I’ve seen many enemy swords have the blade break off at the hilt, but Iteran’s, never. - Rath-Michael assured him.
- Well, what he shoved up your ass to stanch the bleeding, was up to the hilt, only the other way round, and it had no blade. - Zan said with sarcasm.
- Must have been an unfinished one, I don’t know how he gets the hilt and blade together, but they are inseparable once they’re finished. - He insisted. - I’m not risking my men’s lives. It’s not worth it. -
- Rath-Michael, those two are sick! Do you know what they did to you? What I’ve just healed? - Zan exploded.
- Of course I do! I felt it! - Rath-Michael snapped back.
- That’s enough, Zan, he doesn’t need to go through it again. Don’t worry, Rath-Michael, as far as I’m concerned, it won’t leave this room. I’ll keep it away from my mind when I’m with them, cause I guess that’s the way to block it out, right Zan? - O’Sheeah glared at Zan.
- Yes, that’s how you do it. Alright! I’ve already sworn, haven’t I? Your sister is right, you need to rest, just lie still. -
Zan laid his hands on Rath-Michael’s back and started massaging him from shoulders to thighs, feeling the sore muscles relaxing, and knowing he was easing at least some of the pain. Soon after, O’Sheeah also relaxed when her brother’s hand went limp in her hand as he fell asleep. Zan felt it too and moved to sit beside Rath-Michael, holding his other hand as they watched him spread his legs and make himself comfortable.
- Why didn’t you go to the funeral? - O’Sheeah wasn’t familiar with the Antares protocol yet.
- Because the deceased was female, so the queen and her eldest daughter were the ones expected to attend. My father and I would have had to go if the deceased had been male. That’s how it is. - Zan explained.
- Zan, do you love him? Not just the sex, I mean, him? -
- I love him. - Zan answered in a way that left her no doubts about his feelings for her brother.
There was a soft knock on the door and Zeolan and Ramthis entered the room.
- Is he alright? The servant…- Zeolan started, since Ramthis just stared at his sleeping son.
- He’s fine, the man probably lost it at the sight of blood. - Zan sounded very smug and they had no other choice but to believe him.
The subtle look between Zan and O’Sheeah went undetected. Ramthis laid his hand over his son’s heart and leant down to kiss his cheek. Zeolan patted his nephew’s shoulder and shook his head. Neither of them felt sleepy, so they decided to stay and watch Rath-Michael sleep, just to have a family bonding of sorts. Since his father came to him, Zan noticed Rath-Michael had become restless, gradually getting worse, squirming and groaning, with an obvious nightmare. He tried to pull away from the hands that held his, but they held on. Zan raised his free hand, to calm the others and closed his eyes in concentration.
- Alexandros! No, nooo…- He sobbed and O’Sheeah’s eyes were watering at the way her brother was now gripping her hand.
On instinct, she leant over and kissed it, and immediately, Rath-Michael eased his hold enough not to cause her any discomfort. Zan gripped back as hard as he could, making his cousin know he had a male hand in his, to match the name he was calling. Like his sister had done, he brought his lips to it, but instead, he talked against it.
- I’m here with you, Rath-Michael. I love you. - Zan felt him relaxing, though he winced and moaned a few times until he was resting again. They noticed Ramthis had paled, so he had to know what it was about.
- Father, who is Alexandros? - O’Sheeah faced her father, and he sighed and nodded.
- Remember last month, when we were informed about that army who was attacking out of what looked like they were completely enclosed in metal? I sent a spy before we faced them to know what we would be dealing with and checked on the computer what I got from the mental image he gave me. I had a great warrior from Earth summoned here as he was the only one I found who could tell us what it was about. He stayed at the barracks with us for almost three days and explained it was called a “phalanx”. The soldiers were in a square formation but very close together. Their shields would cover every side and from the second line on every direction to the centre, the shields were held up flat, so there was no way any weapon of any kind could slip through. Their sword were in their scabbards, for the unlikely but possible eventuality that they were breached. They all held long spears coming out all around and over so they were invincible. He said this army was called the Sacred Band and came from the city of Thebes. He admired them and called them the perfect army. So I asked him if he had ever fought them, and he said he hadn’t. Then I asked how could we defeat them, and he just thought quietely for a while, trying to find a suitable answer. Rath-Michael came right then and they just hit it off from the second they met. I filled Rath-Michael in, with what we were about, and he just needed a couple of seconds to come up with an answer.
“We form in a wedge, and we ram into any side. That should break them up.”
Alexandros was very impressed, and said he was absolutely right, it was the only way, but the men in front of the wedge would be sacrificed. We had to confess about my shield, which would easily be extended to six men, the tip of the wedge to the third line, and that would get us in. We did it in training and it worked fine and did so too in the battlefield. Those two really bonded, in those few days, you see, Alexandros liked boys…sorry Zan…and when he left, I checked the computer adjusting the timing, and I realized than some years after he was with us, he did face the Thebans and defeated them just like Rath-Michael had allowed us to. I’m glad it worked for him too. I was checking him out again tonight and found out he had died at the young age of 33, after conquering everything within his reach in his time. He seemed to catch some disease which his healers had no way of treating, or even recognizing, then. I was sad to find out, and Rath-Michael probably got it from me when I touched him. I never meant to upset him…I better go. - And without another word, both the warlord and the king left the room.
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Chapter 231
O’Sheeah and Zan lay back on either side of Rath-Michael, and finally fell asleep both their heads on the boy’s shoulders and his hands in theirs. Zan found himself facing his angry sister.
“Zan! What’s going on with Rath-Michael? He is with this strange man, I’m sure I’ve never seen before, because he has blond hair, almost like mine!”
Zan patiently told her what had happened and who the man must be.
“Take me there, Lonnie, I want to see. It’s my right.” Zan demanded.
“No, it’s MY right! And only if you tell me what happened at the deal that I can easily see you are stalling.” She snapped back.
“Alright, I promise I will.” Zan assured her.
Vilandra grabbed his hand and they closed their eyes. When they opened it, they found themselves in one of the lakes, only this one was deep in a bend and the farthest one from the castle and the barracks too. She had never been down there because she was scared both going down or climbing out, though Rath-Michael had offered to carry her down in his arms and out on his back. Of course for two guys it was easy and private, cause anyone rarely went that far, except for specific reasons, and there were none in her dream.
“Will they see us?” Whispered Zan, a little uncomfortable.
“Not unless I choose them too, and they can’t hear us either.” She confirmed.
Zan sighed in relief. They floated down and stationed themselves near enough not to miss a detail both in audio and video. Rath-Michael lay dripping wet on the warm sand with Alexandros kneeling between his spread thighs, hovering over him and sliding his hands all over the boy’s back. Rath-Michael sighed.
“Good?” The man asked.
“Yesss…” Rath-Michael hissed, writhing in pleasure under his touch.
“Lie still then…” Alexandros spanked him playfully but hard.
“Owww!” The boy protested chuckling.
“Oh, so you like to be punished?” He asked.
“Why? What did I do wrong?” Rath-Michael wondered.
“You found out how to break the phalanx before I did! I can’t forgive that!” Alexandros laughed.
“Then I deserve it! Give it to me hard!” The boy bucked and pressed his naked ass against the man’s erection and rubbed himself there.
Alexandros’ hands went around Rath-Michael’s stomach as he expertly pushed into him. His precum was just beginning to flow, so he wasn’t that slick yet and the boy gasped with the sudden pain. The man said some foreign word that sounded like a curse, and let go to spit in his hand and use it to lubricate himself. He let a glob of saliva drop directly from his mouth to the point of entry, as the head of his cock was still inside Rath-Michael. He rimmed him with his fingertip making sure he was quite slippery and shoved. He buried it deep as Rath-Michael winced, shutting his eyes tight and couldn’t help moaning. Alexandros held him close to him.
“I’m sorry I was rough, I’ll wait for you. Tell me when you’re ready.” He kissed his shoulders and hair.
Then he leant over and kissed his cheek moving to the corner of his lips. Rath-Michael turned over his shoulder and met his mouth in a gentle kiss. Alexandros took it as an invitation and pulled slowly out and back in again. The boy growled into his mouth and he started going in and out of him as Rath-Michael matched his thrusts. Alexandros grabbed his butt and spread him to watch himself sliding into him. The boy clenched hard and could feel how much the man was enjoying him. The head of his cock skimmed over his prostate each time he plunged in and was driving him wild. He was finding it hard to hold back, so he just let go and his spasms told the man what he was doing to him.
“Yes, yes, come for me, I love to feel you come!” Alexandros pushed deep and jabbed shortly, making the boy feel his whole length as he came. When he was finishing, the man began a lazy pace, almost out and back in. Rath-Michael couldn’t believe the coming feeling stayed with him and it was amazing how good it felt. He wanted to come again right away, but Alexandros knew what he was doing and kept him there, dying with pleasure. He was now pulling it completely out and back in, so slowly, pressing it against his prostate and grinding into it a few times before driving it al the way back in. Alexandros began pounding harder into him and Rath-Michael felt it throbbing and pulsing, ready to come. Then it was jabbing into his g-spot non stop and he just went over the edge again, bucking hard and begging him to join him with his body language. Rath-Michael lost it just seconds before he squeezed it out of his lover, who was pounding into him hard, keeping him coming for as long as he did too. Alexandros stayed on his knees, behind Rath-Michael, watching his hands kneading the boy’s ass, and spreading him with every stroke, showing himself buried deep into him. He waited until he started sliding out of him, then lying back beside him and chuckling when the boy lay over him covering him with his body. Alexandros caressed his cheek and pushed a finger into his mouth, as his other hand roamed his back.
“I will miss you so much when I go back to my world. You remind me of Hephaistion. He’s been my friend since we were children. He’s older than you, about my age, but you’re as tall as him. We’re very close.”
“I wish I had someone like that. I only have my cousin Zan, he’s a few years older than me, he has sex with me, like you, but I’m not sure if he loves me. Sometimes I feel that he does, but then he can be cruel to me, and I just don’t know what to think. He likes to hurt me, I don’t mind, I like it too, but not when he’s angry with me, cause then the pain is bad, different.
Is that how it should be? Is your friend like that?” Rath-Michael asked.
“No, he’s just like me, we agree with everything, and we’re together all the time.” Alexandros told him.
“I’m sure Geehan loves me, but he’s a slave. To me he’s a friend, but they don’t understand it. To everyone else, he’s just a servant, because he’s black.” Rath-Michael explained.
“In my world, some of the people from Egypt are very dark and they say the people down south from them are black, and they have big…”
“Yes they do.” Rath-Michael finished for him, chuckling.
“Oh no, you haven’t! You wouldn’t be so tight!” Alexandros laughed.
“It’s because I keep tight to make it good for him and for you.” He said.
“But it must be very painful for you.” Alexandros observed.
“Yes, but it hurts good. It makes me come much better.” Rath-Michael confessed.
“Let me show you it can be just as good without pain.” He cupped Rath-
Michael’s chin and pulled his face up for a kiss. He rolled the boy on his side and moving from under him, he went around behind him as he rolled back face down. He slid his hand up Rath-Michael’s thighs and pushed his finger into him to make sure he was slick with his juices. Still he ate him out until he was just as slick outside too.
“Just relax, if I feel you squeezing I will stop, and if you go on, I’ll pull out.”
Then he started easing it into him, very gently.
“Don’t do it!” Alexandros scolded, stopping and spanking him hard with both hands.
“I’m not, I swear!” Rath-Michael assured him, wincing. “Look!”
He squeezed and relaxed and Alexandros felt the slight difference.
“You’re right, you’re so tight…now let me love you.”
Vilandra and Zan watched Alexandros make love to Rath-Michael in his own gentle way, which made the boy last as long as he did, and they came almost together, only increasing the pace at the end when both needed it. Vilandra stopped the dreamwalk as they got ready to climb out. Zan woke up with a start and rolled to spoon into Rath-Michael’s side. He kissed his cousin’s shoulder and whispered “I love you” against it. Rath-Michael squeezed his hand and smirked in his sleep.
Next day Vilandra and her mother arrived early in the morning. They went straight to Rath-Michael’s room and found him asleep over most of Zan, who was awake watching him sleep, as was O’Sheeah, spooned behind him on the other side. Both were caressening what was available to them of the boy’s body, assuring him a peaceful sleep with their loving touch. Knowing they didn’t need to whisper with Rath-Michael, they greeted them and found out the decent version for the queen’s sake. She kissed her nephew on the cheek and left to find her husband.
- All right, spill it out! - Vilandra demanded, and Zan had to comply. O’Sheeah had no idea what was going on with the siblings so she just thought Vilandra was exercising her right to know about Rath-Michael’s ordeals. Vilandra sat with her free hand covering her face. When Zan finished passing on the information, she let go of his hand and wiped the tears from her reddened eyes. Of course, the issues with Iteran had been completely blocked away, leaving Velnas as the sole perpetrator. Vilandra brushed the hair from Rath-Michael’s face and kissed him. The boy responded automatically, used to sleeping with her since he was a baby.
- I wish I could keep everyone from ever hurting you again for the rest of your life…- She whispered into his mouth and he moaned as he sucked her tongue.
- Lonnie, dear? - The queen walked into the room. - Remember we must pay our respects to Lady Arensas’ daughter and provide for her new-born child. I’ll be waiting for you girls downstairs, hurry up! -
- What was that about? - O’Sheeah asked as soon as they were left alone.
- Protocol! - Vilandra sighed. - Alright, let’s go. -
- Wait, wasn’t the daughter at her mother’s funeral? What is she doing here? - It just didn’t make sense to her.
- You’re not listening! She gave birth five days ago, she was in no condition to travel, that’s why she stayed here with her husband who is a soldier in our army! C’mon! The faster we go, the sooner we’ll be back! - Vilandra coaxed.
Vilandra waved her hand changing O’Sheeah’s and her clothes into the silver robes for the sympathy visit, just as the queen had been wearing, and headed for the door.
- Must I go? - O’Sheeah asked, reluctant to leave Rath-Michael’s side.
- Please, O’Sheeah, at least I will have someone to talk to about anything other than the deceased, whom I didn’t even know! And together, we might find a way to get my mother away sooner than having me throw a fit and foam at the mouth! -
Vilandra ended with a sigh echoed by O’Sheeah’s, as she joined her at the door and held onto her hand in defeat.
- Zan, if you dare move away from here or do anything to upset him, I will have you foaming at the mouth! It’s a promise! - Vilandra threatened.
Zan sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes and shaking his head to end with a loud scoff. As Vilandra closed the door, he gave it an extra push, slamming it behind her. She opened it again and glared at her brother, who gave her an innocent look.
- Must have been a draught…- He knew she hadn’t bought it at all, but he couldn’t care less. Rath-Michael was all his, for at least a couple of hours. His father was busy with his uncle Ramthis right now, making sure the shield deal was all in order, and that would take most of the day. Zan was thinking of a way to send Iteran back the bloody hilt anonymously and hope it managed to give him a jolt of some kind. Probably just a loss of time, the bastard knew where he stood.
Rath-Michael moaned as he slid off Zan to lie beside him, facing the other way and push his butt into his cousin’s bony hip. Zan responded right away to the younger boy’s demands, pressing himself against his back. He started caressing him and was immediately turned on by the way Rath-Michael writhed, purred, and rubbed against him, making his erection bloat to its full size in seconds. To hell with Vilandra! He wasn’t upsetting him, was he? He knew Rath-Michael would be on his side on this.
- Rath-Michael…Rath-Michael…- Zan chanted into his hair.
- Zan…- Rath-Michael bucked, growling as his cousin’s hand travelled up along his arm over his head, and pushed his fingers between his in a tight grasp, but Rath-Michael’s grip made him yelp before he eased it. Zan’s other hand was pulling his cousin’s thigh higher to ease the entry and the boy let Zan handle him as he wanted. Zan’s hand rose up the silky inside, which made his fingers tingle, then he placed the fingertip of his index delicately on the, so far, relaxed opening, to feel it contract the second he made contact. Zan frowned, continuing his explorations, and ended digging his fingers into the firm muscles of Rath-Michael’s butt. Zan spread him and pushed, as the head of his cock was spewing pre-cum. As usual, he had to force his way into the boy’s tight ass, making him gasp and shudder.
- Please, Rath-Michael, relax for me as you did for Alexandros. - He begged.
- Make it hurt…- The boy whispered.
- No, I don’t want to hurt you! - Zan just wanted to know what the man had felt.
- But I like it…- Rath-Michael whined.
- Please? For me? - Zan pleaded, as the boy scoffed and then he felt such a small difference, that he thought he was still holding back.
- Rath-Michael, please? - He insisted.
- I’m relaxed! What do you want me, to drop dead? - Rath-Michael protested.
Zan shoved hard and felt their bodies come together with their double grunt.
“Yes,” Zan thought, “the man had been right! He is so tight, so what’s the difference?”
He found out, along the way, that Rath-Michael was lasting much longer without coming, and when he finally did, Zan was able to almost catch up with him. So instead of coming twice for Zan’s one time, he only came once too, taking longer to get there. No wonder he liked the other way better, and to be honest, so did he. Although the love making had been continuous and lazy, extremely sensuous, without the halfway interruption of Rath-Michael’s first orgasm, which actually boosted Zan up for the second one, and he was so used to it that he really missed it, he couldn’t complain either. The constant long deep strokes with no violence whatsoever, and no increase in pace except at the end, had eventually brought them to a climax, but even Zan had to admit he had taken longer than he usually did. The aftermath had the same lazy quality, and as Zan felt himself slipping out, he pushed his face over the boy’s shoulder and captured is lips. It was a soft, sweet kiss, thankful and understanding.
- Thank you, and you were right…- Zan spoke what his kiss had already said.
- It was alright…kind of lame, though…- Rath-Michael moaned.
Zan laughed goodnaturedly at the boy’s lack of enthusiasm, assuring them both that a repetition of that kind was highly improbable. He rolled Rath-Michael completely on his stomach and knelt behind him, deciding to give him a bonus. The boy’s ass was already up in the air as Zan’s hands went over, one to spread and one to prod. His forefinger went in as deep as it could and after pumping it a few times, it was joined by the middle finger, screwing in and out in both directions, relishing in the vice like grip, to end aggressively grinding and jabbing into the prostate, bringing Rath-Michael into a violent orgasm that left him whimpering and sobbing. He wrapped his arms around his belly and dropped back on the bed, wincing and breathing in gasps.
When Zan’s mental-digital orgasm ended, bringing him back to reality, he was horrified to see the severe pain Rath-Michael was suffering.
- Oh no! What did I do to you! Vilandra is going to kill me, and I totally deserve it! I’m an idiot! - Zan was going into shock.
- Hey!...Stop the drama!...You sound just like Lannie!…I was already hurting…don’t blame yourself! - Rath-Michael said haltingly.
- I’m so sorry, Rath-Michael, you were so badly hurt just hours ago and I go and hurt you again, what kind of a healer am I that I just make it even worse for you? - Zan wept openly.
- You know you’re…a lousy healer,…you can’t take away…the pain, so what?...You’re mine…and I don’t mind…I can take it…if you’re here with me…- Rath-Michael teased him, jokingly, in spite of his torture. - Come, …just hold me…that will make it better…give me your hand…- Rath-Michael took Zan’s hand and placed it in his lower abdomen, then he put his hand over Zan’s, pressing it to him, where the pain was worse. It was searing and it transfixed him, burning all the way through. Zan felt the younger boy shivering and felt very guilty, but just as Rath-Michael had said, he gradually started relaxing as the pain eased down to a dull throb. Zan rolled them on their sides, maintaining their hands in the soothing position, and soon after the boy started surrendering to a deep sleep, rolling back onto his stomach so Zan ended spooned into his side. Zan wasn’t a bed person, like Rath-Michael, and soon got up and went to the window to see what the citadel was about. He saw Geehan restlessly pacing at the yard in front of the castle, stealing looks every now and then at Rath-Michael’s window. Zan waved him up and saw the black man’s face change to all teeth as he grinned in relief. He must have taken the stairs five at a time because he was there in record time.
- How is he? - He asked with his eyes glued on the boy.
- He’s still sleeping and I hope he will do so for several hours yet. -
Geehan nodded and sat on the bed opposite Zan, caressing the sleeping boy’s back. Rath-Michael responded with the same familiarity as he did with his cousins and sister. He groaned and snuggled enjoying the intimate touch. Zan was amazed at his lack of jealousy where this man was concerned, taking him for granted as his sister did. He had seen him love his cousin and his feelings for the boy were so open, that there was no way of mistaking them for anything else. Geehan would never betray Rath-Michael, or get ambitious for power of any kind. He simply adored him.
- Geehan, tell me about Alexandros. - Zan deadpanned.
The slave was taken completely by surprise. It was supposed to be a very private maneuver of Lord Ramthis, only his son and the king knew who he was, he was sure.
- It’s alright, Uncle Ramthis told me about him last night. Rath-Michael was calling him in his sleep, accidentally taking him from his father’s mind when he touched him. - Zan explained.
- Why should Lord Ramthis be thinking about him? - Geehan had a weird look in his eyes that screamed suspicion.
- Uncle Ramthis had been checking him out in the computer and found out he had died from a strange weakening illness at the age of 33. Rath-Michael was quite affected. I connected with him and saw his dream with Alexandros. They were very close for just three days…Zan observed.
- They were so alike, that they just…clicked after a few words. As if they had known each other all their lives. It was uncanny, Lord Ramthis was thrilled at the way they discussed strategies and in spite of the age difference, they coincided in everything. Rather short for a warrior, but what he lacked in size he made up in his clear mind. He said Rath-Michael was the perfect warrior, tall, clever and brave. He had all it took. He admitted he was lacking in size, which was his curse. - Geehan smiled sadly.
- They got very close…physically, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. You didn’t mind it…at all? - Zan asked and watched the black slave shake his head in denial.
- He would never hurt him. He looked at him with such love in his eyes…I knew how much he wanted him, craved him. I could also tell he would do anything to please him. I’m sorry he died, at least it wasn’t violently. But as alike as they are, Rath-Michael wouldn’t like that for himself. He’s not the kind that will go down without a fight. He will die hard. Nothing’s easy for him. Never has been and never will be. - Geehan shook his head.
Zan shuddered at the prophetic sound of Geehan’s words.
O’Sheeah and Zan lay back on either side of Rath-Michael, and finally fell asleep both their heads on the boy’s shoulders and his hands in theirs. Zan found himself facing his angry sister.
“Zan! What’s going on with Rath-Michael? He is with this strange man, I’m sure I’ve never seen before, because he has blond hair, almost like mine!”
Zan patiently told her what had happened and who the man must be.
“Take me there, Lonnie, I want to see. It’s my right.” Zan demanded.
“No, it’s MY right! And only if you tell me what happened at the deal that I can easily see you are stalling.” She snapped back.
“Alright, I promise I will.” Zan assured her.
Vilandra grabbed his hand and they closed their eyes. When they opened it, they found themselves in one of the lakes, only this one was deep in a bend and the farthest one from the castle and the barracks too. She had never been down there because she was scared both going down or climbing out, though Rath-Michael had offered to carry her down in his arms and out on his back. Of course for two guys it was easy and private, cause anyone rarely went that far, except for specific reasons, and there were none in her dream.
“Will they see us?” Whispered Zan, a little uncomfortable.
“Not unless I choose them too, and they can’t hear us either.” She confirmed.
Zan sighed in relief. They floated down and stationed themselves near enough not to miss a detail both in audio and video. Rath-Michael lay dripping wet on the warm sand with Alexandros kneeling between his spread thighs, hovering over him and sliding his hands all over the boy’s back. Rath-Michael sighed.
“Good?” The man asked.
“Yesss…” Rath-Michael hissed, writhing in pleasure under his touch.
“Lie still then…” Alexandros spanked him playfully but hard.
“Owww!” The boy protested chuckling.
“Oh, so you like to be punished?” He asked.
“Why? What did I do wrong?” Rath-Michael wondered.
“You found out how to break the phalanx before I did! I can’t forgive that!” Alexandros laughed.
“Then I deserve it! Give it to me hard!” The boy bucked and pressed his naked ass against the man’s erection and rubbed himself there.
Alexandros’ hands went around Rath-Michael’s stomach as he expertly pushed into him. His precum was just beginning to flow, so he wasn’t that slick yet and the boy gasped with the sudden pain. The man said some foreign word that sounded like a curse, and let go to spit in his hand and use it to lubricate himself. He let a glob of saliva drop directly from his mouth to the point of entry, as the head of his cock was still inside Rath-Michael. He rimmed him with his fingertip making sure he was quite slippery and shoved. He buried it deep as Rath-Michael winced, shutting his eyes tight and couldn’t help moaning. Alexandros held him close to him.
“I’m sorry I was rough, I’ll wait for you. Tell me when you’re ready.” He kissed his shoulders and hair.
Then he leant over and kissed his cheek moving to the corner of his lips. Rath-Michael turned over his shoulder and met his mouth in a gentle kiss. Alexandros took it as an invitation and pulled slowly out and back in again. The boy growled into his mouth and he started going in and out of him as Rath-Michael matched his thrusts. Alexandros grabbed his butt and spread him to watch himself sliding into him. The boy clenched hard and could feel how much the man was enjoying him. The head of his cock skimmed over his prostate each time he plunged in and was driving him wild. He was finding it hard to hold back, so he just let go and his spasms told the man what he was doing to him.
“Yes, yes, come for me, I love to feel you come!” Alexandros pushed deep and jabbed shortly, making the boy feel his whole length as he came. When he was finishing, the man began a lazy pace, almost out and back in. Rath-Michael couldn’t believe the coming feeling stayed with him and it was amazing how good it felt. He wanted to come again right away, but Alexandros knew what he was doing and kept him there, dying with pleasure. He was now pulling it completely out and back in, so slowly, pressing it against his prostate and grinding into it a few times before driving it al the way back in. Alexandros began pounding harder into him and Rath-Michael felt it throbbing and pulsing, ready to come. Then it was jabbing into his g-spot non stop and he just went over the edge again, bucking hard and begging him to join him with his body language. Rath-Michael lost it just seconds before he squeezed it out of his lover, who was pounding into him hard, keeping him coming for as long as he did too. Alexandros stayed on his knees, behind Rath-Michael, watching his hands kneading the boy’s ass, and spreading him with every stroke, showing himself buried deep into him. He waited until he started sliding out of him, then lying back beside him and chuckling when the boy lay over him covering him with his body. Alexandros caressed his cheek and pushed a finger into his mouth, as his other hand roamed his back.
“I will miss you so much when I go back to my world. You remind me of Hephaistion. He’s been my friend since we were children. He’s older than you, about my age, but you’re as tall as him. We’re very close.”
“I wish I had someone like that. I only have my cousin Zan, he’s a few years older than me, he has sex with me, like you, but I’m not sure if he loves me. Sometimes I feel that he does, but then he can be cruel to me, and I just don’t know what to think. He likes to hurt me, I don’t mind, I like it too, but not when he’s angry with me, cause then the pain is bad, different.
Is that how it should be? Is your friend like that?” Rath-Michael asked.
“No, he’s just like me, we agree with everything, and we’re together all the time.” Alexandros told him.
“I’m sure Geehan loves me, but he’s a slave. To me he’s a friend, but they don’t understand it. To everyone else, he’s just a servant, because he’s black.” Rath-Michael explained.
“In my world, some of the people from Egypt are very dark and they say the people down south from them are black, and they have big…”
“Yes they do.” Rath-Michael finished for him, chuckling.
“Oh no, you haven’t! You wouldn’t be so tight!” Alexandros laughed.
“It’s because I keep tight to make it good for him and for you.” He said.
“But it must be very painful for you.” Alexandros observed.
“Yes, but it hurts good. It makes me come much better.” Rath-Michael confessed.
“Let me show you it can be just as good without pain.” He cupped Rath-
Michael’s chin and pulled his face up for a kiss. He rolled the boy on his side and moving from under him, he went around behind him as he rolled back face down. He slid his hand up Rath-Michael’s thighs and pushed his finger into him to make sure he was slick with his juices. Still he ate him out until he was just as slick outside too.
“Just relax, if I feel you squeezing I will stop, and if you go on, I’ll pull out.”
Then he started easing it into him, very gently.
“Don’t do it!” Alexandros scolded, stopping and spanking him hard with both hands.
“I’m not, I swear!” Rath-Michael assured him, wincing. “Look!”
He squeezed and relaxed and Alexandros felt the slight difference.
“You’re right, you’re so tight…now let me love you.”
Vilandra and Zan watched Alexandros make love to Rath-Michael in his own gentle way, which made the boy last as long as he did, and they came almost together, only increasing the pace at the end when both needed it. Vilandra stopped the dreamwalk as they got ready to climb out. Zan woke up with a start and rolled to spoon into Rath-Michael’s side. He kissed his cousin’s shoulder and whispered “I love you” against it. Rath-Michael squeezed his hand and smirked in his sleep.
Next day Vilandra and her mother arrived early in the morning. They went straight to Rath-Michael’s room and found him asleep over most of Zan, who was awake watching him sleep, as was O’Sheeah, spooned behind him on the other side. Both were caressening what was available to them of the boy’s body, assuring him a peaceful sleep with their loving touch. Knowing they didn’t need to whisper with Rath-Michael, they greeted them and found out the decent version for the queen’s sake. She kissed her nephew on the cheek and left to find her husband.
- All right, spill it out! - Vilandra demanded, and Zan had to comply. O’Sheeah had no idea what was going on with the siblings so she just thought Vilandra was exercising her right to know about Rath-Michael’s ordeals. Vilandra sat with her free hand covering her face. When Zan finished passing on the information, she let go of his hand and wiped the tears from her reddened eyes. Of course, the issues with Iteran had been completely blocked away, leaving Velnas as the sole perpetrator. Vilandra brushed the hair from Rath-Michael’s face and kissed him. The boy responded automatically, used to sleeping with her since he was a baby.
- I wish I could keep everyone from ever hurting you again for the rest of your life…- She whispered into his mouth and he moaned as he sucked her tongue.
- Lonnie, dear? - The queen walked into the room. - Remember we must pay our respects to Lady Arensas’ daughter and provide for her new-born child. I’ll be waiting for you girls downstairs, hurry up! -
- What was that about? - O’Sheeah asked as soon as they were left alone.
- Protocol! - Vilandra sighed. - Alright, let’s go. -
- Wait, wasn’t the daughter at her mother’s funeral? What is she doing here? - It just didn’t make sense to her.
- You’re not listening! She gave birth five days ago, she was in no condition to travel, that’s why she stayed here with her husband who is a soldier in our army! C’mon! The faster we go, the sooner we’ll be back! - Vilandra coaxed.
Vilandra waved her hand changing O’Sheeah’s and her clothes into the silver robes for the sympathy visit, just as the queen had been wearing, and headed for the door.
- Must I go? - O’Sheeah asked, reluctant to leave Rath-Michael’s side.
- Please, O’Sheeah, at least I will have someone to talk to about anything other than the deceased, whom I didn’t even know! And together, we might find a way to get my mother away sooner than having me throw a fit and foam at the mouth! -
Vilandra ended with a sigh echoed by O’Sheeah’s, as she joined her at the door and held onto her hand in defeat.
- Zan, if you dare move away from here or do anything to upset him, I will have you foaming at the mouth! It’s a promise! - Vilandra threatened.
Zan sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes and shaking his head to end with a loud scoff. As Vilandra closed the door, he gave it an extra push, slamming it behind her. She opened it again and glared at her brother, who gave her an innocent look.
- Must have been a draught…- He knew she hadn’t bought it at all, but he couldn’t care less. Rath-Michael was all his, for at least a couple of hours. His father was busy with his uncle Ramthis right now, making sure the shield deal was all in order, and that would take most of the day. Zan was thinking of a way to send Iteran back the bloody hilt anonymously and hope it managed to give him a jolt of some kind. Probably just a loss of time, the bastard knew where he stood.
Rath-Michael moaned as he slid off Zan to lie beside him, facing the other way and push his butt into his cousin’s bony hip. Zan responded right away to the younger boy’s demands, pressing himself against his back. He started caressing him and was immediately turned on by the way Rath-Michael writhed, purred, and rubbed against him, making his erection bloat to its full size in seconds. To hell with Vilandra! He wasn’t upsetting him, was he? He knew Rath-Michael would be on his side on this.
- Rath-Michael…Rath-Michael…- Zan chanted into his hair.
- Zan…- Rath-Michael bucked, growling as his cousin’s hand travelled up along his arm over his head, and pushed his fingers between his in a tight grasp, but Rath-Michael’s grip made him yelp before he eased it. Zan’s other hand was pulling his cousin’s thigh higher to ease the entry and the boy let Zan handle him as he wanted. Zan’s hand rose up the silky inside, which made his fingers tingle, then he placed the fingertip of his index delicately on the, so far, relaxed opening, to feel it contract the second he made contact. Zan frowned, continuing his explorations, and ended digging his fingers into the firm muscles of Rath-Michael’s butt. Zan spread him and pushed, as the head of his cock was spewing pre-cum. As usual, he had to force his way into the boy’s tight ass, making him gasp and shudder.
- Please, Rath-Michael, relax for me as you did for Alexandros. - He begged.
- Make it hurt…- The boy whispered.
- No, I don’t want to hurt you! - Zan just wanted to know what the man had felt.
- But I like it…- Rath-Michael whined.
- Please? For me? - Zan pleaded, as the boy scoffed and then he felt such a small difference, that he thought he was still holding back.
- Rath-Michael, please? - He insisted.
- I’m relaxed! What do you want me, to drop dead? - Rath-Michael protested.
Zan shoved hard and felt their bodies come together with their double grunt.
“Yes,” Zan thought, “the man had been right! He is so tight, so what’s the difference?”
He found out, along the way, that Rath-Michael was lasting much longer without coming, and when he finally did, Zan was able to almost catch up with him. So instead of coming twice for Zan’s one time, he only came once too, taking longer to get there. No wonder he liked the other way better, and to be honest, so did he. Although the love making had been continuous and lazy, extremely sensuous, without the halfway interruption of Rath-Michael’s first orgasm, which actually boosted Zan up for the second one, and he was so used to it that he really missed it, he couldn’t complain either. The constant long deep strokes with no violence whatsoever, and no increase in pace except at the end, had eventually brought them to a climax, but even Zan had to admit he had taken longer than he usually did. The aftermath had the same lazy quality, and as Zan felt himself slipping out, he pushed his face over the boy’s shoulder and captured is lips. It was a soft, sweet kiss, thankful and understanding.
- Thank you, and you were right…- Zan spoke what his kiss had already said.
- It was alright…kind of lame, though…- Rath-Michael moaned.
Zan laughed goodnaturedly at the boy’s lack of enthusiasm, assuring them both that a repetition of that kind was highly improbable. He rolled Rath-Michael completely on his stomach and knelt behind him, deciding to give him a bonus. The boy’s ass was already up in the air as Zan’s hands went over, one to spread and one to prod. His forefinger went in as deep as it could and after pumping it a few times, it was joined by the middle finger, screwing in and out in both directions, relishing in the vice like grip, to end aggressively grinding and jabbing into the prostate, bringing Rath-Michael into a violent orgasm that left him whimpering and sobbing. He wrapped his arms around his belly and dropped back on the bed, wincing and breathing in gasps.
When Zan’s mental-digital orgasm ended, bringing him back to reality, he was horrified to see the severe pain Rath-Michael was suffering.
- Oh no! What did I do to you! Vilandra is going to kill me, and I totally deserve it! I’m an idiot! - Zan was going into shock.
- Hey!...Stop the drama!...You sound just like Lannie!…I was already hurting…don’t blame yourself! - Rath-Michael said haltingly.
- I’m so sorry, Rath-Michael, you were so badly hurt just hours ago and I go and hurt you again, what kind of a healer am I that I just make it even worse for you? - Zan wept openly.
- You know you’re…a lousy healer,…you can’t take away…the pain, so what?...You’re mine…and I don’t mind…I can take it…if you’re here with me…- Rath-Michael teased him, jokingly, in spite of his torture. - Come, …just hold me…that will make it better…give me your hand…- Rath-Michael took Zan’s hand and placed it in his lower abdomen, then he put his hand over Zan’s, pressing it to him, where the pain was worse. It was searing and it transfixed him, burning all the way through. Zan felt the younger boy shivering and felt very guilty, but just as Rath-Michael had said, he gradually started relaxing as the pain eased down to a dull throb. Zan rolled them on their sides, maintaining their hands in the soothing position, and soon after the boy started surrendering to a deep sleep, rolling back onto his stomach so Zan ended spooned into his side. Zan wasn’t a bed person, like Rath-Michael, and soon got up and went to the window to see what the citadel was about. He saw Geehan restlessly pacing at the yard in front of the castle, stealing looks every now and then at Rath-Michael’s window. Zan waved him up and saw the black man’s face change to all teeth as he grinned in relief. He must have taken the stairs five at a time because he was there in record time.
- How is he? - He asked with his eyes glued on the boy.
- He’s still sleeping and I hope he will do so for several hours yet. -
Geehan nodded and sat on the bed opposite Zan, caressing the sleeping boy’s back. Rath-Michael responded with the same familiarity as he did with his cousins and sister. He groaned and snuggled enjoying the intimate touch. Zan was amazed at his lack of jealousy where this man was concerned, taking him for granted as his sister did. He had seen him love his cousin and his feelings for the boy were so open, that there was no way of mistaking them for anything else. Geehan would never betray Rath-Michael, or get ambitious for power of any kind. He simply adored him.
- Geehan, tell me about Alexandros. - Zan deadpanned.
The slave was taken completely by surprise. It was supposed to be a very private maneuver of Lord Ramthis, only his son and the king knew who he was, he was sure.
- It’s alright, Uncle Ramthis told me about him last night. Rath-Michael was calling him in his sleep, accidentally taking him from his father’s mind when he touched him. - Zan explained.
- Why should Lord Ramthis be thinking about him? - Geehan had a weird look in his eyes that screamed suspicion.
- Uncle Ramthis had been checking him out in the computer and found out he had died from a strange weakening illness at the age of 33. Rath-Michael was quite affected. I connected with him and saw his dream with Alexandros. They were very close for just three days…Zan observed.
- They were so alike, that they just…clicked after a few words. As if they had known each other all their lives. It was uncanny, Lord Ramthis was thrilled at the way they discussed strategies and in spite of the age difference, they coincided in everything. Rather short for a warrior, but what he lacked in size he made up in his clear mind. He said Rath-Michael was the perfect warrior, tall, clever and brave. He had all it took. He admitted he was lacking in size, which was his curse. - Geehan smiled sadly.
- They got very close…physically, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. You didn’t mind it…at all? - Zan asked and watched the black slave shake his head in denial.
- He would never hurt him. He looked at him with such love in his eyes…I knew how much he wanted him, craved him. I could also tell he would do anything to please him. I’m sorry he died, at least it wasn’t violently. But as alike as they are, Rath-Michael wouldn’t like that for himself. He’s not the kind that will go down without a fight. He will die hard. Nothing’s easy for him. Never has been and never will be. - Geehan shook his head.
Zan shuddered at the prophetic sound of Geehan’s words.
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Chapter 232
O’Sheeah came into the room and told Zan that he was required downstairs by his father at the dining room. His mother and sister were there waiting for him. Geehan got up and respectfully retreated to the door and left. O’Sheeah went to sit by her sleeping brother and took his hand in hers. She felt this mild electric jolt that tickled her hand and a bright light made her close her eyes. When she opened them, she was lying on the deck chair with the bright sun in her eyes as it had just cleared the parasol, and her hand was hanging by the side of the chair holding Michael’s. She sat up in alarm and it took her some time to realize where she was and what had happened. She heard female voices behind her and recognized them. Isabel and Serena were setting the table with the salad bowls and had the sherbets and lemonade in a cooler. She got up slowly, letting go of Michael’s hand to join them.
- Hey, you sure had a nice snooze! - Isabel smiled brightly at her.
Laurie just shook her head and stared back at Isabel.
- Laurie, is something wrong? - Isabel’s voice rose, catching Serena’s attention, who came to them.
- Laurie, dear, what is it? - Serena took both her hands in hers and felt the tingle of electricity remaining from her flash. Serena let go one of her hands and grabbed Isabel’s who got the message and took Laurie’s forming the circle connection. In a matter of seconds they got all the feedback and had to go and sit down to get it all together. They were shuddering, just as Zan had, at Geehan’s words.
- The black man…he was so close to the truth. I remember him from my first flashes, when Nicholas forced him to stay in the dungeon and do those sick things to Michael…Rath-Michael…he had to obey, but the tears were running down like rain from his eyes. I know he was the one who took his body away that night when they came to get us to be cloned. - Isabel said.
- Yes, and I was there too, we were all invisible, thanks to our spy infiltrated with Khivar’s scientists. That’s why they never knew how we got your bodies back. - Serena smiled sadly.
They sighed and turned to look at Michael, Geehan’s words in their minds.
- We better wake our baby up and feed him, it’s almost 1:30pm and the chopper will be here before 3:00pm. I don’t want Maria pouncing on him on a still full stomach. - Serena giggled.
- Well, salads and sherbet should be an easy and fast digestion, he should be ready for her by the time they arrive. - Isabel got up and grabbed her towel using it to whack Michael’s ass when she arrived at the pool. Michael jerked and gasped, but slept on.
- Wake up, babyboy! Lunch is ready! I’ll zap you on three…one, two, three!-
Isabel zapped his ass just hard enough to wake him.
- Yes, Zan…give it to me hard…- Michael whispered.
- I’m not Zan but if you want it hard…no problem. - Isabel walked behind him and zapped him high up between the thighs straight to his balls.
- Shit! - Michael rolled sideways to get away and ended ass first in the water. He came up gasping for air to find Isabel standing by the pool doubling with laughter.
- Damn Isabel, if you’ve gelded me, Maria will just cut my cock off to finish the job! - Michael knew the water was transparent enough for Isabel to see his hands holding his sore balls.
- C’mon Michael, it was just a little jolt, they will tingle for a few seconds, that’s all. Lunch’s ready! - She sing songed the last phrase and turned towards the others, who were watching, trying not to laugh.
Michael heaved his upper body off the pool and lay there jackknifed over the edge. Isabel felt a little bad, and walked over to him. She squatted by his wincing face and brushed back his wet hair to see his eyes were shut tight.
- Michael, I’m sorry, ok, it wasn’t funny. - She said feeling really sorry for hurting him.
- How would you like it if I zapped your boobs? - Michael whispered.
- You’re right Michael, I’m truly sorry, do you want me to…-
She reached down trying to figure out how she could reach his balls in that position when one of his hands shot out from under his belly and grabbed her wrist. Before she knew what he was up to, she was flying head first into the pool. By the time she came up, Michael was standing, waiting to haul her out.
- Ok, I deserved that. - She said between splutters.
She took Michael’s hand and before she could pull him in, he pulled her out.
- I’m sorry. - Isabel said again as they walked towards the table, and reached over and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
He doubled over mostly from reflex, and chuckled, straightening up.
By the time the chopper was heard approaching, Michael jumped up from his towel ready to race over next door.
- Whoa, down boy! - Serena called out to him. - The chopper’s landing here. I already spoke to the pilot. -
The group scuttled hastily from the aircraft and waited until it had left to be able to be heard and move. Maria raced to Michael and literally pounced on him as Serena had forecasted. Her arms went around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips, ankles crossed at his ass, as she kissed him for all the days they had been apart.
Serena gestured with her head and Isabel and Laurie followed her eyes to see Michael’s swimming trunks had been pushed halfway down at the back by Maria’s feet. They broke out in giggles, so Michael broke the kiss to look at them over his shoulder and saw them gazing at his butt.
- Maria, honey, you’ve got me half naked back there. - Michael whispered.
Max, Liz and Kyle had raced to join the other trio behind the couple, not to miss the show and joined in the laughter.
- Sorry…- Said Maria blushing and getting off Michael, she quickly slid her hands around his hips to grab the lowered trunks and pull them back up high.
- Hold it! You’re creaming my balls! - Michael reached back and held on to Maria’s wrists stopping them from rising any higher.
Maria let go, her arms now safely around his waist as she rose on tiptoes.
- I’ve missed you so much, don’t ever again stay away from me! - She kissed him again until they came up for air.
When Maria finally let go, she went to say hello to the three women standing behind them. Michael also turned around to face his friends, Liz fell into his arms in a tight hug pressing her cheek to his and then kissing him there. Max was next, in a manly embrace which said more than words. Michael then found Kyle standing beside Liz, just staring at him, not sure of what to do and how he would take whatever he decided. Michael stood there, staring at Kyle, head tilted to a side, smirking, then chewing his lower lip. Kyle felt that if Michael kept doing that, he would come right there and then. He was thankful for his duffelbag covering his front. Michael covered the distance in two steps and ripped the bag away from Kyle, taking him in his arms in one of his typical bear hugs. Kyle was glad Michael was a big guy, because he knew he had turned to putty except for his erection, and the alien boy was holding him up.
- You’re not going to kiss me, are you? - Kyle whispered, half joking.
- No Kyle, don’t worry. - Michael chuckled back, letting him go after he made sure he was able to stand on his own.
Michael got Kyle’s bag from the floor and tossed it to back him, noticing his thankful look. Maria returned to her Spaceboy’s side and taking his hand started pulling him towards the steps leading to Laurie’s house.
- Get in line Kyle, he’s mine now. - She stuck her tongue out to Kyle, and he made a face back at her.
Michael guided her towards the corral’s where the horses were waiting, and they rode out towards the Dupree property.
- Michael, will you ask Ruben to come for Sundown? We’re all walking over
together. - Laurie asked him.
- Sure love, don’t worry. - Michael smiled at his sister, sending all his sibling feelings for her, knowing by her smile she felt the same way for him too.
Maria’s cheek was pressed on Michael’s back and she smiled at the girl too. She loved their interaction, knowing how important his sister was to Michael. They arrived at the stables and Michael told Rubén to get Sundown from Serena’s. The man went right away and Michael took care of Moonshadow. As they were walking towards the house, all over each other, they almost ran into Stuart who was standing in their way, with a big smile on his face.
- Hi Maria! - He beamed as the girl shared an affectionate hug with him.
Michael thought it was great,…the lack of jealousy between his girlfriend and one of his male lovers. Her playful interaction with Kyle had made him feel the same way too. He was glad for her understanding so he didn’t need to hide it from her, or pretend it wasn’t happening. She seemed to be finally understanding that aliens were different, and if she loved him, she had to take his alien sexual drive. No one else could give her what he did, and weird as it was, she loved it. She was quite a sadist, his human pixie, just what he liked in a girl.
- MICHAEL! - They both yelled at him.
- What? - He laughed at them.
- You kind of zoned off…- Stuart said.
- Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, they’re all at Serena’s, you might meet them halfway here. - Michael smirked at Stuart.
- See you…- Maria sing songed as she pulled Michael back to her and towards the house. - Ok, Spaceboy, I want you in bed. -
- Aye aye, sir. - Michael whisked her up in his arms and kissed her all the way up the stairs straight to his bedroom.
He placed her gently on the bed and with a wave, closed the blackout curtains making the room as near as night as possible. Then he lit the candles he had asked Sylvia to fill the room with, and lastly, vanished their clothes. He lay over her and started kissing her from her forehead to her toes, raining soft kissed all over her, returning to her mouth. Maria’s hands roamed all over his body.
- How do you like your present? - He smiled at her, biting his lower lip.
- The…the candles are great…- She said, doubtful as to what he meant.
- Look straight up Maria. - He chuckled.
Maria did what he asked and her mouth and eyes opened wide in surprise, as she saw Michael’s gorgeous body reflected on a huge mirror on the ceiling.
- Michael…WOW! - She couldn’t think of anything else to say.
- Like it? - Michael started kissing her breast and she watched it happening right in front of her eyes.
The mirror had a subtle slant towards the foot, head and sides of the bed, but without distortioning the reflection, just giving it a wider range so very little would be missed.
- Yeah…much…- She whispered, thinking it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. - Was Laurie ok with it? -
- Maria, it’s just for us, it will be gone when we don’t need it. - He explained.
She nodded, not wanting to spoil the moment, as she felt and saw Michael sucking at one nipple while his hand played with the other. She watched her nail leave a red welt all the way down his back and now, not only feeling, but seeing it happen, was really awesome. She watched him writhe as she slid her hands lower and covered the two brands on his ass. They burned with her touch and she gloated, knowing she was giving both Max and Isabel a jolt which would make them jump. “I’d like to know how they explained that!” Maria giggled. She watched her legs twine around Michael and lazily slide up and down his warm skin, making him shiver as he got so slick and ready for her. It was the utmost thrill to feel him entering her body with such care, such love, so unlike and opposite to what he had been conditioned to getting when he was so young, and his tender body wasn’t even ready for the violence he had to endure all those years. She knew he would do anything in his power to prevent anyone from going through what he had as a child, and during most of his life. “Oh god Michael, I love you so much!” The foreplay would be in a different sequence of time today, as they had this urge to go straight to the culmination point as soon as possible. They were finding it so hard to be apart, specially Maria, as she simply couldn’t have sex with anyone else but her Spaceboy. Michael, on the contrary, had been used to having so many persons using him for sex in this and his other life, that he was able to deal with it, had had to learn to do so, whether he liked it or not. Still, and in spite of everything, Maria knew she was his # 1, beyond doubt. They made love with the passion of their special intimacy, as no other couple could, so into each other’s body, that when mutual orgasm shook them, the aftermath became a protective bubble, keeping everyone and everything away from them, becoming their universe for as long as it lasted. Then it was playtime, and they enjoyed it to the maximum until their bodies melded together again for an ecstatic climax. A long Jacuzzi private session, where she worshipped his body with subtle massages she invented just for him, ended in another orgasmic finale, and a shower which left them relaxed and ready to search for nourishment and join the others.
O’Sheeah came into the room and told Zan that he was required downstairs by his father at the dining room. His mother and sister were there waiting for him. Geehan got up and respectfully retreated to the door and left. O’Sheeah went to sit by her sleeping brother and took his hand in hers. She felt this mild electric jolt that tickled her hand and a bright light made her close her eyes. When she opened them, she was lying on the deck chair with the bright sun in her eyes as it had just cleared the parasol, and her hand was hanging by the side of the chair holding Michael’s. She sat up in alarm and it took her some time to realize where she was and what had happened. She heard female voices behind her and recognized them. Isabel and Serena were setting the table with the salad bowls and had the sherbets and lemonade in a cooler. She got up slowly, letting go of Michael’s hand to join them.
- Hey, you sure had a nice snooze! - Isabel smiled brightly at her.
Laurie just shook her head and stared back at Isabel.
- Laurie, is something wrong? - Isabel’s voice rose, catching Serena’s attention, who came to them.
- Laurie, dear, what is it? - Serena took both her hands in hers and felt the tingle of electricity remaining from her flash. Serena let go one of her hands and grabbed Isabel’s who got the message and took Laurie’s forming the circle connection. In a matter of seconds they got all the feedback and had to go and sit down to get it all together. They were shuddering, just as Zan had, at Geehan’s words.
- The black man…he was so close to the truth. I remember him from my first flashes, when Nicholas forced him to stay in the dungeon and do those sick things to Michael…Rath-Michael…he had to obey, but the tears were running down like rain from his eyes. I know he was the one who took his body away that night when they came to get us to be cloned. - Isabel said.
- Yes, and I was there too, we were all invisible, thanks to our spy infiltrated with Khivar’s scientists. That’s why they never knew how we got your bodies back. - Serena smiled sadly.
They sighed and turned to look at Michael, Geehan’s words in their minds.
- We better wake our baby up and feed him, it’s almost 1:30pm and the chopper will be here before 3:00pm. I don’t want Maria pouncing on him on a still full stomach. - Serena giggled.
- Well, salads and sherbet should be an easy and fast digestion, he should be ready for her by the time they arrive. - Isabel got up and grabbed her towel using it to whack Michael’s ass when she arrived at the pool. Michael jerked and gasped, but slept on.
- Wake up, babyboy! Lunch is ready! I’ll zap you on three…one, two, three!-
Isabel zapped his ass just hard enough to wake him.
- Yes, Zan…give it to me hard…- Michael whispered.
- I’m not Zan but if you want it hard…no problem. - Isabel walked behind him and zapped him high up between the thighs straight to his balls.
- Shit! - Michael rolled sideways to get away and ended ass first in the water. He came up gasping for air to find Isabel standing by the pool doubling with laughter.
- Damn Isabel, if you’ve gelded me, Maria will just cut my cock off to finish the job! - Michael knew the water was transparent enough for Isabel to see his hands holding his sore balls.
- C’mon Michael, it was just a little jolt, they will tingle for a few seconds, that’s all. Lunch’s ready! - She sing songed the last phrase and turned towards the others, who were watching, trying not to laugh.
Michael heaved his upper body off the pool and lay there jackknifed over the edge. Isabel felt a little bad, and walked over to him. She squatted by his wincing face and brushed back his wet hair to see his eyes were shut tight.
- Michael, I’m sorry, ok, it wasn’t funny. - She said feeling really sorry for hurting him.
- How would you like it if I zapped your boobs? - Michael whispered.
- You’re right Michael, I’m truly sorry, do you want me to…-
She reached down trying to figure out how she could reach his balls in that position when one of his hands shot out from under his belly and grabbed her wrist. Before she knew what he was up to, she was flying head first into the pool. By the time she came up, Michael was standing, waiting to haul her out.
- Ok, I deserved that. - She said between splutters.
She took Michael’s hand and before she could pull him in, he pulled her out.
- I’m sorry. - Isabel said again as they walked towards the table, and reached over and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
He doubled over mostly from reflex, and chuckled, straightening up.
By the time the chopper was heard approaching, Michael jumped up from his towel ready to race over next door.
- Whoa, down boy! - Serena called out to him. - The chopper’s landing here. I already spoke to the pilot. -
The group scuttled hastily from the aircraft and waited until it had left to be able to be heard and move. Maria raced to Michael and literally pounced on him as Serena had forecasted. Her arms went around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips, ankles crossed at his ass, as she kissed him for all the days they had been apart.
Serena gestured with her head and Isabel and Laurie followed her eyes to see Michael’s swimming trunks had been pushed halfway down at the back by Maria’s feet. They broke out in giggles, so Michael broke the kiss to look at them over his shoulder and saw them gazing at his butt.
- Maria, honey, you’ve got me half naked back there. - Michael whispered.
Max, Liz and Kyle had raced to join the other trio behind the couple, not to miss the show and joined in the laughter.
- Sorry…- Said Maria blushing and getting off Michael, she quickly slid her hands around his hips to grab the lowered trunks and pull them back up high.
- Hold it! You’re creaming my balls! - Michael reached back and held on to Maria’s wrists stopping them from rising any higher.
Maria let go, her arms now safely around his waist as she rose on tiptoes.
- I’ve missed you so much, don’t ever again stay away from me! - She kissed him again until they came up for air.
When Maria finally let go, she went to say hello to the three women standing behind them. Michael also turned around to face his friends, Liz fell into his arms in a tight hug pressing her cheek to his and then kissing him there. Max was next, in a manly embrace which said more than words. Michael then found Kyle standing beside Liz, just staring at him, not sure of what to do and how he would take whatever he decided. Michael stood there, staring at Kyle, head tilted to a side, smirking, then chewing his lower lip. Kyle felt that if Michael kept doing that, he would come right there and then. He was thankful for his duffelbag covering his front. Michael covered the distance in two steps and ripped the bag away from Kyle, taking him in his arms in one of his typical bear hugs. Kyle was glad Michael was a big guy, because he knew he had turned to putty except for his erection, and the alien boy was holding him up.
- You’re not going to kiss me, are you? - Kyle whispered, half joking.
- No Kyle, don’t worry. - Michael chuckled back, letting him go after he made sure he was able to stand on his own.
Michael got Kyle’s bag from the floor and tossed it to back him, noticing his thankful look. Maria returned to her Spaceboy’s side and taking his hand started pulling him towards the steps leading to Laurie’s house.
- Get in line Kyle, he’s mine now. - She stuck her tongue out to Kyle, and he made a face back at her.
Michael guided her towards the corral’s where the horses were waiting, and they rode out towards the Dupree property.
- Michael, will you ask Ruben to come for Sundown? We’re all walking over
together. - Laurie asked him.
- Sure love, don’t worry. - Michael smiled at his sister, sending all his sibling feelings for her, knowing by her smile she felt the same way for him too.
Maria’s cheek was pressed on Michael’s back and she smiled at the girl too. She loved their interaction, knowing how important his sister was to Michael. They arrived at the stables and Michael told Rubén to get Sundown from Serena’s. The man went right away and Michael took care of Moonshadow. As they were walking towards the house, all over each other, they almost ran into Stuart who was standing in their way, with a big smile on his face.
- Hi Maria! - He beamed as the girl shared an affectionate hug with him.
Michael thought it was great,…the lack of jealousy between his girlfriend and one of his male lovers. Her playful interaction with Kyle had made him feel the same way too. He was glad for her understanding so he didn’t need to hide it from her, or pretend it wasn’t happening. She seemed to be finally understanding that aliens were different, and if she loved him, she had to take his alien sexual drive. No one else could give her what he did, and weird as it was, she loved it. She was quite a sadist, his human pixie, just what he liked in a girl.
- MICHAEL! - They both yelled at him.
- What? - He laughed at them.
- You kind of zoned off…- Stuart said.
- Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, they’re all at Serena’s, you might meet them halfway here. - Michael smirked at Stuart.
- See you…- Maria sing songed as she pulled Michael back to her and towards the house. - Ok, Spaceboy, I want you in bed. -
- Aye aye, sir. - Michael whisked her up in his arms and kissed her all the way up the stairs straight to his bedroom.
He placed her gently on the bed and with a wave, closed the blackout curtains making the room as near as night as possible. Then he lit the candles he had asked Sylvia to fill the room with, and lastly, vanished their clothes. He lay over her and started kissing her from her forehead to her toes, raining soft kissed all over her, returning to her mouth. Maria’s hands roamed all over his body.
- How do you like your present? - He smiled at her, biting his lower lip.
- The…the candles are great…- She said, doubtful as to what he meant.
- Look straight up Maria. - He chuckled.
Maria did what he asked and her mouth and eyes opened wide in surprise, as she saw Michael’s gorgeous body reflected on a huge mirror on the ceiling.
- Michael…WOW! - She couldn’t think of anything else to say.
- Like it? - Michael started kissing her breast and she watched it happening right in front of her eyes.
The mirror had a subtle slant towards the foot, head and sides of the bed, but without distortioning the reflection, just giving it a wider range so very little would be missed.
- Yeah…much…- She whispered, thinking it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. - Was Laurie ok with it? -
- Maria, it’s just for us, it will be gone when we don’t need it. - He explained.
She nodded, not wanting to spoil the moment, as she felt and saw Michael sucking at one nipple while his hand played with the other. She watched her nail leave a red welt all the way down his back and now, not only feeling, but seeing it happen, was really awesome. She watched him writhe as she slid her hands lower and covered the two brands on his ass. They burned with her touch and she gloated, knowing she was giving both Max and Isabel a jolt which would make them jump. “I’d like to know how they explained that!” Maria giggled. She watched her legs twine around Michael and lazily slide up and down his warm skin, making him shiver as he got so slick and ready for her. It was the utmost thrill to feel him entering her body with such care, such love, so unlike and opposite to what he had been conditioned to getting when he was so young, and his tender body wasn’t even ready for the violence he had to endure all those years. She knew he would do anything in his power to prevent anyone from going through what he had as a child, and during most of his life. “Oh god Michael, I love you so much!” The foreplay would be in a different sequence of time today, as they had this urge to go straight to the culmination point as soon as possible. They were finding it so hard to be apart, specially Maria, as she simply couldn’t have sex with anyone else but her Spaceboy. Michael, on the contrary, had been used to having so many persons using him for sex in this and his other life, that he was able to deal with it, had had to learn to do so, whether he liked it or not. Still, and in spite of everything, Maria knew she was his # 1, beyond doubt. They made love with the passion of their special intimacy, as no other couple could, so into each other’s body, that when mutual orgasm shook them, the aftermath became a protective bubble, keeping everyone and everything away from them, becoming their universe for as long as it lasted. Then it was playtime, and they enjoyed it to the maximum until their bodies melded together again for an ecstatic climax. A long Jacuzzi private session, where she worshipped his body with subtle massages she invented just for him, ended in another orgasmic finale, and a shower which left them relaxed and ready to search for nourishment and join the others.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 233
They found them in the chimney room, watching a film that everyone seemed to be truly enjoying, and it was amazing how they all turned towards them, sensing their arrival.
- I’m sorry, we thought you would take all night…- Laurie started, blushing.
- We even placed bets, but no one even got near… - Kyle interrupted her, and shut up when cushions started flying at his head.
- We didn’t wait for you and had supper, but there’s plenty of food in the kitchen. - Isabel added.
- We didn’t expect you until tomorrow…- Liz confessed, blushing like Laurie had.
- It’s ok; go on with your movie. - Maria beamed at them and pushed Michael into the kitchen.
They made themselves at home there and ate their fill, slipping past their friends who didn’t even register them, in full concentration mode, and headed back to their bedroom.
- Hey guys! We haven’t told you the plan for tomorrow! - Max stopped them dead on their tracks.
- What plans? - Michael asked a little apprehensive, due to what been going on lately.
- Sorry bro, it was a surprise Serena planned for the last weekend here before your graduation. - Laurie detailed it not to make it sound so final.
- It’s so cool, Michael, Serena’s friend, and archeologist, has found this cave which according to the pictures she sent Serena, looks very much like the one River Dog took us to, and the writing on the walls seems definitely Antares! - Isabel’s enthusiasm was contagious.
- Great then, when are we going there? - Michael caught on.
- We’ll spend tomorrow there and return early on Sunday to relax all day long. But we’ll need an early start…Say 8:00 am? - Laurie watched Michael’s face, waiting for his outburst.
- Ok, 9:00 am. - Said Michael, smirking, and pulling Maria to the staircase after him.
- At least he didn’t say 10:00 am. - Observed Kyle.
- Seeing is believing. - Said Isabel, skeptical, because of how well she knew Michael.
Everyone retired early and Isabel nodded smugly as they heard giggles and chuckles when they passed by Michael and Maria’s bedroom.
Eyes rolled, heads shook, and they went to their bedrooms hoping for the best.
Serena was at the door ringing the bell at 8:30, to make sure they would be ready to leave by Michael’s deadline, as Laurie had told her last night before she turned in. Stuart had been working out his weekend during the last few days, ignorant of Serena’s plans but wanting to have all the time he could with the gang, so his timing had paid out. They had breakfast and Maria joined them with a helpless look. They just nodded and took their time. At five minutes to nine, they all went to Michael to find him sprawled on the bed crossways, his insteps hooked over one side and his arms dangling down the other.
- How did he end up like that? - Asked Laurie, intrigued.
- I have no idea, I woke up pressed to his side, so don’t even ask me! - Maria explained.
- Well, I do have an idea…- Isabel aimed her hand and zapped at the foot of the bed.
They froze when they saw a fairly big snake climbing up the bed towards the sleeping boy, but Isabel’s and Serena’s giggles told them it was an illusion. It slid over Michael’s hip and started disappearing up between his thighs. Michael jerked and his eyes flew open.
- Oh shit! - He went.
He turned over his shoulder with a startled look on his face and pushed up on all fours, ready to sprint off the bed, when he saw them all standing at the door struggling not to laugh.
- What the hell was that! - He faced them, very pissed and very naked.
- Oh, I just thought getting fucked by a snake would really get you going…it sure worked. - Isabel said in a matter of fact way.
- C’mon, Spaceboy, let’s get you ready, you said 9:00 am and it’s already past that. - Maria had him showered and dressed faster than they thought possible and they found Serena’s SUV already loaded with food and what would be needed for the adventure. Michael rudely rushed in front of the others to capture the back seat but stopped at the door and turned to them with an apologetic look in his eyes.
- Serena, can I have the back seat? - He asked her meekly.
- Go on, man, you can snooze all the way. - Max said as Serena nodded.
- Cool! - He said.
He climbed and gave a hand to Maria, Liz and Laurie. Max and Kyle climbed on at the end and goosed Michael all the way to where Maria was waiting for him at the back seat.
- Snake!...Snake!...Snake! - They kept chanting as they teased him.
Michael flopped on the seat with his face in Maria’s lap, and her glare made Max and Kyle’s hands stop in midair. She reached over and patted Michael’s butt as he snuggled and was asleep in seconds.
Stuart had offered to drive, with Isabel beside him and Serena at the other window. Two hours later, they arrived at a small unpaved country road with a sign that read : EXCAVATION SITE - NO TRESSPASSING . He drove straight in and about ten minutes later, they found a stream and a meager tent under a tree by the flowing water. Stuart killed the engine and as they started leaving the van, their eyes locked on a rifle pushing open the flap of the tent. Serena searched frantically for the paper in her pocket with the name of the man.
- Eagle?...Eagle? - She tried to remember his whole name as she found it and triumphantly produced it. - Soaring Eagle? -
- You Miss Serena? - The man drawled giving her a surprisingly friendly smile. - Expected you earlier. -
- Yes, sorry, had a small delay…- She smiled back.
- Not so small…- Kyle chuckled and had several hands whack him up the head.
- No problem, just stay with me. - He started following the stream to the left.
- Wait, … What about the “not so small” delay? MARIA! - He mimicked the quotation marks with his fingers before he shouted.
- Coming, coming. No need to scream! - Maria appeared at the sliding door at the side of the SUV pushing a sleepy Michael in front of her.
- C’mon man, you waiting for another snake-fuck? - Max laughed.
Soaring Eagle gave them a funny look, and Michael glared at Max as he leapt to the ground and reached for Maria to lower her in his arms.
- We’re ready. - Serena nodded; making sure nothing was left in the SUV which was now locked.
Soaring eagle walked along the stream with the others following him, the guys packed like mules. After a short walk, they were forced to climb over the side of a hill that ended right into the stream. On the other side, the stream disappeared into a thicket of branches against the hillside. Soaring Eagle started pulling them aside and the guys went to help him. The entrance to the cave was right under it. Once inside, they pulled back the branches to cover the makeshift door, and got all the stuff they had brought into a corner. The stream flowed across the cave and the little “beach” to the right, between the stream and the wall, was perfect to keep everything in the coolest spot there. Michael, who had the longest legs, managed to step over and had everything passed on to him. Isabel leapt over to be received by Michael, and helped get everything neat and tidy.
- Miss Rachel told me to take you on a tour. - Soaring Eagle told them, once they were ready to go.
He followed the stream and entered another area through a low hole that they had to bend to get through. This cave was very dark and he got a flashlight from a nook in the wall. Then he pulled out matches and lit what looked like thick clubs standing against the wall, giving one to each guy. When they raised the torches high, the whole cave was flooded with light, and they could see the Antares writing all around them. Michael immediately recognized the map like in River Dog’s cave. You could fit the healing stones in exactly the same places. Of course, they said nothing, just exchanging discreet looks.
- What does this mean? Is it your language? - Serena asked Soaring Eagle to see how much he knew or didn’t know.
- No, I don’t understand this. Miss Rachel says she has never seen anything like this, and she has seen a lot of caves. She suspects it’s Anasazi. - He shook his head.
- You don’t know anything about them? - Serena asked him, remembering her friend had told her this man claimed to be descended from them.
- I don’t know the meaning of these signs. - He assured her, playing it safe, neither denying nor accepting anything.
He continued along the stream until they reached a bend towards the right at the back of the cave and found themselves in what Rachel had described to Serena as an underground secret hospital from the Civil War time. There was a rusty metal two stage table against the wall with several equally rusty scalpels, scissors and other strange looking instruments some of which Stuart recognized as the ones used to cut off limbs and pull out bullets. Michael shuddered feeling them again inside his body, and Maria hugged him close, sensing what he was going through. Liz did the same on his other side, sympathizing with him through her empathy. Soaring Eagle have them a sidelong glance and guessed the boy probably had been shot and they were remembering the unpleasant experience. They counted a dozen beds and it was ok because they were 10, including the guide. Two of the beds had been pulled together and shoved in a corner away from the other ones. Michael walked over to them and tested their resilience with his hand, nodding in satisfaction.
- Maria and I will take these. - He decided.
- No, no, anyone but those. Miss Rachel said those were set aside because they were reserved for those who were dying. I wouldn’t take those. - Soaring Eagle said very seriously.
- Michael don’t, please? - Serena pleaded. - I’m not superstitious, but I kind of feel a bad vibe too. Choose any other. -
Michael nodded and obediently, to everyone’s surprise, he went and sprawled on one of the others. Maria sat beside him and rubbed his back over the bullet scars, while they all chose their beds for the night.
- What about the bathroom? - Kyle inquired getting giggles all around.
- Come here…-
Soaring Eagle led them to another small cave next to the one they were in, and they saw the stream thinned out so they could easily stand with one foot on either shore, and disappeared into the ground.
- There, that’s the toilet. - The man said it so seriously that they all burst out laughing.
- Hey Michael, you just got to see this! - Max yelled.
They were surprised when he didn’t answer and were even more surprised when they went back and he wasn’t there.
- Oh my god, Michael! - Maria went pale.
- He’s gone back out. - Soaring Eagle said calmly, pointing at the footsteps on the ground.
- I’m going to kill him! - Maria exploded, following his tracks. They arrived at the original entrance and found rays of light coming from where the branches had been pushed aside and left there.
- Michael? - Maria yelled as she emerged into the bright sunlight.
The tracks continued back the way they had come, so they followed them calling him and before they arrived at the SUV, he finally answered.
- Hey baby, come here, this is great! - Michael shouted back.
There was a huge stone on the shore and Michael’s voice came from the other side. They walked around it and found him stretched out in the stream which was barely wide enough to contain him, his face in his arms at the shore, and thankfully wearing the black swimming trunks. The mild current running over his body was refreshing him and relaxing him.
They stood there staring at him and noticed what looked like dark tadpoles skimming over him with the water. Some stayed on him for a few seconds, to continue downstream.
- What are those? - Laurie asked the guide noticing the funny look on Liz’s face.
- Ummm, Michael, right? - Soaring Eagle called his attention. - One of the reasons for the hospital is because the stream carries leeches, which were used by the doctors of that time. -
That galvanized them all into action, screaming and pulling at Michael to get out.
- I thought they were leaves. - Michael said, calmly pushing up and stepping out.
- You can bathe over there. - Soaring Eagle pointed to what looked like another stream just a little wider running parallel to the one which went into the cave. - It’s the same stream but it is split by a beaver dam just a little further up, which keeps the leeches on this side. -
- Ok. - Michael started wading across the stream towards the other one.
- Hey! I’m not wading over that, so do something about it! - Maria said angrily.
Michael took her in his arms and carried her across. The rest followed his example, the guys taking off their shoes and carrying the girls across. Michael returned for Serena who didn’t seem too enthusiastic to be carried across by the guide. The gang played around in the wider shallow stream while Serena and the guide sat on the shore and carried on an enthusiastic conversation.
Serena told him what she knew about the Incas and the man loosened up and told her all he knew about the Anasazi, and that the connotation of “enemy” didn’t mean them directly but those responsible for their disappearance, reinforcing Serena’s suspicions. Then suddenly, the guide looked up at the sky and watched his namesake, a soaring eagle. He got up and smiled at Serena.
- Please excuse me, it’s lunchtime. - Then noticing Serena’s surprised look, he explained. - There’s a diner a couple of miles down the road. -
Serena burst out laughing and started calling the rest of the party.
- Hey guys, Soaring Eagle says there’s a diner nearby, anyone for lunch? -
That got them running over and getting dressed in a hurry. As Michael bent beside them to pick up his clothes, Soaring Eagle grabbed the waist of Michael’s swimming trunks and pulled them down on the right side. Michael turned surprised at what the man was so openly doing.
- You’ve been shot many times. There’s one here too. - Then he went dumb and his eyes opened wide at the brand on his ass, just over the bullet scar, failing to conceal it, as it was smack in the middle. Michael couldn’t understand how the man had guessed there was a bullet scar there. He probably just noticed the distance between the other ones and followed the pattern.
- That’s one of the signs in the cave! How did you get it? - The man looked frightened.
- It’s just a tattoo, I got it in the Mesaliko reservation in New Mexico. - Michael tried to make some sense not to get in trouble.
- Indians have no tattoos. - The guide insisted.
- I know, a Mesaliko friend took it from a cave there and drew it in paper for me. -
The guide moved his hand to the covered left side of Michael’s butt and let it hover there without touching him.
- There’s another one here. - He made it sound like an accusation.
- Yes, he said they were side by side in his cave so he drew them both for me to choose. I decided to have them both side by side like in the cave. I meant no disrespect, I’m sorry if it offends you. - Michael was sincere.
- No, it’s not that. I think they mean something important. You must be careful not to let the wrong people see them. - The man was definitely frightened.
- Who are the wrong people? - Michael asked.
- I don’t know. - And he just clammed up as the rest came over, ready to go to lunch.
Serena had heard the whole thing, but decided to wait for a better occasion to talk about it, so she just herded them to the SUV.
- Don’t tell me you walk over there everyday. - Serena joked with the guide.
- No, I have my bike. - The man said and produced an old battered bicycle from under a bush.
- Oh no, put it back, you’re coming with us today. - She laughed.
They found them in the chimney room, watching a film that everyone seemed to be truly enjoying, and it was amazing how they all turned towards them, sensing their arrival.
- I’m sorry, we thought you would take all night…- Laurie started, blushing.
- We even placed bets, but no one even got near… - Kyle interrupted her, and shut up when cushions started flying at his head.
- We didn’t wait for you and had supper, but there’s plenty of food in the kitchen. - Isabel added.
- We didn’t expect you until tomorrow…- Liz confessed, blushing like Laurie had.
- It’s ok; go on with your movie. - Maria beamed at them and pushed Michael into the kitchen.
They made themselves at home there and ate their fill, slipping past their friends who didn’t even register them, in full concentration mode, and headed back to their bedroom.
- Hey guys! We haven’t told you the plan for tomorrow! - Max stopped them dead on their tracks.
- What plans? - Michael asked a little apprehensive, due to what been going on lately.
- Sorry bro, it was a surprise Serena planned for the last weekend here before your graduation. - Laurie detailed it not to make it sound so final.
- It’s so cool, Michael, Serena’s friend, and archeologist, has found this cave which according to the pictures she sent Serena, looks very much like the one River Dog took us to, and the writing on the walls seems definitely Antares! - Isabel’s enthusiasm was contagious.
- Great then, when are we going there? - Michael caught on.
- We’ll spend tomorrow there and return early on Sunday to relax all day long. But we’ll need an early start…Say 8:00 am? - Laurie watched Michael’s face, waiting for his outburst.
- Ok, 9:00 am. - Said Michael, smirking, and pulling Maria to the staircase after him.
- At least he didn’t say 10:00 am. - Observed Kyle.
- Seeing is believing. - Said Isabel, skeptical, because of how well she knew Michael.
Everyone retired early and Isabel nodded smugly as they heard giggles and chuckles when they passed by Michael and Maria’s bedroom.
Eyes rolled, heads shook, and they went to their bedrooms hoping for the best.
Serena was at the door ringing the bell at 8:30, to make sure they would be ready to leave by Michael’s deadline, as Laurie had told her last night before she turned in. Stuart had been working out his weekend during the last few days, ignorant of Serena’s plans but wanting to have all the time he could with the gang, so his timing had paid out. They had breakfast and Maria joined them with a helpless look. They just nodded and took their time. At five minutes to nine, they all went to Michael to find him sprawled on the bed crossways, his insteps hooked over one side and his arms dangling down the other.
- How did he end up like that? - Asked Laurie, intrigued.
- I have no idea, I woke up pressed to his side, so don’t even ask me! - Maria explained.
- Well, I do have an idea…- Isabel aimed her hand and zapped at the foot of the bed.
They froze when they saw a fairly big snake climbing up the bed towards the sleeping boy, but Isabel’s and Serena’s giggles told them it was an illusion. It slid over Michael’s hip and started disappearing up between his thighs. Michael jerked and his eyes flew open.
- Oh shit! - He went.
He turned over his shoulder with a startled look on his face and pushed up on all fours, ready to sprint off the bed, when he saw them all standing at the door struggling not to laugh.
- What the hell was that! - He faced them, very pissed and very naked.
- Oh, I just thought getting fucked by a snake would really get you going…it sure worked. - Isabel said in a matter of fact way.
- C’mon, Spaceboy, let’s get you ready, you said 9:00 am and it’s already past that. - Maria had him showered and dressed faster than they thought possible and they found Serena’s SUV already loaded with food and what would be needed for the adventure. Michael rudely rushed in front of the others to capture the back seat but stopped at the door and turned to them with an apologetic look in his eyes.
- Serena, can I have the back seat? - He asked her meekly.
- Go on, man, you can snooze all the way. - Max said as Serena nodded.
- Cool! - He said.
He climbed and gave a hand to Maria, Liz and Laurie. Max and Kyle climbed on at the end and goosed Michael all the way to where Maria was waiting for him at the back seat.
- Snake!...Snake!...Snake! - They kept chanting as they teased him.
Michael flopped on the seat with his face in Maria’s lap, and her glare made Max and Kyle’s hands stop in midair. She reached over and patted Michael’s butt as he snuggled and was asleep in seconds.
Stuart had offered to drive, with Isabel beside him and Serena at the other window. Two hours later, they arrived at a small unpaved country road with a sign that read : EXCAVATION SITE - NO TRESSPASSING . He drove straight in and about ten minutes later, they found a stream and a meager tent under a tree by the flowing water. Stuart killed the engine and as they started leaving the van, their eyes locked on a rifle pushing open the flap of the tent. Serena searched frantically for the paper in her pocket with the name of the man.
- Eagle?...Eagle? - She tried to remember his whole name as she found it and triumphantly produced it. - Soaring Eagle? -
- You Miss Serena? - The man drawled giving her a surprisingly friendly smile. - Expected you earlier. -
- Yes, sorry, had a small delay…- She smiled back.
- Not so small…- Kyle chuckled and had several hands whack him up the head.
- No problem, just stay with me. - He started following the stream to the left.
- Wait, … What about the “not so small” delay? MARIA! - He mimicked the quotation marks with his fingers before he shouted.
- Coming, coming. No need to scream! - Maria appeared at the sliding door at the side of the SUV pushing a sleepy Michael in front of her.
- C’mon man, you waiting for another snake-fuck? - Max laughed.
Soaring Eagle gave them a funny look, and Michael glared at Max as he leapt to the ground and reached for Maria to lower her in his arms.
- We’re ready. - Serena nodded; making sure nothing was left in the SUV which was now locked.
Soaring eagle walked along the stream with the others following him, the guys packed like mules. After a short walk, they were forced to climb over the side of a hill that ended right into the stream. On the other side, the stream disappeared into a thicket of branches against the hillside. Soaring Eagle started pulling them aside and the guys went to help him. The entrance to the cave was right under it. Once inside, they pulled back the branches to cover the makeshift door, and got all the stuff they had brought into a corner. The stream flowed across the cave and the little “beach” to the right, between the stream and the wall, was perfect to keep everything in the coolest spot there. Michael, who had the longest legs, managed to step over and had everything passed on to him. Isabel leapt over to be received by Michael, and helped get everything neat and tidy.
- Miss Rachel told me to take you on a tour. - Soaring Eagle told them, once they were ready to go.
He followed the stream and entered another area through a low hole that they had to bend to get through. This cave was very dark and he got a flashlight from a nook in the wall. Then he pulled out matches and lit what looked like thick clubs standing against the wall, giving one to each guy. When they raised the torches high, the whole cave was flooded with light, and they could see the Antares writing all around them. Michael immediately recognized the map like in River Dog’s cave. You could fit the healing stones in exactly the same places. Of course, they said nothing, just exchanging discreet looks.
- What does this mean? Is it your language? - Serena asked Soaring Eagle to see how much he knew or didn’t know.
- No, I don’t understand this. Miss Rachel says she has never seen anything like this, and she has seen a lot of caves. She suspects it’s Anasazi. - He shook his head.
- You don’t know anything about them? - Serena asked him, remembering her friend had told her this man claimed to be descended from them.
- I don’t know the meaning of these signs. - He assured her, playing it safe, neither denying nor accepting anything.
He continued along the stream until they reached a bend towards the right at the back of the cave and found themselves in what Rachel had described to Serena as an underground secret hospital from the Civil War time. There was a rusty metal two stage table against the wall with several equally rusty scalpels, scissors and other strange looking instruments some of which Stuart recognized as the ones used to cut off limbs and pull out bullets. Michael shuddered feeling them again inside his body, and Maria hugged him close, sensing what he was going through. Liz did the same on his other side, sympathizing with him through her empathy. Soaring Eagle have them a sidelong glance and guessed the boy probably had been shot and they were remembering the unpleasant experience. They counted a dozen beds and it was ok because they were 10, including the guide. Two of the beds had been pulled together and shoved in a corner away from the other ones. Michael walked over to them and tested their resilience with his hand, nodding in satisfaction.
- Maria and I will take these. - He decided.
- No, no, anyone but those. Miss Rachel said those were set aside because they were reserved for those who were dying. I wouldn’t take those. - Soaring Eagle said very seriously.
- Michael don’t, please? - Serena pleaded. - I’m not superstitious, but I kind of feel a bad vibe too. Choose any other. -
Michael nodded and obediently, to everyone’s surprise, he went and sprawled on one of the others. Maria sat beside him and rubbed his back over the bullet scars, while they all chose their beds for the night.
- What about the bathroom? - Kyle inquired getting giggles all around.
- Come here…-
Soaring Eagle led them to another small cave next to the one they were in, and they saw the stream thinned out so they could easily stand with one foot on either shore, and disappeared into the ground.
- There, that’s the toilet. - The man said it so seriously that they all burst out laughing.
- Hey Michael, you just got to see this! - Max yelled.
They were surprised when he didn’t answer and were even more surprised when they went back and he wasn’t there.
- Oh my god, Michael! - Maria went pale.
- He’s gone back out. - Soaring Eagle said calmly, pointing at the footsteps on the ground.
- I’m going to kill him! - Maria exploded, following his tracks. They arrived at the original entrance and found rays of light coming from where the branches had been pushed aside and left there.
- Michael? - Maria yelled as she emerged into the bright sunlight.
The tracks continued back the way they had come, so they followed them calling him and before they arrived at the SUV, he finally answered.
- Hey baby, come here, this is great! - Michael shouted back.
There was a huge stone on the shore and Michael’s voice came from the other side. They walked around it and found him stretched out in the stream which was barely wide enough to contain him, his face in his arms at the shore, and thankfully wearing the black swimming trunks. The mild current running over his body was refreshing him and relaxing him.
They stood there staring at him and noticed what looked like dark tadpoles skimming over him with the water. Some stayed on him for a few seconds, to continue downstream.
- What are those? - Laurie asked the guide noticing the funny look on Liz’s face.
- Ummm, Michael, right? - Soaring Eagle called his attention. - One of the reasons for the hospital is because the stream carries leeches, which were used by the doctors of that time. -
That galvanized them all into action, screaming and pulling at Michael to get out.
- I thought they were leaves. - Michael said, calmly pushing up and stepping out.
- You can bathe over there. - Soaring Eagle pointed to what looked like another stream just a little wider running parallel to the one which went into the cave. - It’s the same stream but it is split by a beaver dam just a little further up, which keeps the leeches on this side. -
- Ok. - Michael started wading across the stream towards the other one.
- Hey! I’m not wading over that, so do something about it! - Maria said angrily.
Michael took her in his arms and carried her across. The rest followed his example, the guys taking off their shoes and carrying the girls across. Michael returned for Serena who didn’t seem too enthusiastic to be carried across by the guide. The gang played around in the wider shallow stream while Serena and the guide sat on the shore and carried on an enthusiastic conversation.
Serena told him what she knew about the Incas and the man loosened up and told her all he knew about the Anasazi, and that the connotation of “enemy” didn’t mean them directly but those responsible for their disappearance, reinforcing Serena’s suspicions. Then suddenly, the guide looked up at the sky and watched his namesake, a soaring eagle. He got up and smiled at Serena.
- Please excuse me, it’s lunchtime. - Then noticing Serena’s surprised look, he explained. - There’s a diner a couple of miles down the road. -
Serena burst out laughing and started calling the rest of the party.
- Hey guys, Soaring Eagle says there’s a diner nearby, anyone for lunch? -
That got them running over and getting dressed in a hurry. As Michael bent beside them to pick up his clothes, Soaring Eagle grabbed the waist of Michael’s swimming trunks and pulled them down on the right side. Michael turned surprised at what the man was so openly doing.
- You’ve been shot many times. There’s one here too. - Then he went dumb and his eyes opened wide at the brand on his ass, just over the bullet scar, failing to conceal it, as it was smack in the middle. Michael couldn’t understand how the man had guessed there was a bullet scar there. He probably just noticed the distance between the other ones and followed the pattern.
- That’s one of the signs in the cave! How did you get it? - The man looked frightened.
- It’s just a tattoo, I got it in the Mesaliko reservation in New Mexico. - Michael tried to make some sense not to get in trouble.
- Indians have no tattoos. - The guide insisted.
- I know, a Mesaliko friend took it from a cave there and drew it in paper for me. -
The guide moved his hand to the covered left side of Michael’s butt and let it hover there without touching him.
- There’s another one here. - He made it sound like an accusation.
- Yes, he said they were side by side in his cave so he drew them both for me to choose. I decided to have them both side by side like in the cave. I meant no disrespect, I’m sorry if it offends you. - Michael was sincere.
- No, it’s not that. I think they mean something important. You must be careful not to let the wrong people see them. - The man was definitely frightened.
- Who are the wrong people? - Michael asked.
- I don’t know. - And he just clammed up as the rest came over, ready to go to lunch.
Serena had heard the whole thing, but decided to wait for a better occasion to talk about it, so she just herded them to the SUV.
- Don’t tell me you walk over there everyday. - Serena joked with the guide.
- No, I have my bike. - The man said and produced an old battered bicycle from under a bush.
- Oh no, put it back, you’re coming with us today. - She laughed.
ALIENS FULL TILT!