Gone But Not Forgotten(UC/CC/Slash Adult) [COMPLETE]

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Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 3 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Caveman vs. Alien ~

Timeline: Same Day

“This cold air brings such a distance to us such a painful distance” "Midnight Highway" by Daphne Loves Derby

Kyle found a billboard advertising lodgings within twenty minutes after hitting the highway. He pulled off at the exit for Dead Bear Lake and followed the signs to the Lost Way Motel. The motel, originally a honeymoon getaway in the fifties, was now an adult theme tourist destination. Recently the owners had renovated the motel in various themes and brought back a lot of the ambience and originality that made it so popular.

They only had two rooms available so Kyle grabbed them; he paid for a full week, he figured they needed rest after the last explosion between Max and Michael. There would be another room opened in two days, Kyle prepaid for that room as well. He took the keys and checked out the rooms, seeing which would be suitable for Michael in his condition. After seeing both rooms, Kyle was wondering what the third room, called ‘Wild Wild West’, would be like, “Yea haw,” he laughed aloud and slapped his knee, “That will be mine and maybe some pretty little filly….”

”What filly Kyle…Oh My God!” said Maria upon entering the room. “You have got to be kidding.” She just stared at the decorations, “This is our room?”

Maria was standing in the door at the ‘Cave Man Rules’ room, complete with rock waterfall shower, faux stone furniture and walls. This room had a fold out sofa bed, a kitchenette hidden in a closet, and a stone fireplace. There was a large sunken Jacuzzi, for four and a small patio. The best item in the room by far was a large oversized club, the infamous caveman club, made of foam, to ‘knock’ your mate unconsciousness before carrying her to the raised platform fur-covered king size circular bed.

Kyle smiled; “Yeah well I figured the big lug would like the King sized bed. Oh you should see Max’s; it will make him green with envy.”

“You mean ‘make me green with envy’.”

“No, Max,” Kyle grinned secretively as a scream erupted down the hallway. Maria turned and rushed toward the sound, Kyle followed slowly.

“Yikes! What is this?” gasped Liz as she covered her mouth with her hand.

She was standing inside the ‘Alien Encounters of the Sexual Kind’ room, with a silver lame' bedspread covering a queen size bed, glowing green lights, brightly polished silver bare-metal ceiling, and flashing UFO’s flying overhead on a wire. The piece-de-résistance was an over sized fiberglass model of E.T. retrofitted to be a shower stall. There was a small sofa, a kitchenette, a dining set for two, and a saucer shaped freestanding gas fireplace in the corner.

“Oh! No! No, no, no this cannot be real!” exclaimed Max, the green lights were reflecting off his pale skin. Maria got there just in time to see Max and Liz bathed in a green glow, the look on their faces was priceless. Michael was walking by, aided by Isabel, when they stopped to see the sight.

“Oh my,” Isabel curled up her nose. “You have got to be kidding. Kyle?” She started to laugh as she gave him the thumbs up. Kyle just bowed and went out to the van to get everyone’s bags.

Michael laughed just once before he started coughing as the merriment was putting pressure on his injured ribs. Isabel held him tighter as Maria came around the other side as they walked down the hallway. “Wait till you see our room, it is a throwback.”

“To what Maria?” inquired Isabel, “The seventies?”

“Further,” replied Maria as she stopped in front of the cave room and threw open the door.

“Oh my God, you found Michael-land,” Isabel went into hysterics as they helped Michael to the bed.

“Hey, is that supposed to be some sort of insult?” Michael asked, “Because I am not amused.” He closed his eyes and winced sharply. Isabel noticed his discomfort.

“Michael! Are you calm enough to heal yourself?”

“No Isabel,” Michael took a shallow labored breath. “I tried…Didn’t work…hurt….” He took several gasps of air in between the short words and closed his eyes tight getting the pain back under control.

“Okay then I will get Max.”

“No thanks, … I don’t want …his help.” Michael sneered as he grimaced; he was in an incredible amount of pain. “I would rather die first.” Michael closed his eyes concentrating on reducing the pain.

Max was standing in the hallway and heard what Michael said. He really could not blame him, what he did was wrong. He entered the room quietly, not knowing exactly what to do.

“What do you want Max?” Michael, his eyes still closed, had felt him. Isabel turned around surprised that she did not hear him come in.

“I came to talk Michael.” Max looked at Maria and Isabel, “Is that okay?” asking their permission.

Isabel and Maria looked at each other. “If you don’t upset him and we stay in the room,” replied Maria. They each gave Michael a kiss on a cheek and went to sit at the faux granite dinning table, looking through a bunch of brochures left there for food delivery.

“Michael?” Max spoke quietly; Michael was silent as if he didn’t hear him. “Michael!” Max’s voice raised a little.

“I can hear you Max.” Michael winced, “It hurts to talk.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just exploded.” Max rubbed his forehead, trying to find the right words. “I had no right to hurt you like that, to use my powers. It was wrong. Michael?” Max stopped waiting for Michael to respond but he was silent. “Michael?”

“I hear you Max.”

“May I heal you? It is not right for you to be in pain.” Michael was once again silent, his eyes still closed. Max gingerly approached Michael and sat on the bed. “Can you take off your shirt so I can see the damage?” Michael opened his eyes revealing them full of hurt and pain. Max felt a teardrop slid down his cheek.

“I can’t move my arm.”

Max nodded and melted Michael’s shirt away as his marred body confronted him.

“Oh! God! Michael!” Liz exclaimed from the doorway, she suddenly felt very sick.

Behind her Kyle appeared. “Jeez Max! Look at him.”

The girls hearing the commotion turned around to see Michael’s chest, “Michael baby!” Maria came rushing over to his side, sobbing.

“I am okay. Max will fix it. Okay, don’t cry.”

Max laid his hand on Michael chest emitting the white healing glow, which spread throughout his body. Michael’s breathing became easier, his eyes softened. After the healing was done Max backed off as Maria laid her head on Michael’s chest, he was fatigued from the ordeal.

Max was played out as well from expending the healing energy; Michael was hurt extensively from the power zaps. Max sat on the sofa watching Michael apparently fall asleep.

~Soon these small hairline cracks resemble a root system~

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Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 4 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~Contemplation ~

Timeline: Same Day

“Oh, and last night's show took its toll on me. Well the city lights fly by me, as I lay my body in my bed, Oh, and dreams of you dance through my head.” “Highway Song” by Blackfoot

Isabel watched the two, wondering how much damage was done this time to their fragile friendship. Max was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands; Isabel could tell he was upset at what happened. Michael was asleep; his breathing was soft but regular.

Isabel sighed and shook her head, ‘I wish he and Michael would stop fighting, their actions scare me, I fear one will kill the other and then what?’ Isabel paused and went close to Michael to see if he was okay. She placed a hand on his head, being asleep, his walls were down a little and she could enter to see if he was okay, at least physically. Pulling back, she walked towards the bathroom door. ‘What both Michael and Max don’t seem to realize is that they counterbalance each other; they are exact opposites as if they were sides of the same coin. One thinks, one acts; one waits, one investigates; one finishes what the other begins; one is calm one is hot. Michael fills in Max’s faults while Max fills in Michael’s faults. Together they are perfection.’

“We need to let them rest.” Knowing the best thing they could do Isabel suggested that the girls go to the local Wal-mart for a few necessary items for the week ahead. “I am going to take a shower before we go.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” agreed Liz, “I guess me and ET will get up close and personal.” Liz put a comforting hand on Max’s shoulder before she left.

“Maria do you want to go first,” asked Isabel.

“No, I want to lie here with Michael for a while.”

“Okay,” as Isabel went into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower letting the rain effects wash over her skin, letting all the tension and pressures of the day go down the drain with the water. The water felt so good, so perfect. There was that word again perfect, perfection.

‘Aw, perfection, that word perfection and Roswell fit together. I was perfection in Roswell, did everything I was suppose to do, perfectly. I did the charity thing perfectly, I did the school thing perfectly, I did the friends who are snotty thing perfectly, I did the shopping mall thing perfectly, and I even did the daughter thing perfectly. I was the perfect girl next door, clean, not a hair out of place, a spotless fashion groupie that had all the boys at Roswell High eager to get into my pants. Yet none of them came close except for Michael and then later Alex after I realized Michael would go back to Maria after he got what he wanted from me, and in the end, I was right.’

Isabel shampooed her hair, rinsing the soap out, letting the blond locks grow out once again with a little magic as they fell down her back.

‘It was the fear of being found out that I was a freak that propelled me to seek the spotlight, to do the normal things a teenage popular hot looking girl would be expected to do on Saturdays or after school. I would throw myself into the mall, spending hours looking for the right belt, scarf, shoes or handbag. Most of the stuff is still in my closet with the price tags on because what I bought Friday afternoon was no longer in vogue Monday morning. Heavens forbid if Isabel Evans wore the wrong shade of lipstick or the wrong brand name belt to school.’

She soaped her body, letting the soft scrubby caress her body, she then drew her hand over her legs removing any hair from the ankles to the upper thigh. She continued the same practice until her body was void of hair in all the right places.

‘I attended parties, raves, get-togethers whatever, wherever the popular kids go to be seen and to see. I would flirt, dance, and talk with any boy that caught my eye, that is until Michael would show up, crash, barge in, whatever it took. He would cross his arms, stand close to me until I was avoided like the black plague by the boys. He never said anything or did anything but they all knew what would happen if they crossed the line. The girls, of course, would try to flock around him; he had a hot body and a bad reputation, a prized commodity for hormone producing girls looking for a one-nighter. However, Michael never talked to the girls or even looked at them; he would only talk to me and kept me close to him. Max of course never came to these parties, I believe it was Max who sent Michael to get me or at the very least to watch out for me.‘

Turning off the water, Isabel reached for a fluffy towel, drying her skin, rubbing briskly bringing the blood to the surface giving her an all over rosy glow. She put on a tight fitting pair of black jeans and a blue cashmere scoop neck top, cut low in the front. Looking in the mirror, she laughed as her memory played games with her.

‘I still giggle the time I was getting ready for a date and Michael noticed my low cut snug fitting top and asked in that jealous tone of his “why are you wearing that”. That night I felt his presence as my date and I went for a movie and some soda afterwards. I had to make him suffer as I knowingly caressed my date’s arm extra sensuously and leaned my head on his shoulder. Walking home, I let my hand skim across his butt, as Michael watched from the shadows. Then standing at the front door I gave the poor used fool a winning goodnight kiss, Michael watched from a tree across the street. I felt his jealously come across the street like a tidal wave; I enjoyed making him feel that way. Why? At that time, I really did not think about it. Only that it gave me pleasure as if I was getting back at him for something, for something old inside me.’

“Okay Maria the shower is all yours,” said Isabel as she came out of the bathroom.

"Hey your hair,” said Maria, "I Ilike."

"Thanks, I needed a change."

Taking a seat in a comfortable chair Isabel looked over to Max, who still had his head in his hands, he looked like he had been crying.

‘Max, my brother in both this life and past has been there for me that is up until I challenged his authority about college or dared to marry Jesse. As long as I went with what he wanted, it was okay. Of course, I did have my moments, when I could voice my opinion and he did listen but those were far and few between. I still have not forgiven him for turning on me and forbid my going to California to school. He pulled the King card, treating me as one of his slaves, those who kissed his ass like Ava. But that was not the first time Max turned on me or Michael for that matter. He threw us away when it suited him, like when he saved Liz. Sure it was a noble thing to do, but he exposed us, made our lives unsafe, Michael and me were all he had or so I thought up to that day. Many other small and big incidents have been filed away, locked inside my mask of perfection. Oh God I still love him as my brother, now and forever.’

Isabel then looked over to where Michael was asleep.

‘Michael can be an ass when he wants, oh hell let’s be honest Michael is an ass. He will take what he needs and then discard you like an old dishrag. Take for example when we thought I was pregnant. He was all concern, ready to marry me and take care of the baby, his heir, his son; he was so up for it I could see it in his eyes. He would even had left Maria for me. Then Max came walking into the diner to say I was not pregnant unless of course Michael and I had sex to produce the baby. I was sad, I wanted the child, and I wanted Michael. To make everyone feel good I said what a relief that was, in reality I was hoping that Michael would pick me up in his arms and love me, let me know that in the future it would be different. Instead, he jumped up and rushed to Maria announcing the false alarm so that they could be together again. He dumped me just like that, I was so hurt, so mad at him. Then later I find out we were supposed to be together as a couple, that I was destined to give him that son, the heir. Life is so cruel.’

Isabel got up and grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the cooler.

‘Destiny! Pooh! Why do I have to obey what an alien planet wants, a planet that dumped us here, alone, with traitors as protectors. It is such a joke. If we are suppose to be the great ‘Royalty of Antar’ then why are we treated as outcasts forced to hide, would you leave the saviors of a planet blind, deaf, and dumb unable to protect themselves from an enemy that we have no idea what they look like or who they are. If that is how we were treated on Antar, I will pass. ‘

She took a long drink, the liquid felt good to her parched throat.

‘Nevertheless, the idea of Destiny intrigues me. I was a Princess and lived in a palace. My brother was the King and according to the Mom-o-gram I was engaged to a great warrior, a knight in shinning armor. Okay maybe Michael’s armor is a little tarnished, but I must admit he does have assets. How do I know? That is one of the many little secrets Michael and I share. One night, that fateful summer, I found Michael up at the pod chamber sitting on a cliff, so like my dreams. I remember how his kisses felt, how hot his hands were, how my body trembled not only from the cold but also from the anticipation, the unknown, it was incredible, and I am ashamed to say but Jesse and maybe no human male can compare to my connection that night with Michael. The heavens opened up as our bodies, minds, and souls emerged into one. I was in ecstasy but as we came down from the high, I saw Maria and his love for her. I was incensed. How dare he make love to me and think about her. I hit him so hard with my fists and he just sat there taking the abuse. I hit him over and over yelling at him, he deserved it. The rest of the summer I ignored him, I hated him.’

Isabel got up and walked over to where Michael was, she once again placed her hand on his head. Satisfied with what she found she smiled and went back to sit.

‘Then that stupid stubborn ass almost got himself killed at the UFO center with that alien device and all I could think of was eliminating Brody who hurt Michael, I realized how much I loved Michael, but I kept it in check. By the time of my birthday we were speaking, well barley, but speaking. Michael even made a cake to try to make up with me, but then he had to go and spoil it by demanding that I stay unattached, expecting me to wait for him until he was finished with Maria. I still can feel the jealously that radiated from him when Grant walked in. However, the worst thing that Michael did was leave me to return to Antar alone. He looked at me expecting me to stay with him, as what a lonely old maid, waiting for him. No, I was going to go with Max. I guess it was fortunate that Michael did have second thoughts or I would be either dead or a slave to Ki'var. ‘

Liz came in the door and sat next to Max holding his hand. The sight of Michael’s damaged chest earlier left an impression on Liz. She felt that Max was wrong, but failed when she tried to verbalize her concerns.

Isabel tipped her head back shaking her head at her thoughts.

‘Damn it Michael, why can I not stay mad at you. What power do you have over me that intrigues me so? Everything we have been through, all the underlying sexual tension, the jealously, the bickering, the anger, and yes even hiding from Max that we had sex, it was you that brought me back from the verge of death itself. It was your voice that I heard, It was your essence that I felt strong, powerful, unyielding. I followed you. Why?’

“Ready?” Maria came out of the shower at that time dressed and ready to go.

“Kyle you are driving,” announced Isabel getting up.

“Is it safe to leave Michael and Max?” asked Maria.

“Is it Max?” Isabel directed the question to him.

“Yes,” he snarled. “I am not going to hurt him if that is what you think.”

“There see it is safe.” Isabel whispered to Maria, “Plus I can sense if they are having a fight. Michael is okay he just needs to rest. Don’t worry.”

The girls and Kyle got in the van and went just a few blocks down the road to the store. There they picked up essentials like toiletries, some new clothing items, snacks and drinks, a new CD, and some DVD’s for Michael to sooth his temper when he woke. Kyle wandered off to the café where he got some hotdogs to quell his grumbling stomach. It was almost three hours before the girls were done shopping; they were all in a jubilant mood, the day’s tensions just melted away. They found Kyle still sitting in the café, having an ice cream cone.

“Finally done?” said Kyle, looking at the overflowing shopping cart.

“Yeah. Hey that looks good,” said Liz, pointing to the cone, “I guess I must be really hungry,” giggling to herself.

“Let’s get something eat,” suggested Maria, “we will take Michael and Max something back to eat on.”

“Okay,” agreed Isabel.

“Where to ladies?” asked Kyle as he got up and maneuvered the heavy cart to the van, wondering when he signed up as a chauffeur.

~ These small hairline cracks shimmer and shake~

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Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 5 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Memories Surface ~

Timeline: Same Day

“Memories, they all lead up to this one day and many dreams lost along the way haunt me still, I guess they always will” “Only One Road” by Celine Dion

Max watched as the girls and Kyle left, he lay down on the sofa letting his mind drift contemplating on what happened and his relationship with Michael.

‘Michael…Michael…Michael…My relationship with Michael is odd; he is the only other male like me, a hybrid. I love him, I truly do. I need him and he needs me. It is as if we are part of some dysfunctional relationship built on violence and hatred instead of love and confidence. I know real men don’t admit they love anyone, you are suppose to hit each the in the shoulder and huff around looking mean. Nevertheless, I do love him, physically, mentally, and lately there has been a feeling emerging that I am terrified of, a primal sexual feeling. I don’t know anymore, everything is so confusing.’

‘Am I dysfunctional; are Michael and Isabel as well? I remember how I used and lied to the psychiatrist as he tried to delve into my personality to determine what was bothering me. What I cannot tell anyone is the dark feeling I have inside me. That feeling started subtly when Tess arrived, in the beginning it was a dull throb, but recently it has become a full fledge knife, searing a rip in my being. At first, I could control myself, although there were times I felt the power well up inside me exploding onto the surface. I defied Michael and Isabel with Tess at my side, I forced Isabel to my will concerning college, I physically hurt Michael for disobeying me, I forced myself onto Liz demanding that she conform to my wishes about dropping the Alex situation and grabbing her arm when she made me angry.’

‘I was the stronger alien, the leader, a King. But then I lost control, I yelled and denied what Liz said about Alex, I hit Michael, I threatened Isabel, I had Tess, my alien wife, impregnated; what I do not know is why I did it. Was it to get even wit Liz for leaving to Sweden? Was it to prove a point to Michael and Isabel that I was in control? Was it some deep-seated desire to impregnate my wife in order to establish my dominance as King or was I truly mind wrapped? Could it have been a combination of emotions, trickery, and ego? I fear the truth; my actions have already caused the birth of an innocent child that was born on an alien world and like us, dumped, never to know his true parents.’

Max sat straight up, he thought he heard a voice. Listening carefully, he heard nothing and lay down again as he reformed his thoughts.

‘I am so afraid Michael will leave us, he has tried three times to desert me; once when Hank hit him and again before graduation. Both times, he returned to me, but then when we were going to Antar he left me. At the time, I was okay with that, sad but I had my son to worry about, I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was fortunate that Michael backed out when he did, now that I look back on it. But this gnawing ache in the back of my head says he deserted Isabel and me to Ki’var for his selfish reason of wanting to bed Maria. Was it because he could not leave Maria or was there something else? I asked him once and he said he did not know, only that he knew he could not go, something told him it was wrong to go. Recently I catch myself angry that he dared to leave me; I know it sounds illogical but it is as if I am jealous. As I said before it is getting harder and harder to understand my feelings for Michael. Could this be some type of delayed alien hormone problem?’

‘Maybe it was his alien senses and he just was not able to recognize them. On several occasions, he was right, always after the fact, I saw that as truth; at the time I fought with him insisting that he do things my way, after all I am King. Nevertheless, he was right many times, I can acknowledge that to myself, but I will never give him the pleasure of hearing me say well done or you were right. He would look at me weak, vulnerable, not a good position to be in with a warrior.’

Max sat up and stretched his neck to each side the muscles tensed as he moved. ‘I feel as though my mind is rambling again, anymore I do not even know if I sound lucid when I speak aloud.’ Max grabbed a bottle of cold water sitting next to him. The cold sensation helps a little shocking his body back into reality, clearing his mind as Max absorb some new information Zan has allowed him to visualize.

‘Funny how new facts come into my mind, as if I had known that information all my life. I know that it is Zan slowly eating away at me, letting me see glimpses of my past, but I keep resisting him. Although the information he has is irresistible, and he is using my desire to obtain information against me.’

Max saw Michael stirring in his sleep as if he was having a nightmare. Inaudible words escaped from his mouth, Max got up, walked over to the bed and leaned in to see if he could hear what Michael was saying. Michael sensed Max was close and opened his eyes.

“Max,” he said very softly, lifting his head slightly. “Where is everyone?”

“They went to the store.” Max took off his shoes and slid onto the bed next to Michael, “you were having a nightmare.”

“Yeah, I have lots of those, nothing.” Michael laid his head down. “Max what I said about Liz, you know I didn’t mean it.” Michael closed his eyes trying to find the words to explain what he has been feeling lately and why. “I don’t know why I said it. Shit I don’t know why I am doing most things lately.”

“The same here Michael,” Max sighed as he laid his head down looking up. “I hurt you Michael, bad on purpose. I think I am losing my sanity some days.”

Michael opened his eyes to see both him and Max in the mirrored ceiling, “It is okay, we will make it, we just have to try harder. Our past is catching up to us and we don’t know how yet to handle the memories or feelings.”

Max looked at Michael’s reflection, “Your right, there are conflicting thoughts, memory fragments, feelings that are incomplete.” Max noticed Michael shudder, his shirt was still off, “Hey you’re cold.” He sat up, grabbed a faux fur blanket, and threw it over Michael.

He then lay back down, on his side looking at Michael. “Just like now I remember being in a bed with you and Vilandra, feeling safe because you were there, a fur covered us.” He brushed the hair out of Michael’s eyes. “I also remember this.” He bent forward, kissed Michael gently, briefly, and pulled back. Max, no Zan then waited for Michael’s reaction.

Michael just looked at Max, he furrowed his brow at the kiss not knowing what to say or do. Under normal circumstances, he would have pounded the shit out of a guy that kissed him. However, something felt familiar, right with that action, something deep inside him was awaken, coming out of a dormant state. “I think I will sleep now,” said Michael after a long silence. Max nodded and began to get up. “Max you can stay here if you want, that is if it is okay with Liz?”

“Are you sure,” Michael nodded. “Okay,” Max went to the bathroom washed his face and pulled off his shirt and pants folding them neatly. He came back in and laid on the edge of the bed.

Michael looked over amused. “I don’t bite Maxwell, well at least not hard.” Max blushed and moved a little closer to Michael, “You may want to try climbing under the covers since there is no heat in here.” Max blushed even more as he drew up his legs and slipped them under the covers. He could feel Michael warm body only a few inches away. Michael with a wave dimmed the lights to faint and ignited the fireplace taking the chill off the room. “This is what I remember Max,” said Michael’s voice although Rath was in control, as he rolled over on his side propping his body up on his elbow. “The fireplace, the bed with furs, you being angry and hurting me real bad, walking in a garden, war, blood, water cascading down on us, waking and seeing you next to me, and…,” Michael broke off.

“What Michael?” asked Max softly, his voice barley a whisper, “What else do you remember?”

Michael just looked at Max and then without warning he took Max in a searing kiss. Max was drowning, he could feel the raw power of Michael, of Rath, he remembered as he returned the kiss: emotion for emotion, passion for passion. Zan broke the surface as he fought for breath.

Finally, Michael broke the kiss, as he leaned into Max’s neck, kissing his ear, “Please Zan stay here, I need to feel you close to me again. I have felt so vacant for so long.”

“Lay down Rath, on your stomach,” Zan whispered, “Let me rub your back like I used to do to help you to sleep.” Max stopped and shot up, leaving Michael to thump his head onto the mattresses. “I remember, I remember Michael,” Max had gain back control for a minute, turned to Michael smiling, “When you had trouble sleeping at night from nightmares about battles and something else.” Max stopped trying to remember just what it was. “Oh well, I cannot remember what else, but I use to rub your back.”

Michael smirked, “Yeah I remember.”

“Flip over,” Michael complied and Max started caressing and rubbing his back, Zan came back adding in small kisses here and there. Soon he felt Michael’s breath get heavy as he fell asleep. Max drew up the blankets and laid his head on Michael’s shoulder, cuddling him as he fell quickly asleep.

The girls and Kyle found them that way when they came back.


~ The crack shattered ~

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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 6 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~The Past Repeats ~

Timeline: Same Day

“I can't seem to learn not to love you. You get to me ev'ry time. You're someone I just can't say no to and you're so good at changin' my mind.” “Wrong Road Again - Crystal Gayle”

“Max!” Isabel shook his shoulder. “Max.”

Max raised his head to see Isabel, Maria, Liz, and Kyle staring at him. They had their mouths hanging open at the sight of his head on Michael’s shoulder.

“Shhh!,” he indicated his finger, “nightmares,” Max whispered to Isabel.

Isabel nodded; coming over to the others, she wiggled her finger for them to follow her out of the room.

Once in the hallway, Isabel explained how Michael use to have terrible nightmares and Max would stay with him, rubbing his back until he slept.

She then suggested that they all use ET’s room or else be subjected to Michael’s constant tossing and turning as well as shouting. Maria was worried about Michael being with Max, but Isabel assured her he would be okay and offered to dream walk him to prove it to Maria.

Once inside the green glowing, silver lame room, Liz and Kyle opted each for a sofa, Liz got the fold out one. Isabel and Maria shared the bed where she could help Maria dream walk Michael.

“I will wake you when he is dreaming.” Isabel whispered to Maria. “Give him a couple of hours to be in deep sleep with no nightmares. I really do not want to walk in on of those.”

Maria nodded and curled up to sleep.
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Rath was having one of his nightmares again. Zan woke hearing him muttering as he tossed and turned.

“Rath,” Zan gently shook him, “Wake up you are having a dream.”

Rath became still as he opened his eyes, seeing Zan hovering above him. “You stayed?”

“Yes, I said I would.”

“You stayed?” Rath repeated the phrase, “Zan.”

”Yes Rath,” Zan lowered his mouth onto Rath’s savoring the moment, kissed him fully on the mouth, letting his tongue slid against his lips seeking entrance, when Rath gasped at the touch and Zan took the opportunity to slide in

Rath moaned reaching his arm up pulling Zan down on top of him in a fevered kiss. one of passion. Zan leaned more fully against his body, their hips barley brushing together.

Zan pulled back their eyes met; he saw the lust mirror in Rath’s eyes.

"Rath…" he whispered.

It was imperative at that second that Rath felt Zan fully against him; he was out of control in his carnal desire for Zan. In slow motion, Rath rolled Zan over onto his back.

He then leaned in and kissed Zan with such passion and need that Zan almost forgot to breath. He opened his mouth and welcomed the soft moist tongue that lapped at his lips. They moaned simultaneously as their tongues met and Zan’s eyes drifted shut. Their tongues danced their own dance imitating the sexual act they both wanted. Rath was kissing him in way that Zan never tired of, demanding, lustful, primal, forceful.

He slowly lowered his weight onto Zan deliberately letting his hip crash into Zan’s, causing their hard erections to come into contact through their boxers, as he sensuously moved back and forth as well as side to side. Zan let out a loud moan upon contact, breaking the kiss momentarily, before Rath reclaimed him as they melted into another intoxicating kiss.

It was unbelievably seductive as Zan could felt his cock awaken and pulsate with need. Rath’s hands were on the moved, erotically gliding up and down Zan’s body, his finger graceful in their feather like touches. His ears elated in the small whimpers or moans that Zan emitted, all caused by his ministrations.

Zan's world was spinning out of control; his eyes clouded over and his head fogged in from the emotional impact. He began to clutch to Rath, his hands wandering all over, scratching and clawing at his back and ass. All the time they were grinding their hips together, Zan unconsciously was rubbing himself against Rath, as low primal moans escaped them both every time they felt the pressure from each other’s cocks. Zan felt himself sinking; finally, he had to break away from the kiss so he would not black out from all the sensations.

He looked up at Rath and knew at that second he would have him again; he would take Rath as his confidant, as his lover. This time though he would let the world know, he would let Antar know that their King demanded Rath and won him. He would have to be cautious. In their past life, Rath refused to acknowledge Zan as his confident, preferring to keep it secret. Everyone knew Rath was his, but since it was never official, they all still tried to take Rath as their own, the generals, the nobles, and even some of the lower rank Antarian males. To have the Second-in-Command as a confident would have been a great coup in anyone’s book.

Zan suddenly flipped Rath onto his back as he assaulted him; ‘tonight I will begin to bind him once again to me’ he thought as he began his campaign. He kissed Rath with as much love as he could summon, as he lowered himself on top of Rath.

It felt good, having the weight of Zan’s body pushing him further into the mattress; Rath spread his legs so that Zan could settle between them. Their erections met again, unyieldingly as Zan’s lower body sank in between Rath's open legs causing moans to escape from both of them. Zan slowly broke their kiss and looked down at Rath; a teasing smile grazed his lips as he rolled his hips slowly, sliding his hard cock over Rath's.

"ohhh" Rath moaned as he slowly slid his hands down Zan’s back, slipping under the fabric grasping his firm butt in his hands.

"Do you like that?" Zan asked, his eyes glittering with mirth.

Rath was busy caressing the sensitive area just above Zan’s ass, lightly tracing the slight indenture letting his finger trail downward, causing Zan to shudder.

“Do you?” rasped out Rath.

Zan grinned, knowing how he could affect Rath. His fingertips scraped lightly over Rath’s chest drawing lazy circles when he felt Rath shiver at the assault on his body by Zan. He lowered his head down his neck feeling the harden muscles under his dancing tongue. He encircled his left nipple and licked it lightly before crossing his chest, approaching the other main target. Zan made large circles around this nipple, slowly spiraling inward towards the center.

Beneath him, Rath was stirring, moaning loudly, and bucking his hips off the bed into the air taking Zan with him. Zan enjoyed hearing Rath’s moans; it made his need for Rath increase exponentially. Zan finally reached his target as he lowered his lips onto the harden nipple and sucked sharply inwards creating a seal with his lips. The suction on his nipple was incredible as Rath arched upward, taking Zan with him, as he flipped him effortlessly over.

Rath was all over Zan; his hands caressed his back, chest as they made their downward taking Zan’s boxers off with them. He grasped Zan’s cock with his one hand as the other continued to stroke Zan’s body; Rath looked down at the object in his hand and then looked back down at Zan with a provocative smile upon his face. Slowly he stroked Zan’s cock, scraping the underside with his nail as he milked out the pre-cum, which he spread all over the tip.

Rath bent his head down kissing Zan’s neck, as he whispered in his ear, “Tonight no past, no future, no Max, no Michael.” He took Zan In another hot kiss, as he continued to stroke his hard cock, relishing in Zan hips moving against his hands. “No memories, no hatred, no anger.” Rath again took Zan lips; forcing his tongue in wrapping it around Zan’s sucking both back into his own mouth. “No questions, no answers, no thoughts.”

Rath again leaned in for another kiss, he let Zan feel the raw energy he held in his body. The stream shot through like a hot poker as it coursed through his body, his cock became even harder in Rath’s hand. Zan was shaking; the surge from Rath was unimaginably powerful, greater in intensity than Rath had ever allowed Zan to feel. Zan wanted more; it was like a drug to him, he wanted to be inside Rath to feel his energy, to be in his mind, his soul, his body.

Rath sat back a little, his hand was still busy slowly, unmercifully torturing Zan’s cock, bringing him to brink of ecstasy and then backing down; his cock was leaking pre-cum like a sieve. Rath smiled again at Zan as he took his fingers washing them in the pre-cum. Then staring into Zan’s eyes, he brought his fingers up and one by one, he licked the pre-cum of, encircling his tongue around his long fingers. Zan lost it watching his actions.

With a loud growl and speed, Zan leaped up and toppled Rath backward onto his back, eliminating his boxes what a simple wave of his hand. They kissed feverously, gasping for breath, as they paused for second before they were back in each other’s mouths. Zan finally broke the kiss as he started his way down Rath's neck, sucking on his pulse point, feeling his heart race, race for him, race for what he was doing to him. Zan felt himself get even harder, the feelings of dominance was welling up in him urging him to take what was his: a warrior, his warrior. Zan was on the verge of exploding at the simple thought of having his warrior under him, his heart beating faster for him, him moaning for him, his warrior, belonging to no other confidant.

Rath closed his eyes and enjoyed everything Zan was doing to his body, the flame was ignited, his skin was burning, his soul was on fire; he urged Zan onward as he continued to explore Rath’s skin, relishing in it’s texture and silky feeling.

“I like this body,” Zan breathed out heavily as he latched onto a nipple. The muscles on Rath’s chest contracted, hardening to his touch, Zan mouth continued down Rath's muscled stomach, as his hands went on their own route downward encircling his hard throbbing cock.

Rath’s breath quicken pace as he felt Zan’s tongue slowly draw a wet trail up along the underside of Rath's rock hard shaft. He moaned loudly, tangling his fingers in Zan’s hair, causing it to lengthen.

Zan’s tongue came up over the tip, drinking in the pearly fluid as his tongue lightly flicked over the tip of Rath’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Rath thought he was going to come unglued. “Oh fuck yes Zan…yes.. oh god yes.”

Zan smiled as he looked back up at Rath, his eyes closed, his head tipped back, his mouth opened, and quick panting breaths were evident as his chest raised and fell. He had Rath where he wanted him, just a little more to take him over the edge.

Bending he swept down and in one gulp swallowed Rath’s cock into his mouth. Rath screamed and bucked his hips up forcing his cock even deeper in Zan’s throat. Zan sucked on his cock squeezing it with his tongue and throat muscles until he could feel Rath wanted to come. He stopped suddenly and let go of the harden flesh lifting his body back onto Rath’s claiming a deep kiss.

"I want you Rath.” Zan whispered into his ear, “I want to make love to you, slow sensual, with emotions and meaning.” Zan slowly rubbed the inside of Rath’s thigh with one hand as he spread his legs further apart. Rath opened his eyes and looked up at Zan; he wanted it just as badly.

Locking Rath’s eyes with him, he slowly raises his hips as his cock slide up and down teasing Rath with anticipation. Zan pushed against him, just barley to let the tip slide in, but Rath suddenly arched upwards, forcing Zan’s cock in, catching him off guard as Zan gasped in surprise and then pleasure. The passage was slick and the feeling sensual thanks to alien know how and a little unknown physical attribute that Pearce’s examination failed to uncover. A part of alien anatomy that was considered a recessive gene even on Antar and was only prevalent in the royal lines. The gene was a part of the Ancient Antarian physique before the invasion of foreign DNA into the gene pool.

Rath wrapped his legs around Zan’s waist forcing him in deeper; he complied as he began to rock his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out easily. At first Zan was slow and gentle but soon that changed as he bared his head down on Rath’s stomach and started pounding into him.

Zan’s breath grew shorter as his cock was ramming Rath hard and fast; soon he was thrusting wilding into Rath, who match his strokes as their hips crashed together.

Zan slowed only to raise Rath’s ass higher off the bed, seeking the right angle for the prostrate as Zan began to hit it deliberately in short strokes, as he was ready to come.

“Oh shit I am coming,” yelled Zan yelled as he shoved his cock in all the way in one final thrust. His cock exploded drenching Rath’s insides with streams of hot wet liquid.

Zan collapsed onto Rath, lying there gathering up his strength to complete the mating ritual and make Rath his.

~ One crack, one fracture, one chasm ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 7 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Sweet Revenge ~

Timeline: Same Night

“ I've been treated like an orphan, an' I've been workin' like a slave An' if I never get my revenge, evilness will carry me to my grave.” “I've Been Treated Wrong by Memphis Minnie

Rath felt the hot semen hit inside as Zan came and then collapse upon him, breathing heavily wanting to complete the ritual. Rath knew what he was up to but he had plans of his own. Before Zan could regain his strength, Rath flipped him over, removing Zan’s cock from his ass.

Zan was shocked when he realized Rath had not come nor was he seduced into the submissive part of the ritual. He was somehow able to resist. ‘Damn it,’ Zan thought, ‘maybe I can still recover the loss.’

Rath was now in control as the animal inside him took over. He wanted Zan and now he would take him, not in slow loving method as Zan had done but with force, hard, fast, demanding, unyielding, actions.

Looking down at Zan under his weight, Rath smiled, he did love him but he would be damned to let Zan in on that knowledge, at least for now. There would be time later for bonding, for love, for companionship, for desire. Now all he wanted was revenge as he forced Zan onto his stomach.

“On your knees,” ordered Rath, as he pulled Zan upwards spreading his legs out wide and settling his body in between. Rath ran his hands along Zan spine, his fingers massaging the muscles as he gently forced Zan’s upper body down until his chest and head were on the bed. Rath continued his massaging up his body and then outward along Zan’s arms spreading them wide. Slowly he backtracked, keeping pressure on Zan’s back to remain in place.

He smiled at the sight, this was his revenge for what Max had done to Michael, he would learn, just like Zan learned, Rath nor Michael are easy targets, you have to earn them, you have to be worthy of them. Rath leaned over to Zan’s ear, "I'm going to fuck you," Rath whispered. "Long, deep, and hard. I'm going to put my cock inside you and fuck you ‘till I come." This is what Rath wanted his King on his knees in front of him, his ass in the air, waiting to be fucked, submissive to him, moaning for him, screaming his name; Rath was once again that ancient warrior taking his portion of war trophies.

Zan shuddered with anticipation at those words; he wanted to be connected again to Rath, to feel him.

Rath slowly started to massage Zan’s ass enjoying the muscle as he watched him squirm slightly under his touch. There was none, in the known galaxy, that could match Rath except for Zan; they were equals, equal in strength, in vitality, in desire, in want and Rath would take nothing less for his confident.

Rath found the tight opening and circled it with one of his fingers. The muscles tightened in reflex and when they relaxed again, Rath slowly pushed a finger inside. Zan moaned, the finger was greedily accepted as Rath then crooked the finger buried inside and brushed the tip up against Zan's prostate.

A high-pitched whimper spilled out of Zan's lips and when Rath did it again, the sensation was overwhelming. Zan stated to push his chest off the mattress, only to find Rath’s hand still on his back firmly keeping him in place.

“Scream, moan, and yell all you want.” Rath growled out, “I am not stopping; I am going to fuck you over and over.”

Zan moaned shamelessly as his eyes rolled back into his head, the pleasure was more than he had felt in such a long time. Rath chuckled at Zan's responses, his cock twitch at the thought of entering Zan’s tight ass soon. Slowly he drew out one finger only add another on his way back in.

Rath then moved them in and out of Zan's tight opening, loosening the muscles as his other hand found Zan's cock and started stroking it in time with his finger's thrusts. He leaned down kissing Zan’s back before he bit down hard marking him. Zan arched back forcing more of Rath’s slender long fingers into him.

"You like?" Rath whispered in the darkness.

"You have to ask?" Zan chuckled, the sweet laughter turning into a moan as Rath's fingers brushed his prostate again. “Oh fuck.”

"Don't hold back.” Rath said as he added a third finger and Zan felt himself being stretched. The pressure was incredible; he was so hard again in Rath’s hand.

“You want to come?” Rath pushed his fingers into Zan's sweet spot and worked his need with short, quick strokes; both inside and out.

That was Zan's undoing and he came with a loud scream, his ass muscles closed tightly around Rath’s fingers in a vice gripe; a gripe that made Rath want to be inside Zan. It was unbearable to wait any longer as he withdrew his fingers.

Rath spread Zan's cheeks as the tip of his arousal brushed his entrance. "Ready,” with that he pressed into Zan in one long move, never stopping or yielding until he was sheath inside Zan, the tight muscle ring held Rath’s cock as he finally stilled. Zan took a deep breath, the feeling was exquisite, he not only felt Rath’s thick full cock but he opened the connection into their souls as the electricity jumped between them.

Zan closed his eyes as Rath began to move in and out, each time with a little more force than the last. Slowly a blue glow envelope the two lovers, as Rath leaned forward again and kissed Zan on the back, then bit him harder. Zan yelped and slammed backwards into Rath, The two met with a sharp blue sparks being emitted upon contact. Rath did this over and over again, until Zan’s back had a multitude of marks.
“I thought you said you don’t bite,” stammered out Zan in between moans of pleasure.

“I lied,” smiled Rath as he again bit his lover’s back.

Then Rath bit real hard drawing blood, the warrior had been released as he licked up the blood, tasting the lust and tremor in Zan’s body. Rath found another spot and drew blood again.

Zan felt Rath’s teeth pierce his skin and his life force being suck through Rath’s tongue as he lapped up the drops of blood. He felt the power of the warrior enter him, the fear that he could instill in his enemies, the ecstasy of death in battle, the thrill of victory, and the lust for blood.

Zan was now holding onto the fur blanket as Rath began to propel his body into him forcing them to slide across the bed. Rath rolled his hips just slightly changing the angle as he brushed up against his prostate once again.

"Oh, God!" Zan moaned, and gasped as Rath did it again. Rath began to thrust uncontrollably; he was pumping in and out of Zan like a piston, increasing the speed and thrusting power each time. His finger sank into Zan’s hips bringing him back onto his cock with each movement.

Zan bit his lip and moaned helplessly as the sensations washed through him. Rath saw the turmoil of emotion inside of Zan and chuckled to himself. He gave his hips another thrust and Zan's response as a tidal wave, back to Rath.

With a growl, Rath kept every stroke in contact with Zan's prostate, as he once again took hold of Zan’s harden cock, stoking it hard and fast in time to his hips.

Zan braced himself, feeling the release again building. Rath knew that Zan was close and sped up his actions, wanting Zan to come with him.

"Rath!" He screamed silently as he cock twitched and spilled into Rath’s hand as his ass shook with spasms and contracted, holding Rath in a tight strangling grip causing him to moan loudly as he tumbled over the edge.

Zan felt the warmth flood inside him; he bucked up to Rath again trying to initiate the mating ritual again.

“No Zan. When the time is right, we will bond again but not now. Max and Michael are not ready,” said Rath panting hard as he rolled him and Zan onto their sides, his cock still firm within.

Rath felt all his strength drain from him as he entered the intense orgasm after effect. Zan followed him down into the blackness as they found sleep.
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“Maria, wake up,” Isabel gently shook her awake. “Did you want to check on Michael?”

Maria nodded and took hold of Isabel’s hand as they entered his the dream plane.

~Shake Rattle Roll ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 8 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ Crowded Bed ~

Timeline: The Next Day

"I want your sex. I want your love. I want your.. Sex. It's natural. It's chemical (let's do it). It's logical. Habitual (can we do it?). It's sensual. But most of all... Sex is something we should do. Sex is something for me and you. Sex is natural - sex is good. Not everybody does it. But everybody should. Sex is natural - sex is fun” “I want your sex” by George Michael


Entering the dream plane Maria and Isabel saw Michael sitting on a large boulder overlooking a vast valley in front of him.

Turning he saw them enter. “Maria? Isabel? Why are you here?”

“Maria was worried about you Michael,” Isabel explained, “I know that you forbade entering your dreams but ...”

Michael nodded his head that he understood.

Taking Maria’s hands, he looked into her eyes. “I am okay. You know Max and I like to toss things around, sometimes it gets rough. But I am okay don’t worry.”

“Michael you scare me. I am afraid one day you or Max will go too far.” Maria was on the verge of crying.

“Don’t cry. I will try to keep my temper down, be patient a while longer with me.” He kissed her tenderly, “Okay?”

“Okay,” Maria sniffled as Isabel took her hand as they faded to blackness

“See, there he is okay now go to sleep and have pleasant dreams.” Isabel waited a few minutes and then closed her eyes, returning to the dream plane.

“Rath!” Vilandra was sharp in her tone. “Why did you pretend to be Michael?”

Michael turned towards Isabel, his form slowly changed to Rath, as Isabel changed to Vilandra. “What does it matter? I am him, he is me.”

“Is it that easy?” asked Vilandra, “for us to be merged with them.”

“There is no choice Vilandra. We must learn to merge and to accept the new beings that we will all become.”

“Will Michael accept you?”

“He is fighting me. Afraid of becoming what I am, a warrior made for the battlefield.” Rath smiled “He is scared of warfare, not trained as I was, he does not know what to expect. That is what he fears the most, the unknown.”

“Isabel is also fighting me. Her greatest fear is that she will return to Ki’var.”

“Will you my dear wife. Will you return to the man who tortured and killed us?” Rath took Vilandra by the arms, looking deep into her eyes.

“Do you remember everything Rath?”

“No only bits and pieces.”

“Do you love Maria?”

“Why? Do you worry?” Rath let go of Vilandra's arms as he stood on the boulder his eyes scanning the horizon. "It is my right to take another as my wife."

“No, I am your wife by law, you cannot deny me.” Vilandra challenged him.

“Have you let Isabel in on your little secret?” asked Rath still looking outwards, “Or does she still believe in that ridiculous lie Ava perpetrated as the Queen words.”

“No she does not know we are married.” Vilandra smiled coyly, “Maybe I will never let her know.” Vilandra came upon the side of Rath, “Maybe she will find anther human like Jesse, a man to love her, to make love to her.”

“Do not forget my dear wife that according to Antarian law I can denounce you for your affair.” Rath turned his head, coldness filled his voice, “and then I can divorce you through your execution as a traitor to the throne.”

Lightening suddenly exploded across the sky as Rath faded away.

“Damn you!” Vilandra screamed out.
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Max woke up early and went to get a shower and dress. Last night was foggy and he had the strangest dream that he kissed Michael. Looking in the mirror, he wondered if he was really going crazy.

Hey, Michael, better get up before Maria drags you out.” Max snickered as he pulled Michaels ankles dragging his feet to the floor.

“No Max, it is too early.”

“No it is 8 am. The girls will be here any minute for breakfast so you….,” Max stopped in mid-sentence staring at Michael who stood up stark naked, with a slight morning arousal prevalent.

“Got it,” Michael said as he headed for the shower stretching as he went.

Max shook his head trying to take his mind off the sight. He had seen Michael naked before and although he did look maybe look more than he should, this time he felt himself harden at Michael’s nudity.

“Hey morning girlfriend,” as the whirlwind known as Maria burst into the room. “Where’s Michael?” Upon hearing the shower, she let out a devil’s glint and opened the bathroom door quietly.

Max turned and walked out the door sealing it, he knew he would not see Michael before dinner.
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Michael was facing the showerhead leaning into the spray as the water pulsated off his chest, enjoying the exhilarating refreshing massage. His head was tilted slightly back allowing the water to rush over his neck and face, tiny beads of water fall dripped off his semi-erect cock. Michael closed his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair, cleaning the soft strands with a little alien magic. The water drenched his arms, trickling down his biceps, flowing in a stream from his elbows onto the floor below.

Deafened by the sound of the water pouring down Michael failed to hear the bathroom shut. Maria very quietly removed her clothes, captivated by Michael’s body under the water. Looking slowly from his feet to his head, Maria appreciated the magnificent specimen in front of her as Michael shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His ass was so tight, so inviting, Michael back shuddered as he felt her presence.

Maria started moving towards Michael, as she slid up against his back, her skin cool and dry. Michael smiled as her hands encircled his waist, giving him a small kiss on his shoulders. Maria reached forward pushing Michael forward as well until she could reach the shower gel and a scrubby. Leaning back, Maria lathered up the scrubby with the gel.

She placed a hand in the middle of Michael’s back, encouraging him to stand in place. Michael can feel her breath against his neck, as she whisper to him, "Just relax baby and enjoy." Michael leaned into the rock wall, his hands holding his body in place.

Maria began to glide her fingers over his body with such tenderness, with such love that each swipe of the scrubby vibrated that feeling though Michaels’s body. Maria reversed her fingers as she caressed his ass, kneading the muscular mounds.

Maria slid her body along his back as she proceeded to downwards to the floor, as she massaged the soap into his legs, sliding her hands between his inner thigh, stoking the skin from the pubic bone down to his knees and back up again, grazing his balls and cock with her finger tips.

Michael let out a low moan that filled the enclosed shower area. Maria tilted her head upwards to see Michael’s head down against the rock wall, his eyes closed, and his chest raising and falling in quick short pants.

Her fingers continue to glide down the inner thigh down to his calf muscles; Maria took her time soaping them and then slowly dropping down to his ankles. Satisfied with her work she started back up reversing the process until she reached his knees. Standing, she slowly let her fingers once again stroke the inner thighs as she now brushed against a full hard cock.

Michael slowly turned around, opening his eyes gazing at Maria with such lust in his eyes that her legs grew faint at the sight. He brushed the wet hair out of her face as he brought her chin up to him for a deep kiss.

He pulled her close in, holding her tight as if he was afraid she would disappear. His strong arms wrapped around her tiny waist holding her secure. Breaking the kiss, he lapped at her neck, whispering her ear, “I love you. Maria was surprised, no prodding, no nudging, no hints. For the first time Michael said these words on his own.

Michael began pressing against Maria, as his body began a slowly swaying, teasing her with his arousal. He lowered his head he slowly kisses his way down her neck, pausing at hr collarbone.

Maria felt his hands on her back, holding her from falling. The kisses on her throat and neck were indescribable as she fell into the feeling that was washing over her. Maria placed her hands on each side of his face and pulled his head back, looking deep into his dark whisky brown eyes.

Not a word spoken as Maria leans upward for a passionate kiss, a kiss between lovers. Michael reciprocate with as his lips parted ever so slightly, their tongues dancing, their breath became one, Maria felt the electrical impulses that radiated just below Michael’s skin come alive.

The sounds of the water gushing out of the showerhead, the heat of their bodies, and the smell of soap in the air, that was all their sense could handle as succumb to the enviable.

Maria stepped forward pushing Michael up against the wall, he hands stoking his cock, making him moan for her. Suddenly Michael turned with such speed that Maria never saw him move until her back was against the wall. He lifted her off the ground, as she hugged his hips with her legs.

The water fell down their bodies, pouring over their heads, drowning them as they kissed feverishly. Michael leaned into Maria bracing her against the wall as he slowly lowered her body into position.

Maria could feel the head of his cock, posed for entrance, with great control Michael eased himself into Maria, inch by inch until he filled her to the hilt.

With Maria’s back pushed up against the rock wall, he began to lower and raise her onto his cock, up and down, up and down. Michael bent his legs as he moved into a rhythm, his ass muscles straining with every pump. Michael increased the speed and pressure with each thrust, his head was down on her shoulder, concentrating on the action.

Maria dug her fingernails into his biceps and shoulders as she held on, her body quivering as she went through one orgasm after another. Michael thrust upward harder, bringing her hips to collide onto his cock, speeding up the explosion they both were seconds from

Then with one final burst of force, Michael thrust upward high into her pussy hitting the back wall as he shot her full of hot liquid, drenching her cunt with alien semen.

Maria came at the same time, her walls tightened and were so rigid that she captured his cock in a strangle hold. Michael gasped at the feeling, as he felt the blackness upon him. Turing her around he laid against the wall as he slowly sank to the floor, his cock firm inside of her, her legs around his waist, she sat in his lap as he butt hit the cold concert floor.

They held tight to each other, as the water cascaded down upon their fevered bodies: cleansing them, cleaning their souls, cleansing their thoughts.

Michael continued to hold Maria fast in his arms, as he climbed into orgasmic bliss. Finally, after a few minutes, Michael was able to stand as he dried and he carried Maria to the bed, where he again passed out. The rest of the day they spent in bed, where they talked, kissed, and made love exploring various new positions as suggested on the in-house porn channel.

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Michael was asleep on the bed, he was still sore from yesterday’s event specifically the fight, when Isabel knocked on the door.

“Maria,” she cautiously opened the door. Isabel saw Michael on the bed, his shirt was off but he did have his pants on. “Maria.”

Maria came out of the bathroom,

“Hey come on in.” Isabel looked at Michael wondering if she disturbed him. “Oh don’t worry about him; a semi crashing through the wall would not wake him.” Maria laughed. “Come on sit down. What is going on?”

“Nothing, everyone has been laid back watching TV or talking. Even Max seems in a good mood. How is Michael?”

“Still sore and stiff from the fight.” Maria glanced over at Michael, “I don’t think Max got everything perfect, there was just too much to heal all at once.”

Isabel nodded in agreement as a knock came at the door, “Probably the others have tracked me down,” Isabel stifled a giggle. “Can’t go anywhere witout the wolf pack on your heels.

Maria laughed as she opened the door to the rest of the pack. “Hey come on in.”

Max noticed Michael on the bed and went over to him. Sliding onto the bed next to him, he put his hand on his forehead very gently. Not happy with what he found Max then place his hand on Michael’s chest and emitted some more healing energy, hopping that would take care of his sore and stiff muscles. Michael smiled in his sleep aware of Max and what he was doing.

Deciding they needed to eat as the hour was getting late, Isabel picked up the phone to order some food and see how the evening progressed from there. “Does anyone have a preference for dinner?” No one answered. “Well I am ordering the following Chinese items: Wonton Soup (3 orders), Hot and Sour Soup (2 orders), Steamed Rice (2 orders), Fired Rice (3 orders), Chicken Lo Mein, Almond Chicken, Mongolian Beef (2 orders), Kung Pao, Chicken Beef in Szechwan Hot Garlic Sauce (2 orders), and Vegetable Chicken.” She was reading from the menu and notes she had taken down, “Any complaints?”

“Egg Rolls,” Michael added, surprising all that he was awake, although his eyes were still closed.

“Any other complaints?” Hearing no complaints, she placed the order with the egg roll addition.

Satisfied Max sprawled out on a sofa to nap before dinner, while the girls took a shower and changed clothes. Liz came back into the room, feeling a hundred percent better. She saw Michael stir and open his eyes. Liz came close and sat on his bed. “Michael I am sorry for what I said. I don’t know why I have been acting so weird lately. I say things that aren’t me.”

“Yeah well join the club; I have been doing the same.” Michael whispered he was exhausted and stiff (more from the ‘Karma Sutra’ style sex with Maria than the fight with Max) as he tried to stretch. “Max isn’t using you as I suggested.”

There came a knock at the door, Liz went to answer it. “Chinese Food!” she called over her shoulder. Max cocked opened an eye as Isabel came out of the bathroom. Liz helped to gathered up the food and placed it on the table.

Kyle came from down the hallway from where he and ET took a shower together. Maria was right behind him, with a bucket of ice and a tote bag filled with soda cans.

“All right food.” Kyle smelled the air as he went inside the room. “My prayers have been answered. Thank you Buddha!” as he grabbed a plate and started a plate. Max had gotten off the couch and came wandering over to fill his plate.

“That will be $92.39 with tax already added.”

“Here you are,” Isabel gave him a hundred, “keep the change.” She smiled at the delivery boy and shut the door.

“Okay everyone let’s eat.” Isabel eyed Max and Kyle, “At least you two could have waited.”

Maria came over and helped Michael sit up, placing pillows behind his back. “You are staying here in bed, okay.” Isabel made Michael a plate of food and brought it over. “Go ahead and get your food Maria. I will help ‘Space-boy’ here.” Isabel giggled at his nickname. Isabel turned and found herself staring at his bare chest. “Do you want a shirt Michael?”

“Yeah. It is a little cold in here.” Michael yawned and crisscrossed his legs as he placed his plate of food on the nightstand.

Isabel went over and mauled through his duffle bag until she came up with a shirt, which she helped him to put on. Maria came back with two plates and some sodas. “I thought we three could eat here on the bed together.”

“Thanks Maria,” Isabel felt close, like a sister, to the vivacious silly human girl forced to befriend them.

Dinner passed in a rare span of peace among the six young people. After the plates and leftovers were cleared up and thrown out, Max announced that the rooms needed to be shared. Maria spoke up before Max could finish revealing his plans on where everyone should sleep, “I thought Isabel and I could sleep here with Michael.” Michael’s eyebrow shot up. “The bed is big enough and we can keep an eye on him in case he isn’t feeling well.”

“All right, said Max. “Isabel, do you want to sleep here?”

“Sure Max, I think it is a great idea.”

“Well then I guess Liz and I will go on down to the alien encounter room.”

“Good night Max, Liz,” said Isabel as she went into the bathroom. She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing a pair of grayish drab flannel pjs.

“Nighty-nite Max, chica,” Maria gave Liz a big hug “Don’t worry everything will turn out okay.”

“Hey would it be okay to bunk here on the sofa, it folds out and is bigger than the one in ET’s room,” asked Kyle with a pleading look.

“Sure Kyle. Fold out the sofa,” Maria said as Kyle jumped up doing the required task. “Oh good there are sheets and a blanket folded in. You are all set,” noted Maria as she went to change.

“Hey night Max, Liz,” said Kyle as he shucked off his pants and dove under the covers, he was ready for a good nights sleep. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Kyle smirked devilishly as he poofed up the pillow behind his head.

“Right Kyle, sure.” Max turned his head to Michael, “Nite Michael,” said Max softly with Liz echoing him as they opened the door to leave. Michael just nodded as he got up heading for the bathroom where he changed into sweat pants, with his T-shirt, despite the fact that Maria was still in there. Michael came out almost immediately, looked at Isabel, and shook his head.

“What’s the matter?” said Isabel who was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her hair.

“Is that what you wear to bed?” Michael gave her the once over, “Do you sleep well?”

“Yes why?”

“It definitely would give me nightmares.” Michael stated as he climbed under the covers to sleep, "and I should know about those.”

Maria came out a few minutes later wearing an oversized unflattering Metallica T- shirt, her hair pulled back tightly, face washed clean of make-up.

Michael grimaced, ‘Shit here I am in the ultimate male ego room. I am about to have the wet dream of every guy’s fantasy, sleeping with two girls on the me-male-you-female-bend-over-orgy-bed and who do I end up with? Ms. Matron in charge of the convent dressed for a night at the South pole and her helper the undersexed burned-out reformed groupie convert.’ Michael thought as his lower ego defiantly deflated, possibly suffering permanent damage.

“Well is that what you wear?” Isabel’s question shook his back into reality.

“No but since you and Buddha are here, thought I would wear something.” Michael stated flatly, “Didn’t want to tempt either of you.” That comment resulted in a pillow flying at him from Kyle. “Thanks for the extra pillow Kyle,” Michael smiled when he got a rise from him it was so easy.

“You sleep nude!” Isabel’s face was red.

“As the day I was born Izzy.” Michael smirked, knowing exactly what kind of a picture she was seeing in her mind.

Maria giggled as she hung up her clothes. “Make that hatched, Space Boy you were never born.” Michael looked over at Maria and smirked. At least Maria had some redeeming qualities, thought Michael as he noted her white lace thong underwear, which he got a glimpse of as she bent down to retrieve something. ‘Down boy, tonight there is no play time,’ he grumbled in his mind.

“Maria is there anything wrong with my pj’s,” asked Isabel as she slid in the left side of the bed next to Michael.

“No, not for an old married woman,” Maria stifled a giggle as she snuggled in on Michael’s right side.

~The small hairline cracks exploded with a loud pop~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 2: Part 9 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 2: Explosion
~ My Lord at Your Command ~

Timeline: That Night

”Engines, roaring, Bodies, exploring. Hold on tight we're going all the way” “Highway” by Christina Milian

”Do you feel as though we have just been kicked out of the Alien Club Max?” Liz asked.

“Well not really, look around,” Max motioned to the alien theme room.

Liz started laughing, “Yeah your right. Who comes up with this stuff?”

“I don’t know but Maria’s mother would go crazy, with these decorations.” Max yawned, “I need to sleep Liz. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure Max it has been a trying couple of days for us all.”

Max slipped into bed, asleep before his head even touched the pillow.

She walked into the bedroom wearing a gold brocade nightgown, a gold and blue necklace dropped seductively down between her breasts. . The smell of flowers announced her arrival as their intoxicating aroma attempted to lure him from his duties.

“My Lord, are you ready for sleep?”

“No Ava, I have lots of work yet to do.”

“My Lord must rest himself. Come let me relax you.” She pulled back the silver curtains that line the bed frame, her red lips coaxed Zan, beckoned to the bed where he complied and laid face down on the blue satin spreads. Ava seductively removed his shirt and sprayed his back with perfume, or what he thought was perfume. The silken cushions caressed Zan, as he gently was lulled asleep as Ava worked his tired muscles in the neck and lower back. Her gold bracelets jangled a musical melody, as they rode up and down her arms. He only woke when she stopped the movement of her hand.

”Ava that feels wonderful, Please don’ stop,” moaned Zan.

She kissed his open palm "At your service, day and night, my Lord," she said softly with a sultry voice. “I am here to serve you.”

Zan rolled over to gaze at his wife, his Queen; he traced the deep V-shaped neckline as he slowly revealed a heavy round succulent breast. She was a great beauty, young vivacious bubbly, with laughing blue eyes, red glossed lips, a small waist, and long plaited mahogany brown hair, which reached the back of the small dip in her lower back, just above her firm well rounded ass. Zan ran his hands over her smooth stomach, feeling her skin under his fingertips as they dipped even lower, moving the fabric aside as they went.

Zan’s cock lurched as he discovered she had forgone underwear. Her wet putting lips protruded as he slid a finger in, she wanted him, she was always ready for him. Ava moaned at the intrusion, but accepted her lord’s fingers probing her as she readied herself for what was to come. Zan kissed the ruby lips with abandon as his tongue clamed his territory his other hand opened up her silken robes to reveal the flesh.

Zan knew he was her master; she was unable to oppose any of his actions or needs, at least that is what he believed. She smiled at him, mischievous as she moved her hands easily removing his clothes and freeing his cock to savor the fresh air as she loving stoked it in her gold-ringed hand, releasing the pre-cum as she moved her thumb over the sensitive bulging head.

His hand moved down her lush sides, seeking the semi-erect nipples, he rolled and pinched until his mouth moved from hers in a direct path to suck the tips in, rejoicing in her whelps of pleasure.

Zan could wait no more, he felt the heat coming off her as he ended any more foreplay and quickly entered Ava; he was fast in his rhythm knowing he would not last long. The end came swiftly, too soon for her, but just right for Zan, as he laid on top of Ava, crushing her with his weight as he gasped for breath.

Max bolted upright, searching the room, as he gasped for breath. ‘Where am I? Where is Ava?’ Then as realization dawned on him, he remembered. Max slumped back onto the bed, Liz felt him move and came closer curling her body around his quivering form. ‘Why is this happening to me?’ Max screamed in his mind.

~These small hairline cracks widened~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 3

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 3: Exploration
~ Sultry Night~

Timeline: Eleven Months After Graduation

“I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been to sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen. They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed.” “Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin


Another motel, another town, another hot sultry night.

“Don’t any of these places have AC that works,” bemoaned Michael as he stepped out of a cold shower into the humid night air. Maria just laughed as she shifted on the bed. “Hey, I am naked,” he raised his eyebrows coming close to her. “Any ideas?”

“Sorry too hot for sex,” replied Maria throwing his clothes to him and going outside. Michael growled as he put on his pants and shirt before following her to a small courtyard where Max and Isabel were sitting.

The four talked about nothing that really mattered: a television show here, a pizza there. The last month things between the six have been going good, real good. They picked up some odd jobs here and there; they felt relaxed for the first time in many months. In fact, things have been so calm and laid back that they have been in the same place for the last 2 weeks, a rarity indeed. Max and Michael has also been were particularity well mannered ever since their little blow up.

“I am walking to the grocery store down the block for some ice and soda,” announced Michael suddenly as he got up and started down sidewalk.

“Hey wait Michael. I want to take a walk also. Can we take the scenic path?”

“Scenic? This is a two-bit Ma and Pa Kettle town. Isabel this is the hot spot, look around you.”

“Please Michael. I need to walk and get some fresh air and exercise,” pleaded Isabel, no one was suppose to go anywhere by themselves, especially the girls, even Isabel, per Max’s orders. Of course, Max and Michael pretty much did what they wanted to do when they wanted to.

“Maria?”

“No way, nature boy, you and the wood nymph there have fun. I am going to relax in a cold bath and then stretch out to watch a romance movie that I have been dying to see all week. Catch you in about three hours.”

“All right, let’s go but I warn you this is under protest.” Michael shoved his hands in his pockets grumbling as he started walking.

“Michael this way.” Isabel pointed in the opposite direction.

“The store is one block that way.” Michael insisted.

“The scenic route,” reminded Isabel.

“Oh f…” more noises that were indiscernible came out of Michael’s mouth as he followed Isabel. Max and Maria looked at each other falling into hysterical laughter as soon as they were out of sight.

“Now for a relaxing bath and some free time to dedicated to me and only me.” Maria jumped off the picnic table, “See ya girlfriend.” She sang her way back to her room and locked the door.

Max would have gone back to his room but Liz ordered him out saying she needed some space, even though she loved him. Liz had discovered the less she was around Max; the more she felt like her old self. Figuring it was the stress from being together all the time, Liz slowly started developing time just for herself.

Max thought about going and seeing what Kyle was doing. He found him stretched out under the van fooling around with her innards in his own world.

Max finally decided some ice and soda sounded good, maybe some ice cream instead. He started after Isabel and Michael then decided to take the direct approach, turned around, and headed for the store. Max was amazed that the little store was so well stock, although only a few of various items; it was the variety and not the quantity that impressed him. He found the cold aisle and pick up a pint of vanilla ice cream. After paying for it, he found his way to a small park only a block further away.

Max sat down on a bench, close to a small brook. The moon was full, lighting up the blackness helping his night vision. He watched as a couple walked their dog, some cheerleaders heading to the school for a game practiced their cheers, and kids on bikes heading home. Then out of the corner of his eye, he caught some movement by a large oak tree across the brook and up a small hill. Max moved to the end of his bench to get a better view, unsatisfied he stood up and walked parallel with the brook until he had a clear unobstructed view of the couple; they were having sex.

“What’s with people,” Max said out loud, “Doesn’t anyone have sex in their cars or beds anymore. First Michel and Maria out in the open and now this couple.”

Max squinted his eyes in the dim light; he could see the woman’s legs encircling the guy’s hips. They were both quite tall, with long blond hair that glistened in the moonlight.

~These small hairline cracks shake in the wind~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 3: Part 2 of 3

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 3: Exploration
~ Voyeurism~

Timeline: The Same Day

“I always feel like somebody's watching me and I have no privacy. I always feel like somebody's watching me. Tell me is it just a dream.” “Someone is Watching Me” by Rockwell

"Someone is watching us," Rath breathed into her ear.

Vilandra snapped her head up looking guiltily around the park “Where?” She then moaned loudly as Rath twisted his fingers inside her.

“Over there across the stream. Can’t you feel him?”

“Who is it?”

“Zan.”

“Does he know it is us?”

“No,” Rath removed his fingers from her core; they were drenched, he licked them off one by one as his tongue encircled each long length. “Did you enjoy?” He leaned forward and kissed her neck, “Feel more relaxed?”

“Yes,” she sighed into his shoulder, her hand still in his pants, “but you are not?” She let her hand glide up and down his length. He growled at the feeling, his head went back. If no one was around he would probably be baying at the moon, she was very good at this.

Rath took her lips, in a kiss that was searing, powerful. He broke the kiss to stare into her eyes, as he moved his right hand again up her inner thigh. His lips were dry as he licked them in anticipation, whispering in her ear, “Squirm, yell, fuck all you want against my hand.” Vilandra felt his long index finger brushed against her until it pressed against her soft lips seeking entrance. “I'm not stopping until you come again, with my fingers up your cunt.”

She shifted her weight, spreading her legs around his hips lifting her ass, exposing herself to him, opened to his touch. His finger pressed in between her lips re-flaming the heat and wetness that was already there from round one. She made a soft whimpering noise as Rath leaned forward kissing her eyelids, as his finger slid up and down between her wet lips.

Rath moved his finger slowly rubbing across her clit, circling it gently, and then gliding down between her lips. He stopped, dipping into her, giving her a taste of what was to come. With his finger coated, he slid out and moved to the space between her anus and her vaginal opening, pressing gently, firmly into the flesh before retreating to her clitoris.

"I can't believe I’m doing this.” Vilandra spoke as a frightened look came over her; Isabel was struggling to regain control. “I can't believe you are doing this to me.”

Rath moved swiftly taking her into a deep kiss; she stopped the action on his cock and grabbed his biceps with both hands, as he pushed not one but three fingers full hilt into her. She moaned as she exhaled into his mouth as he swallowed her sweet breath. He was using his thumb to tease her swollen clit circling and stroking her. Se moaned louder as he began to finger fuck her harder and faster

“Do you feel it Vilandra; I am finger-fucking you here in the open with Zan watching us.” Rath was no longer whispering but speaking in low guttural tones. His finger was sliding back and forth, his thumb plucking her hard clit like a guitar string. “You are so wet and so open. I can feel you wanting this.” His free hand was on her breast pinching and squeezing the nipple, elating soft peals of pleasure. “I want you to come by my hand." Faster and faster he plucked, fucked, sucked her as he keep chanting in her ear about her being so wet, feeling so good, wanting her so much.

Her legs began to convulse, widening for a brief second before they tightened up trapping Rath’s fingers. “Oh Yess..,” she yelled as her pussy closed around his fingers, squeezing them in a strong spasm as she dug her nails into his upper arms, her head buried in his chest.

Her body jerked subtly for several minutes. Rath held her as she enjoyed the orgasm; finally, she relaxed and released the pressure on his fingers. Vilandra inhaled deeply, held it, and then let it out slowly. She opened her eyes, seeing the love in Rath’s eyes, she was falling in love with him all over again; she feared Isabel might fight her.

Rath withdrew all three of his digits and proceeded to suck on each of them, smiling all the time at her. She was beautiful; he would have to be careful, as he felt himself falling in love with Vilandra all over again, an action that Michael may fight. Oh fuck he will fight Michael for Vilandra, after all he would accept Maria, Michael should accept Vilandra.

Vilandra let out another deep breath before she realized he was still hard, having not come once in all the fun. She decided to take care of him as she turned him to the tree and dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth. Rath was so surprised that he let out a very loud “Oh Fuck Vilan…”before he got himself under control.

The skin on Rath’s, maybe that should actually be Michael’s, cock was like velvet, soft and delicate overlying the cold steel hardness. Vilandra could feel that he would not last long, pre-cum had pooled in the dirt below them; he was more than ready. He held the back of her head, twisting her long blonde hair in his hands, Rath always loved her hair, the length and color, just as she always loved his long platinum hair, both were lush and full.

“Please don’t stop,” Rath moaned as he started gently pushing his hips forward, “Shit I am going to come. Keep sucking. Oh God!”

Vilandra did suck and caress his member with her tongue, scraping her teeth lightly over the length listening to Rath growl deeply as he shook. She felt his balls fill and tense up, but instead of letting him come, she stopped denying him a release, at least for now. She did this not once but twice. Each time she returned nibbling on him as if he was a corncob.

On the third time, she inhaled his member into her throat, resulting in an immediate reaction from Rath, “Please Vilandra it is starting to hurt. I need to come.’ She had him where she wanted him. “Please!”

His cock was deep in her throat pushing against the walls of her throat muscles. She moaned low in her throat that was all it took; he exploded shooting his warm salt solution down her throat. Her alien ability to control her muscles allowed Vilandra to deep throat him easily without gagging while swallowing the evidence. His cock was still hard as she released it from her mouth. Rath’s head was back against the tree, a smile crept onto his face as she stood up to kiss him.

~These small hairline cracks bent downward~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 3: Part 3 of 3

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 3: Exploration
~ no No NO!! ~

Timeline: The Same Day

“Dance into the fire that fatal kiss is all we need. Dance in the fire to fatal sounds of broken dreams” “A View to Kill” by Duran Duran

Max was still watching the couple; he could not believe his eyes when she knelt on the ground giving the person a blowjob. She finished and stood up as they held each other tightly for a long time.

For some reason this action triggered flashes from his previous life, jumbled, inconsistent images that felt so right but were so against everything he thought about what his life was like on Antar. There were images: of Rath smiling seductively at him while they walked through a garden; of a white hair girl; of a blood soaked Rath as he stood up daring Zan to hit him again; of Ava as she rubbed his back coaxing him; of Vilandra and Rath snuggled under a fur blanket as he laid next to them; and finally of Zan looking down on Rath as water fell onto his naked shoulders and back. Max closed his eyes; why couldn’t he remember? Why send them here with no memory? Was he making the same mistakes all over again? Max knew something was alive deep inside him; that something had to be Zan. He had to stay in control, keep everyone else in his control. That way he was safe, as well as they from Zan.

Max opened his eyes to watch as the couple walked away arm in arm towards the road. Max shifted his pants, he was very hard and uncomfortable, so he sat for a long while listening to the night crickets until he calmed down and could walk normally. Taking a deep breath, he started back to the motel.

He sat back on the picnic table in the courtyard. He half expected to see Michael and Isabel by now, it had almost been three hours. Maria came out of her room wrapped in a terry robe, “Hey Max, where is Michael?”

“Don’t know.” Max raised an eyebrow, “They haven’t come back yet?”

“Not that I know. Do you think they are okay?” Maria asked a little worried.

“Sure, Michael is pretty formable when it comes to defense.”

Right then Michael and Isabel came around the corner carrying grocery bags and ice.

“Hey, how was your movie?” Michael asked Maria giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Great! I used up a whole box of tissue.”

“Figures.” Dipping to the brown paper bag, Michael produced a box of tissues. “I got you another.”

“Oh you are an angel,” she kissed him on the cheek. “You earned yourself something special tonight mister.” Maria whispered in his ear as she picked off an oak leaf out from his collar of his jacket. “Climbing trees Michael?”

“What?” Michael looked down at the leaf. “No Miss I-want-to play-with-leaves was throwing them at me.”

Isabel smiled as she put down her bag taking out some plastic cups and a bottle of cherry coke. “That will teach you in the future to talk when we are walking not scowl and mope.” She filled the cups up with ice and coke passing them around. She then reached into the bag for a bottle of Tabasco, pouring it into her drink and passing it to Max.

“Isabel what happened? You have a terrible grass stain on your knees.” Maria noticed two very large grass stains visible on Isabel’s knees.

Isabel looked down, “I slipped on some wet grass as we walked through a park close by.” She passed her hand over it removing the offending stains. “There all gone.”

Max glanced at both of them, no it couldn’t be. no! No! NO!

~These small hairline cracks deepened~