Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 1: I Have No Home, Never Have
~ Tears ~
Timeline: Sunday Late Afternoon / Same Day
“Do you ever question your life? Do you ever wonder why? Do you ever see in your dreams.. all the castles in the sky.” “Castles in the Sky” by Ian Van Dahl
Michael forgot all about the parents standing in the room with him while he was engaged in the conversation with Antar. He turned away from the screen his eyes closed; there was so much heartache that he could barely stand it. Slowly he slid down the wall, one arm wrapped around his knees while his head nestled into the crook of his elbow, the other hand wrapped over the top of his head. Tears began to flow down his cheeks; no matter how hard he tried to stop, he could not. He had been broken inch by inch over the last few days.
His physical condition had deteriorated due to the recent attack, on top of lack of sleep, excessive work schedule, and poor nutritional intake. He was also mentally depressed from his recent conflicts with Max and the stress with Maria. Memories had been flooding into his consciousness, too rapid; he couldn’t control the thoughts, the emotions.
The parents were overwhelmed at the information presented in front of them. They were stunned at the revelations concerning Michael and Isabel’s children.
Jeff and Nancy looked at each other. Their daughter was married to a King; they had read about it in her journal but here was the proof in living color, moving before them.
Amy Deluca was sure her mouth was wide open during the entire time; her jaw was stiff and her mouth dry. Jim was holding her around the waist and she could not help but bury her face into his chest when the screen went blank. So much was going through her head. Michael has children, what is this going to do to Maria when she finds out. She turned around to confront Michael and saw him sitting on the floor crying. Jim had also seen Michael slid down the wall as the tears were falling. All those years he thought Michael was nothing more a punk with a big badass reputation, now he was confronted with the boy actually crying.
Philip held his wife very close during the entire conversation. Occasionally he would squeeze her arm or waist just to let her know he was there for her and they would make it through anything together. Diane could not help thinking she was a grandmother to those beautiful children, Isabel and Michael’s children. That thought was incomprehensible to her. Philip saw Michael turned around his eyes closed as he dropped to the floor, like a marionette cut from its strings. He was surprised when the tough kid he had seen for the last 10 years started to cry silent tears. Diane had turned towards Philips gaze and saw Michael on the floor. Her heart bled for him, he was alone, no one was ever there to comfort him growing up. She went over to him and knelt down beside him. “Michael” she said softly.
Michael looked up, his eyes full of hurt and sadness, his cheeks stained with tears. He quickly rubbed his hands over his face and in a second Diane saw; his eyes that were so full of emotion and want, turn into harden steel. Michael rose and crossed the chamber in a few long strides. “You need to get back before anyone gets suspicious.” Michael said as he walked out of the chamber and into the cave. There he activated the handprint on the wall and the door again opened. The parents followed and as the last one exited, Michael closed the door and sealed it. He then walked down the hill and laid his hand on their SUV restoring it to the original condition.
“I will get in touch with Max. “ Michael face and voice was very stoic, devoid of all emotion. “He should be here in a couple of days with the rest of the guys. I am sure they will want to see you all.” Michael turned to walk back to the pod chamber.
“Michael where are you going?” called out Amy.
Michael nodded up the hill, “I will wait there.”
“You can’t stay there. You need to go home.” Diane said the words before she realized it. He had no home, his parents were not here, in fact he never had any parents in this life or the last as it sounded.
Michael turned, this time they all saw clearly the hurt and emotional pain in his eyes, “I have no home, never did.”
He turned to walk away when Philip stepped forward and took hold of Michael’s arm, an action Michael was unprepared, his mind unguarded. In the milliseconds, he had Michael’s arm Philip saw a myriad of flashes depicting hurt, immense loneliness, suicidal tendencies, depression, abuse, tragedy, but also a deep eternal carnal love for Max, Isabel, and Maria. Michael quickly jerked his arm way.
“Sorry, you caught me off guard.” Michael was observing Mr. Evans for any indication of how much and what information relayed. “I am sorry that happened.”
Philip Evans was lost for words trying to digest just what happened. “What were those...?”
“The images?” Michael asked. “What happened?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes when we touch humans, or each other a connection is made and information is transferred. It is like a slide projector flashing though pictures at a rapid speed.” Michael looked at Mr. Evans worried that he might have fried his brain. ”I did not mean to hurt you or send that information.” Michael ran his fingers through his hair, “I can usually maintain the walls that keep the flashes from occurring when I am touched, but when I get over emotional, things happen.”
“No I am okay,” Philip finally responded, “Actually I feel really good, years younger. Kind of charged up you might say.” Philip stopped and looked at his hands flexing them. “I was surprised by seeing images flashing by my eyes. There was also, I don’t know how to explain it, but a feeling like when you get a small electrical shock.”
“Oh, that was me,” Michael looked down. “You got a small dose of my power.” Raising his eyes, Michael surveyed the scene around him, it was getting towards sunset and the desert was beginning to glow. “You better get going it will be dark soon.”
“Michael, you are not going to stay in the pod chamber.” Philip stated in a very stern voice. “You are coming home with Diane and me. You can sleep in Max’s room.” Philip held up his hand when Michael opened his mouth “I am not taking no for an answer young man. Get in the car. “
Jim opened the door for Michael. “Mr. Guerin, you cab waits.”
Michael looked at Mr. Evans, who was not in the mood to argue with right now. Knowing he had been out maneuvered, Michael got into the back seat, Philip slid in next to Michael, with Diane. Michael immediately tensed up; positive he was going to have an aneurism being in such tight quarters with all these parents just waiting to pounce on him with questions and accusations.
Michael watched as Jeff and Nancy sat in the middle with Amy and Jim in the front. Michael then noticed a flash of gold on Amy’s left hand, something he had missed before, a ring. ‘Shit, those two got married; Kyle is going to blow a gasket.’ Michael could not help but smirk at the impending scene. ‘Maria, oh Maria, the fireworks, whoa.’
Philip had many questions that needed answers. He decided the best method was to get Michael to talk slowly. He would start with small talk this evening then tomorrow he would go in for the kill and cross-examine Michael in depth. “Now when was the last time you ate?”
Michael shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed out the window, “I don’t know a few days ago, I think.”
“You think?” Diane inquired. “What did you have?”
“Some jerky at work,” Michael answered still looking out the window.
“What kind of work are you doing Michael?” Philip was determined to get Michael to open up more.
“Two different construction teams, seven days a week, usually from six to one. Then as a bouncer at night, Monday through Saturday from six to two.”
“When do you sleep? “Jeff turned around in his seat, surprised as the amount of hours and the hard work that those jobs entailed.
“An hour here or there.”
Jim thought no wonder he looked so pale and thin. “Do you guys need money? I can spare some.”
“No, money is not a problem. The work just keeps me busy and out of everyone’s hair. Believe me; you have not existed until you are trapped with five other people for days on end.” Michael hoped his feeble explanation would suffice.
“How can you go so long with eating and sleeping so little?” Nancy asked
“Alien DNA, I guess.” Michael responded, shrugging his shoulders.
“Jim drop me off at the Crashdown first, I will prepare some burgers, fries, and bring them over to your place Philip.”
“Sure thing Jeff, we will be there in a few minutes.”
Michael was looking through the window as Roswell came into view. He then touched the windows and tinted all of the back glass areas black, so no one could see him. Jim saw him in the rear view mirror darken the glass. He knew that Michael was worried about the FBI.
Jim stopped in the alley of the Crashdown and let Jeff and Nancy off.
“Jim, honey, drive pass the house quickly and I will get some fresh pies that I baked yesterday. Michael do you have a favorite?”
“No, they are all good.”
Jim stopped in front of the Valenti house, Michael looked up with a smirk and a small shake of his head, Jim caught his actions in the mirror.
Amy jumped out, unlocked the door, and went in. Michael was almost ready to burst but kept it under control as she reappeared with three pie boxes and climbed back into the SUV.
Jim leaned over a whispered ‘‘I think Michael figured out our surprise.” Amy looked back at Michael who quickly shifted his eyes back out the window.
Soon they were at Philip and Diane’s house. Everyone had piled out but Michael, he was just sitting waiting.
“Michael what is wrong?” asked Jim.
“Nothing I just think it would be better if I am not visible to any FBI or Army eyes.” Jim was puzzled, when before his eyes Michael disappeared. He felt the car rock slightly and then a breeze passes him.
Philip had opened the door, upon entering the house, he busied himself with turning on the lights and pulling shut the drapes. Amy headed to the kitchen with the pies as Diane just walked in when she felt a draft. She turned but around and saw Jim coming to the door but no one was behind her or in front of her. Suddenly she saw a red light radiating from the center of the room. The light seemed to go through the walls and ceiling as it searched.
“Jim look! Is it the FBI?”
“No, I think it is someone else.” said Jim. Amy walked in from the kitchen and almost dropped some plates on the floor. “Amy it’s okay.”
Just a suddenly as the light appeared, it disappeared, in its place was Michael with his hand outstretch. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare anyone, just thought I would check for bugs.”
“It will be several minutes before dinner so why don’t you go and take a shower Michael,” said Diane, her voice fluctuating slightly. “There is shampoo and everything you will need in the kid’s bathroom.”
“Okay, thanks Mrs. Evans.” Michael started down the hallway. He opened the door to the bathroom, closed it tightly, and stripped off his clothes.
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Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 1: I Have No Home, Never Have
~ I am going to wash that person right out of my hair ~
Timeline: Sunday Late Afternoon / Same Day
“I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair, and send him on his way.” “I'm Gonna Wash that Man right outa My Hair” from the musical South Pacific
Michael turned on the water, letting it fall on his shoulders and head. He closed his eyes and stood there perfectly still, it felt so good after the long drive. With his eyes closed, he drifted, seeing Maria’s green eyes looking at him, her perfect body beckoning to him.
Michael shook his head snapping himself back; grabbing a bottle of shampoo, he shampooed his hair, almost scraping the scalp wit his nails. He was trying to wash away those feelings that refused to die in him, the feelings of want, need, lust, and love for Maria, Isabel and even Max. He rinsed his hair and then soaped up his body, scrubbing vigorously, despite his rough treatment of the skin; he could feel the sore muscles relax.
Absentmindedly, he touched his side a little too hard and winced. His ribs were still sore and bruised from when Max had struck him just a couple of days ago. His backside also was bruised, the large welts were still apparent from where Max had struck him with the stick.
He leaned forward and cleaned his legs letting his soapy hands travel upward until his reach his private parts. He suddenly saw those damn eyes again looking at him, smiling, Maria toying with him, driving him to new depths of arousal.
Michael closed his head, leaned back his head and growled. He saw Maria’s glistening skin as he kissed her all over, her eyes darkening with the thought of him, his Maria, his wife. He was slowly stoking himself unaware of even his own actions. With each movement of his hand, the pressure varied bringing Michael closer to release. He leaned his back against the shower stall bracing himself with his other hand.
He could feel every minute of the last time he and Maria were together. He had captured her mouth in hot passionate kisses filled with lust and desire. Their tongues danced a wild flamingo as Maria moaned into him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her up into him, as he descended quickly and furiously into her.
Michael felt his dick swell in his hand, his head was swimming with visions of Maria, he felt the blackness come upon him as he crashed to earth, spraying the evidence of his orgasm onto the shower wall.
Michael slid down the wall; the water having cooled felt good to his burning skin. He sat there with his knees up cradled by his arms, looking up at the water that cascaded down on him. “Damn you Maria,” he growled. “Why can’t I burn you out of me?”
After a few minutes, the water turned ice cold and Michael stood up and turned it off. He stepped out of the shower and dried off his body wrapping the towel around his waist. Looking in the mirror, he looked like shit. Wiping his hand across his face, he got rid of the two-day-old stubble. He tried once again to reduce the bruises on his body and face and to heal the muscle. It took just too much concentration, as Michael’s head began to ache. He just hoped the parents did not notice his face. Running his fingers through his long hair, he dried and reshaped the front and sides. He got dressed, giving his rumpled, dirty clothes a swipe of his hands, cleaning and pressing them into place on his body.
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 1: I Have No Home, Never Have
~ I am going to wash that person right out of my hair ~
Timeline: Sunday Late Afternoon / Same Day
“I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair, and send him on his way.” “I'm Gonna Wash that Man right outa My Hair” from the musical South Pacific
Michael turned on the water, letting it fall on his shoulders and head. He closed his eyes and stood there perfectly still, it felt so good after the long drive. With his eyes closed, he drifted, seeing Maria’s green eyes looking at him, her perfect body beckoning to him.
Michael shook his head snapping himself back; grabbing a bottle of shampoo, he shampooed his hair, almost scraping the scalp wit his nails. He was trying to wash away those feelings that refused to die in him, the feelings of want, need, lust, and love for Maria, Isabel and even Max. He rinsed his hair and then soaped up his body, scrubbing vigorously, despite his rough treatment of the skin; he could feel the sore muscles relax.
Absentmindedly, he touched his side a little too hard and winced. His ribs were still sore and bruised from when Max had struck him just a couple of days ago. His backside also was bruised, the large welts were still apparent from where Max had struck him with the stick.
He leaned forward and cleaned his legs letting his soapy hands travel upward until his reach his private parts. He suddenly saw those damn eyes again looking at him, smiling, Maria toying with him, driving him to new depths of arousal.
Michael closed his head, leaned back his head and growled. He saw Maria’s glistening skin as he kissed her all over, her eyes darkening with the thought of him, his Maria, his wife. He was slowly stoking himself unaware of even his own actions. With each movement of his hand, the pressure varied bringing Michael closer to release. He leaned his back against the shower stall bracing himself with his other hand.
He could feel every minute of the last time he and Maria were together. He had captured her mouth in hot passionate kisses filled with lust and desire. Their tongues danced a wild flamingo as Maria moaned into him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her up into him, as he descended quickly and furiously into her.
Michael felt his dick swell in his hand, his head was swimming with visions of Maria, he felt the blackness come upon him as he crashed to earth, spraying the evidence of his orgasm onto the shower wall.
Michael slid down the wall; the water having cooled felt good to his burning skin. He sat there with his knees up cradled by his arms, looking up at the water that cascaded down on him. “Damn you Maria,” he growled. “Why can’t I burn you out of me?”
After a few minutes, the water turned ice cold and Michael stood up and turned it off. He stepped out of the shower and dried off his body wrapping the towel around his waist. Looking in the mirror, he looked like shit. Wiping his hand across his face, he got rid of the two-day-old stubble. He tried once again to reduce the bruises on his body and face and to heal the muscle. It took just too much concentration, as Michael’s head began to ache. He just hoped the parents did not notice his face. Running his fingers through his long hair, he dried and reshaped the front and sides. He got dressed, giving his rumpled, dirty clothes a swipe of his hands, cleaning and pressing them into place on his body.
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Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 1: Part 3 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 1: I Have No Home, Never Have
~ More than Meets the Eyes ~
Timeline: Sunday Late Afternoon / Same Day
“I got the worried blues. I'm a-going where I never been before. “ “Worried Blues” by Bob Dylan
As soon as Diane heard the bathroom door shut she blurted out “Philip did you see that, he disappeared.” Diane emphasized again, “Disappeared!”
“Yes I saw it. I still cannot believe it though.” Philip remarked. “I think there is more that we have been told about their powers and alien sides.”
“Philip, what did you see when you touched him?” asked Jim
“Brief pictures of horrible atrocities, war, violence…” Philip broke for a second wondering if he should mention IT. Taking a deep breath he finished, “Unimaginable abuse when he was a child by Hank physically, mentally, and sexually.”
Both Diane and Amy gasped at the last word, sexually.
“Are you sure, Philip?” Diane inquired, knowing the answer would make her feel even guiltier about not taking in Michael.
“Yes. Michael is also very lonely and extremely depressed. I could feel that more than see the pictures.” Philip took a deep breath. This was even hard for him to understand. “There is one bright note though; he really loves Max, Isabel, and Maria. I mean a deep love, never thought that kid could love anyone, like that.”
Jim pondered for a second and then said, “I think there is something else also. Did anyone notice the bruises on Michael face and how pale he looks?”
“That could be from his work as a bouncer.” Philip noted
“If it is why didn’t Max heal the bruises?”
“Maybe he did not want to be noticed, if it happened at work and he healed too quickly, there would be questions.” Diane offered as an explanation.
“Maybe, but I have a feeling something seriously afoot.”
Philip looked around the room at his friends. He wanted answers from Michael and he knew they felt the same. But the feelings that poured off that boy were of a person pushed to the limit, depressed, lonely maybe even suicidal. “I think we need to back off tonight.” Amy looked miffed, “I know Amy you have a lot of questions and concerns about Maria, we have also the same ones concerning Isabel.” Philip took a deep breath. “But Michael is not okay, I agree with Jim that something is wrong, something serious.” Philip wrapped one arm around Diane as he felt her waver from guilt. “I feel that if we push him too far he will get up and disappeared for real and we may loose the only chance we have to get in touch with the kids right now.”
“You are right we need to wait and not pounce down his throat,” agreed Jeff. “Michael does not take close quarters well, I should know from him working for me in a small kitchen.”
They stopped talking when they heard the bathroom door open. Michael walked into the room knowing that he had interrupted their conversation, probably about him. Just then, there came a knocking at the door, Jeff and Nancy came walking in, laden with bags. Upon smelling the food, Michael was hungrier than he first thought.
Everyone headed into the dining room where the bags were placed in the center of the table and plates were handed out all around. Michael sat down and waited for everyone to be served first. Isabel and Maria had taught him well in the last year. They made his life miserable, determined to civilize him. He was Isabel’s new pet project thanks to Maria’s little punishment; Isabel turned from the Christmas Nazi to the Etiquette Nazi with her vigilant helper, Protocol Elf. They criticized everything he did, from what he wore, how he ate, even how he spoke. He could not help but wish he was back with them, enduring the torture and not here surrounded by a sea of parents, as he felt he was being served up as the main course.
“Michael here is a cheeseburger and fries.” Jeff said as he passed the food around. “Also here is a soda, cherry coke right?”
“Yes, thank you sir.” Michael looked at his food and then quietly asked Mrs. Evans, “Do you have any Tabasco sauce? Oh and sugar please. “
“Sure Michael,” she got up and brought back a bottle of Tabasco and a sugar bowl. Michael poured the Tabasco into his soda and all over the inside of his hamburger. Even his fries were not spared, as they ended up red in color. Michael then poured sugar in to his soda glass and sprinkled sugar over his fries and his hamburger. He stirred his glass, reassembled his hamburger and picked it up ready to take a big bite. He felt eyes on him as he looked up at the parents staring at him. ‘What did I do wrong this time?’ Michael thought as he put down his hamburger and placed his hands in his lap. He sat there waiting for whatever.
The parents just kept staring at his food, unable to decide if they were grossed out by the concoction or missing a new taste sensation.
Michael sat quietly waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the parents to say grace or do whatever they do.
“Michael, is the food okay?” Jeff asked. “You are not eating.”
Michael looked up, bewildered, not quite sure what to say. Then in typical Michael fashion, it came out in a fast and rapid slur. ‘’You are all staring at me. Why?”
The parents started laughing realizing how they must look staring at Michael’s food.
“We are not staring at you, but your food?” The words stumbled out of Amy, who was trying not to snicker.
“My food?”
“Yes what is with the Tabasco and sugar?” Diane asked.
“Oh!” Michael suddenly realized that Max and Isabel had managed to hide this characteristic from their parents. “It is dietary quirk of ours. We like things spicy and sweet. The Tabasco helps us to taste the food; otherwise, it is pretty tasteless.”
“Well that explains why we seemed to go through so much Tabasco sauce,” Philip laughed.
Michael looked at everyone who had finally started to eat his or her burger. He sighed with relief and picked up his to eat. The conversation was your basic small talk, leaving Michael out of the loop. He was very grateful to eat in peace. Soon all the food was gone including the pie.
Michael looked over at Jim, “So how long?”
“How long what Michael?”
Michael pointed to their wedding bands.
“Oh, just this last Friday.”
Michael nodded, “Congratulations.” He said before slipping into his own world. He was thinking about how he put Maria on his bike one day and drove to Reno to get married. He can still hear Max yelling at him when he told him with the news. Liz and Kyle were thrilled; Liz because Maria was her friend and Kyle because he thought he now had an open run for Isabel. His biggest shock was Isabel; she slapped him hard across the cheek. She did not congratulate or yell at him; she basically ignored him and was cold to Maria. Isabel was biding her time. Michael came to talk to her, but Vilandra surfaced, mad at him for daring to take a wife without her consent. Rath appeared taking her as his bonded wife.
The time was getting late, Michael yawned as all his blood had went to stomach to start working on the big meal. Michael was tired of everything and everyone.
“Michael you should get some sleep,” said Mrs. Evans
“Thanks that sounds like a good idea to me.” Michael got up and started heading for Max’s room, he then turned around and said very softly, “Thanks, for a place to sleep.”
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 1: I Have No Home, Never Have
~ More than Meets the Eyes ~
Timeline: Sunday Late Afternoon / Same Day
“I got the worried blues. I'm a-going where I never been before. “ “Worried Blues” by Bob Dylan
As soon as Diane heard the bathroom door shut she blurted out “Philip did you see that, he disappeared.” Diane emphasized again, “Disappeared!”
“Yes I saw it. I still cannot believe it though.” Philip remarked. “I think there is more that we have been told about their powers and alien sides.”
“Philip, what did you see when you touched him?” asked Jim
“Brief pictures of horrible atrocities, war, violence…” Philip broke for a second wondering if he should mention IT. Taking a deep breath he finished, “Unimaginable abuse when he was a child by Hank physically, mentally, and sexually.”
Both Diane and Amy gasped at the last word, sexually.
“Are you sure, Philip?” Diane inquired, knowing the answer would make her feel even guiltier about not taking in Michael.
“Yes. Michael is also very lonely and extremely depressed. I could feel that more than see the pictures.” Philip took a deep breath. This was even hard for him to understand. “There is one bright note though; he really loves Max, Isabel, and Maria. I mean a deep love, never thought that kid could love anyone, like that.”
Jim pondered for a second and then said, “I think there is something else also. Did anyone notice the bruises on Michael face and how pale he looks?”
“That could be from his work as a bouncer.” Philip noted
“If it is why didn’t Max heal the bruises?”
“Maybe he did not want to be noticed, if it happened at work and he healed too quickly, there would be questions.” Diane offered as an explanation.
“Maybe, but I have a feeling something seriously afoot.”
Philip looked around the room at his friends. He wanted answers from Michael and he knew they felt the same. But the feelings that poured off that boy were of a person pushed to the limit, depressed, lonely maybe even suicidal. “I think we need to back off tonight.” Amy looked miffed, “I know Amy you have a lot of questions and concerns about Maria, we have also the same ones concerning Isabel.” Philip took a deep breath. “But Michael is not okay, I agree with Jim that something is wrong, something serious.” Philip wrapped one arm around Diane as he felt her waver from guilt. “I feel that if we push him too far he will get up and disappeared for real and we may loose the only chance we have to get in touch with the kids right now.”
“You are right we need to wait and not pounce down his throat,” agreed Jeff. “Michael does not take close quarters well, I should know from him working for me in a small kitchen.”
They stopped talking when they heard the bathroom door open. Michael walked into the room knowing that he had interrupted their conversation, probably about him. Just then, there came a knocking at the door, Jeff and Nancy came walking in, laden with bags. Upon smelling the food, Michael was hungrier than he first thought.
Everyone headed into the dining room where the bags were placed in the center of the table and plates were handed out all around. Michael sat down and waited for everyone to be served first. Isabel and Maria had taught him well in the last year. They made his life miserable, determined to civilize him. He was Isabel’s new pet project thanks to Maria’s little punishment; Isabel turned from the Christmas Nazi to the Etiquette Nazi with her vigilant helper, Protocol Elf. They criticized everything he did, from what he wore, how he ate, even how he spoke. He could not help but wish he was back with them, enduring the torture and not here surrounded by a sea of parents, as he felt he was being served up as the main course.
“Michael here is a cheeseburger and fries.” Jeff said as he passed the food around. “Also here is a soda, cherry coke right?”
“Yes, thank you sir.” Michael looked at his food and then quietly asked Mrs. Evans, “Do you have any Tabasco sauce? Oh and sugar please. “
“Sure Michael,” she got up and brought back a bottle of Tabasco and a sugar bowl. Michael poured the Tabasco into his soda and all over the inside of his hamburger. Even his fries were not spared, as they ended up red in color. Michael then poured sugar in to his soda glass and sprinkled sugar over his fries and his hamburger. He stirred his glass, reassembled his hamburger and picked it up ready to take a big bite. He felt eyes on him as he looked up at the parents staring at him. ‘What did I do wrong this time?’ Michael thought as he put down his hamburger and placed his hands in his lap. He sat there waiting for whatever.
The parents just kept staring at his food, unable to decide if they were grossed out by the concoction or missing a new taste sensation.
Michael sat quietly waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the parents to say grace or do whatever they do.
“Michael, is the food okay?” Jeff asked. “You are not eating.”
Michael looked up, bewildered, not quite sure what to say. Then in typical Michael fashion, it came out in a fast and rapid slur. ‘’You are all staring at me. Why?”
The parents started laughing realizing how they must look staring at Michael’s food.
“We are not staring at you, but your food?” The words stumbled out of Amy, who was trying not to snicker.
“My food?”
“Yes what is with the Tabasco and sugar?” Diane asked.
“Oh!” Michael suddenly realized that Max and Isabel had managed to hide this characteristic from their parents. “It is dietary quirk of ours. We like things spicy and sweet. The Tabasco helps us to taste the food; otherwise, it is pretty tasteless.”
“Well that explains why we seemed to go through so much Tabasco sauce,” Philip laughed.
Michael looked at everyone who had finally started to eat his or her burger. He sighed with relief and picked up his to eat. The conversation was your basic small talk, leaving Michael out of the loop. He was very grateful to eat in peace. Soon all the food was gone including the pie.
Michael looked over at Jim, “So how long?”
“How long what Michael?”
Michael pointed to their wedding bands.
“Oh, just this last Friday.”
Michael nodded, “Congratulations.” He said before slipping into his own world. He was thinking about how he put Maria on his bike one day and drove to Reno to get married. He can still hear Max yelling at him when he told him with the news. Liz and Kyle were thrilled; Liz because Maria was her friend and Kyle because he thought he now had an open run for Isabel. His biggest shock was Isabel; she slapped him hard across the cheek. She did not congratulate or yell at him; she basically ignored him and was cold to Maria. Isabel was biding her time. Michael came to talk to her, but Vilandra surfaced, mad at him for daring to take a wife without her consent. Rath appeared taking her as his bonded wife.
The time was getting late, Michael yawned as all his blood had went to stomach to start working on the big meal. Michael was tired of everything and everyone.
“Michael you should get some sleep,” said Mrs. Evans
“Thanks that sounds like a good idea to me.” Michael got up and started heading for Max’s room, he then turned around and said very softly, “Thanks, for a place to sleep.”
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Warning: Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 2: The Merger
~ Rath and Vilandra ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
"No matter how I got off track, you found a way to get me back. Saved me from my darkest hour. Never could deny your power." "All Of A Sudden You Disappeared” by Shelby Lynne
That night Michael fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Soon he found himself on Antar. Unknown to Michael, Isabel also entered the picture standing far off to the side in a fog.
”Vilandra come and sit by me,” TellymonRath pulled her off the balcony, over to the fireplace. The night air was chilly, the view spectacular; the White Palace overlooked the Mountains of Senthen, the highest peaks on Antar. From their room they could see the glistening snow peaks that turned red, then violet with the sunset.
Tellymon rubbed her shoulders; her outfit barley covered her skin, and certainly was not adequate for this climate. “You are cold?” He pulled her into an embrace. “Come let’s get you some warmer clothes.”
Vilandra looked at him with an evil glint in her eye. Then without warning she lunged forward, knocking Tellymon onto the sofa as she flung her body on top of his, searing their lips together. The devoured one another, their bodies were so close together a wisp of paper could not fit between. They intertwined creating an inferno that intensified with each swipe of their tongues.
Vilandra moved down his jaw towards the sensitive areas of his neck and shoulder sending shock waves throughout his body. “There isn’t that better than changing clothes.” She smiled smugly, feeling him rise to the moment. The taste of him was exquisite as she continued to nip and lick the flesh that was beneath her. Her hands began to wander, soon she could barely conceal the satisfied smile on her lips at his inability to stop moaning, all cause by her careful manipulations.
“Make love to me TellymonRath,” she purred into his ear as she straddled his hips, running her hands down his shirt, letting the buttons fall open one by one.
Without anymore urging, he lifted her up off him and carried her off to their bed. He laid her on the plush velvet spread amidst the various furs scattered all about. It was a picture to behold, her lying there, breathing hard, longing for him. Her eyes spoke volumes of love, her body echoing the sentiment in subtle movements. “You are ravishing,” he whispered as he gently lay on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms, he leaned to capture her lips.
A soft breeze drifted through their room, bringing the smell of the night flowers across their bed. Their floral sense was strong, said to drug the senses of lovers making their experience more pronounced. Below their balcony, musicians had gather to serenade the couple, on this their first night at the While Palace as man and wife.
Michael could smell the heavy floral scent upon the wind and could hear the soft singing floating. Isabel found that she too could smell and feel all that Vilandra senses. Most of all Isabel could feel the intense love Vilandra had for Rath. ‘How could that be?’ She pondered. ‘Whitaker said my great love was Ki’var, not Michael, I mean Rath.’ Isabel corrected herself immediately, but noticed how easy it was to exchange Michael and Rath in her mind. ‘It was a lie, Ki’var was not my great love, it was Rath.’
“Too many clothes,” Vilandra bemoaned. Finally, the last button came undone and she slipped his shirt down his shoulders, marveling at his strong powerful physique. She deftly rolled him over; her hair fell in his face obstructing his view of her. She spread out her hands across his chest feeling him tremble; Tellymon closed his eyes briefly as her hands explored his chest. Her lips lost no time in tasting and manipulating the broad expanse of flesh before her. He was lost in her touches, relishing in the delight of her soft lips and gentle, featherlike strokes.
Taking back control by being on top, he took her lips back in a searing kiss that broke only when they parted for air. Her hands kneaded his back, softly scratching his skin and biting his shoulder and chest whenever she had a chance to do so. He sucked on her pulse points feeling the blood course through beating rapidly for him. That made him groaned as he became harder. His hands were exploring the alabaster skin under his fingertips. He slowly pushed down the straps of the negligee, exposing more flesh to his hot tongue and eager caresses.
His mouth nipped and tasted her neck and shoulders, his need to consume her fully was growing to incredible heights as she began to arch and move under him. His tongue trailed downward as the fabric disappeared exposing her succulent breasts waiting to be kissed. He traced the roundness of the tip as it hardened into a pointed peak as his lips manipulated the surrounding skin.
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 2: Part 1 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 2: The Merger
~ Rath and Vilandra ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
"No matter how I got off track, you found a way to get me back. Saved me from my darkest hour. Never could deny your power." "All Of A Sudden You Disappeared” by Shelby Lynne
That night Michael fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Soon he found himself on Antar. Unknown to Michael, Isabel also entered the picture standing far off to the side in a fog.
”Vilandra come and sit by me,” TellymonRath pulled her off the balcony, over to the fireplace. The night air was chilly, the view spectacular; the White Palace overlooked the Mountains of Senthen, the highest peaks on Antar. From their room they could see the glistening snow peaks that turned red, then violet with the sunset.
Tellymon rubbed her shoulders; her outfit barley covered her skin, and certainly was not adequate for this climate. “You are cold?” He pulled her into an embrace. “Come let’s get you some warmer clothes.”
Vilandra looked at him with an evil glint in her eye. Then without warning she lunged forward, knocking Tellymon onto the sofa as she flung her body on top of his, searing their lips together. The devoured one another, their bodies were so close together a wisp of paper could not fit between. They intertwined creating an inferno that intensified with each swipe of their tongues.
Vilandra moved down his jaw towards the sensitive areas of his neck and shoulder sending shock waves throughout his body. “There isn’t that better than changing clothes.” She smiled smugly, feeling him rise to the moment. The taste of him was exquisite as she continued to nip and lick the flesh that was beneath her. Her hands began to wander, soon she could barely conceal the satisfied smile on her lips at his inability to stop moaning, all cause by her careful manipulations.
“Make love to me TellymonRath,” she purred into his ear as she straddled his hips, running her hands down his shirt, letting the buttons fall open one by one.
Without anymore urging, he lifted her up off him and carried her off to their bed. He laid her on the plush velvet spread amidst the various furs scattered all about. It was a picture to behold, her lying there, breathing hard, longing for him. Her eyes spoke volumes of love, her body echoing the sentiment in subtle movements. “You are ravishing,” he whispered as he gently lay on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms, he leaned to capture her lips.
A soft breeze drifted through their room, bringing the smell of the night flowers across their bed. Their floral sense was strong, said to drug the senses of lovers making their experience more pronounced. Below their balcony, musicians had gather to serenade the couple, on this their first night at the While Palace as man and wife.
Michael could smell the heavy floral scent upon the wind and could hear the soft singing floating. Isabel found that she too could smell and feel all that Vilandra senses. Most of all Isabel could feel the intense love Vilandra had for Rath. ‘How could that be?’ She pondered. ‘Whitaker said my great love was Ki’var, not Michael, I mean Rath.’ Isabel corrected herself immediately, but noticed how easy it was to exchange Michael and Rath in her mind. ‘It was a lie, Ki’var was not my great love, it was Rath.’
“Too many clothes,” Vilandra bemoaned. Finally, the last button came undone and she slipped his shirt down his shoulders, marveling at his strong powerful physique. She deftly rolled him over; her hair fell in his face obstructing his view of her. She spread out her hands across his chest feeling him tremble; Tellymon closed his eyes briefly as her hands explored his chest. Her lips lost no time in tasting and manipulating the broad expanse of flesh before her. He was lost in her touches, relishing in the delight of her soft lips and gentle, featherlike strokes.
Taking back control by being on top, he took her lips back in a searing kiss that broke only when they parted for air. Her hands kneaded his back, softly scratching his skin and biting his shoulder and chest whenever she had a chance to do so. He sucked on her pulse points feeling the blood course through beating rapidly for him. That made him groaned as he became harder. His hands were exploring the alabaster skin under his fingertips. He slowly pushed down the straps of the negligee, exposing more flesh to his hot tongue and eager caresses.
His mouth nipped and tasted her neck and shoulders, his need to consume her fully was growing to incredible heights as she began to arch and move under him. His tongue trailed downward as the fabric disappeared exposing her succulent breasts waiting to be kissed. He traced the roundness of the tip as it hardened into a pointed peak as his lips manipulated the surrounding skin.
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Warning: Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 2: Part 2 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 2: The Merger
~ Michael and Vilandra ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
“Wouldn¹t you love somebody to love. You better find someone to love. Find somebody to love” “Somebody to Love” by Jefferson Airplane
Isabel noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. Michael entered the room in slow motion. He went over to the bed, and tapped Rath on the shoulder, turning around he nodded while getting off the bed. Michael took his place kissing Vilandra deeply and sensuously, taking her into his arms as he was prepared to make passionate love to her.
Isabel could feel that heat and remembered those kisses. She let herself drift off for a moment, feeling the passion envelope her.
Vilandra did not seem to be the least bit concerned that her partner just changed, Michael was taunting and teasing her nipples with his fingers and mouth as she moaned “Yes! Yes!” into his ear. Vilandra waved her hand over his shirt, removing the offensive item from her view. She relished his smooth creamy skin, driving her hands wherever she could feel soft fevered flesh. She dipped her hands downward cupping his erection whereupon he let out a gasped of delight. Vilandra smiled at his movements as he started grinding into her hand. “Oh God!” Michael cried his voice muffle by her breast. She moved one hand to his back and started sliding it under his pants.
TellymonRath sat on the edge of the bed, watching the couple, after a few seconds he moved closer to Michael, whispering in his ear before being dissolved into Michael’s body.
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 2: Part 2 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 2: The Merger
~ Michael and Vilandra ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
“Wouldn¹t you love somebody to love. You better find someone to love. Find somebody to love” “Somebody to Love” by Jefferson Airplane
Isabel noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. Michael entered the room in slow motion. He went over to the bed, and tapped Rath on the shoulder, turning around he nodded while getting off the bed. Michael took his place kissing Vilandra deeply and sensuously, taking her into his arms as he was prepared to make passionate love to her.
Isabel could feel that heat and remembered those kisses. She let herself drift off for a moment, feeling the passion envelope her.
Vilandra did not seem to be the least bit concerned that her partner just changed, Michael was taunting and teasing her nipples with his fingers and mouth as she moaned “Yes! Yes!” into his ear. Vilandra waved her hand over his shirt, removing the offensive item from her view. She relished his smooth creamy skin, driving her hands wherever she could feel soft fevered flesh. She dipped her hands downward cupping his erection whereupon he let out a gasped of delight. Vilandra smiled at his movements as he started grinding into her hand. “Oh God!” Michael cried his voice muffle by her breast. She moved one hand to his back and started sliding it under his pants.
TellymonRath sat on the edge of the bed, watching the couple, after a few seconds he moved closer to Michael, whispering in his ear before being dissolved into Michael’s body.
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Warning: Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 2: Part 3 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 2: The Merger
~ Michael and Isabel ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
“You came in that's what my little heart was looking for laughter in the rain feeling like a fool in love again!” “My Destiny” by Lionel Richie
Isabel was jealous at seeing her former self with Michael. She was used to seeing Vilandra and TellymonRath, as those dreams had recently become commonplace, but not this. Isabel decided to alter the picture to something more suitable; she walked into Michael’s dream.
Michael had his head down lapping at Vilandra’s belly button when Isabel came over to the bed and tapped Michael on the back. He looked up at her startled. She leaned down and kissed him. Vilandra vanished from underneath Michael as he reached up pulling the Isabel onto the bed under him.
They kissed fervently, with a passion that is so rare today. He poured into the kisses all the love he had for Isabel and Vilandra combined. His tongue made it way done her neck stopping here and there to revel in the taste. Her PJ top quickly disappeared, as Michael kiss and nipped at this new piece of flesh beneath him. Her breasts raised and fell in rapid succession has he closed in on the tips. One hand gently kneaded the flesh leaving the center free from his fingers while his tongue encircled the other tip, keeping just out of the intended goal. Isabel started moaning, arching her back, trying to direct him into the right direction. Finally, Michael took her nipple into his mouth while at the same time rolling the other nipple between his fingertips. His ears were rewarded with her cries of approval. He smiled at that sound, knowing he was pleasing her. He wanted to make her happy, satisfied, and loved every day forever; he stressed that feeling in each kiss, each touch, and each lick of her body.
She began to thrash wildly as the sensations flooded though her. She felt her pants grow very wet, as the pit of her stomach burned for him to go further. She strove to cover as much of his body as she could with her hands, teeth, lips, and tongue. She found his erogenous zones, elating from him loud gasps, moans, and growls of pure sex. Isabel felt the raw power of Michael as she continued her exploration. He was like a time bomb waiting to go off any second, it heightened her sexual gratification; she was feeding on his imagery.
Michael needed to be inside her, to feel her very essence, to meld into one. Isabel could feel his need and took it up a notch. She snaked one hand downward to stroke his bulge beneath the fabric. “Please,” he begged as she put more pressure on his member. Michael started rubbing against her trying to relive some of the pressure on his straining cock that was excessively confined. Isabel’s other hand was working on his belt buckle. Succeeding in undoing it she, pulled down the zipper, setting his member free into her awaiting hand. The contact with her hand sent Michael over the edge, electrical surges passed between them and she received a myriad of flashes that depicted their former lives, her, Max, and Maria. Michael did not notice the information downloaded into Isabel, instead he was busy removing her PJ bottoms, relishing in the bare skin of her ass.
Isabel guided him into her very center as her arched her hips towards him, his cock sliding in smoothly as the two began a sensual dance. Michael grasped her hips as he quickened the pace, their cries and moans were inaudible one from the other. Isabel closed her eyes; sight had become useless as her senses were being overloaded from the stimuli. Michael felt her walls starting to constrict, he was swelling filling any vacant space inside her. They both gave in to the ecstasy, screaming each other’s name as the room went black.
Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 2: Part 3 of 3
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 2: The Merger
~ Michael and Isabel ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
“You came in that's what my little heart was looking for laughter in the rain feeling like a fool in love again!” “My Destiny” by Lionel Richie
Isabel was jealous at seeing her former self with Michael. She was used to seeing Vilandra and TellymonRath, as those dreams had recently become commonplace, but not this. Isabel decided to alter the picture to something more suitable; she walked into Michael’s dream.
Michael had his head down lapping at Vilandra’s belly button when Isabel came over to the bed and tapped Michael on the back. He looked up at her startled. She leaned down and kissed him. Vilandra vanished from underneath Michael as he reached up pulling the Isabel onto the bed under him.
They kissed fervently, with a passion that is so rare today. He poured into the kisses all the love he had for Isabel and Vilandra combined. His tongue made it way done her neck stopping here and there to revel in the taste. Her PJ top quickly disappeared, as Michael kiss and nipped at this new piece of flesh beneath him. Her breasts raised and fell in rapid succession has he closed in on the tips. One hand gently kneaded the flesh leaving the center free from his fingers while his tongue encircled the other tip, keeping just out of the intended goal. Isabel started moaning, arching her back, trying to direct him into the right direction. Finally, Michael took her nipple into his mouth while at the same time rolling the other nipple between his fingertips. His ears were rewarded with her cries of approval. He smiled at that sound, knowing he was pleasing her. He wanted to make her happy, satisfied, and loved every day forever; he stressed that feeling in each kiss, each touch, and each lick of her body.
She began to thrash wildly as the sensations flooded though her. She felt her pants grow very wet, as the pit of her stomach burned for him to go further. She strove to cover as much of his body as she could with her hands, teeth, lips, and tongue. She found his erogenous zones, elating from him loud gasps, moans, and growls of pure sex. Isabel felt the raw power of Michael as she continued her exploration. He was like a time bomb waiting to go off any second, it heightened her sexual gratification; she was feeding on his imagery.
Michael needed to be inside her, to feel her very essence, to meld into one. Isabel could feel his need and took it up a notch. She snaked one hand downward to stroke his bulge beneath the fabric. “Please,” he begged as she put more pressure on his member. Michael started rubbing against her trying to relive some of the pressure on his straining cock that was excessively confined. Isabel’s other hand was working on his belt buckle. Succeeding in undoing it she, pulled down the zipper, setting his member free into her awaiting hand. The contact with her hand sent Michael over the edge, electrical surges passed between them and she received a myriad of flashes that depicted their former lives, her, Max, and Maria. Michael did not notice the information downloaded into Isabel, instead he was busy removing her PJ bottoms, relishing in the bare skin of her ass.
Isabel guided him into her very center as her arched her hips towards him, his cock sliding in smoothly as the two began a sensual dance. Michael grasped her hips as he quickened the pace, their cries and moans were inaudible one from the other. Isabel closed her eyes; sight had become useless as her senses were being overloaded from the stimuli. Michael felt her walls starting to constrict, he was swelling filling any vacant space inside her. They both gave in to the ecstasy, screaming each other’s name as the room went black.
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Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 3: Boy Do I Have News For You
~Caught!~
Timeline: Sunday Night
“go through the motions of loving from a far and feel as if I’m reaching for the stars but each drop of hopelessness amounts to what could be a raging sea” “Castles in the Air” by Colurfield
“Enjoying yourself?”
Isabel felt the bottom of her world drop out as Michael stood in front of her with his arms crossed looking pissed. The room was still dark; the only light appeared to be directly above them.
“Excuse me?” Isabel looked up at Michael with a blank expression pretending that she had just walked in and did not see the whole vision.
“I asked if you were enjoying watching them.” Michael was quick to retort. He was mad at himself for allowing his mind to wander and not catching Isabel the second she entered his dream. “How long have you been here?
“I just walked in. What are you rambling about?” Isabel dropped her eyes quickly so he could not see the truth.
“’Sorry Iz, I just… Oh never mind!” Michael mumbled incoherently since it was obvious Isabel wasn’t in the mood to discuss the dream. “You know I forbid you to dream walk me.”
Getting control of herself, Isabel faced Michael. “Just where the hell are you and why did you leave? Max is fit to be tied.”
“Max for all I care can go and shove the pole further up his ass,” Michael scoffed as he threw his body on soft cushioned that appeared under him.
“What happened? Why did you leave?” Isabel sat down next to him. “Do Mara and I mean that little to you?”
“No it wasn’t you two. It was…” Michael stopped and sighed. “I needed to get away. It is better for the both of you.”
“What? You are still injured. You need to come back here now.”
“I will never come crawling back to Max. No!” Suddenly lightening exploded revealing an open bluff and a vast valley down below. The lightening continued to rip it way across the sky as Michael sat there twisting his right hand back and forth. Isabel watched the connection between the explosions in the sky and his hand as it moved.
“What did Max do Michael?” She brushed the hair out of his face. “What happened?” She took his face in her hands. “Something happened I can tell.” She looked deep into his eyes; they were so full of sorrow.
“Nothing that I did not deserve.” He tried to avert his eyes away from her.
Seeing that she was getting nowhere Isabel just reiterated that he needed to come home.
“I can’t you need to come to me.”
“Why are you incapacitated?”
“No, I am in Roswell. Tell Max out of his blissful honeymoon bed and head back here now. Meet me at the old silver mine.”
“Why what is going on? What happened? Oh, my God. Is Mom and Dad okay? Jesse?” Michael sneered at that last name
“Everyone is okay.” Michael assured her. “For all I care Jesse can rot in the ground.” Michael said in a flippant but very quiet voice.
Isabel heard what Michael said and chose it ignore it for now. Even though Jesse had left, Isabel could not help but have some feelings for him, although those were now more friendly than a love interest.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 3: Boy Do I Have News For You
~Caught!~
Timeline: Sunday Night
“go through the motions of loving from a far and feel as if I’m reaching for the stars but each drop of hopelessness amounts to what could be a raging sea” “Castles in the Air” by Colurfield
“Enjoying yourself?”
Isabel felt the bottom of her world drop out as Michael stood in front of her with his arms crossed looking pissed. The room was still dark; the only light appeared to be directly above them.
“Excuse me?” Isabel looked up at Michael with a blank expression pretending that she had just walked in and did not see the whole vision.
“I asked if you were enjoying watching them.” Michael was quick to retort. He was mad at himself for allowing his mind to wander and not catching Isabel the second she entered his dream. “How long have you been here?
“I just walked in. What are you rambling about?” Isabel dropped her eyes quickly so he could not see the truth.
“’Sorry Iz, I just… Oh never mind!” Michael mumbled incoherently since it was obvious Isabel wasn’t in the mood to discuss the dream. “You know I forbid you to dream walk me.”
Getting control of herself, Isabel faced Michael. “Just where the hell are you and why did you leave? Max is fit to be tied.”
“Max for all I care can go and shove the pole further up his ass,” Michael scoffed as he threw his body on soft cushioned that appeared under him.
“What happened? Why did you leave?” Isabel sat down next to him. “Do Mara and I mean that little to you?”
“No it wasn’t you two. It was…” Michael stopped and sighed. “I needed to get away. It is better for the both of you.”
“What? You are still injured. You need to come back here now.”
“I will never come crawling back to Max. No!” Suddenly lightening exploded revealing an open bluff and a vast valley down below. The lightening continued to rip it way across the sky as Michael sat there twisting his right hand back and forth. Isabel watched the connection between the explosions in the sky and his hand as it moved.
“What did Max do Michael?” She brushed the hair out of his face. “What happened?” She took his face in her hands. “Something happened I can tell.” She looked deep into his eyes; they were so full of sorrow.
“Nothing that I did not deserve.” He tried to avert his eyes away from her.
Seeing that she was getting nowhere Isabel just reiterated that he needed to come home.
“I can’t you need to come to me.”
“Why are you incapacitated?”
“No, I am in Roswell. Tell Max out of his blissful honeymoon bed and head back here now. Meet me at the old silver mine.”
“Why what is going on? What happened? Oh, my God. Is Mom and Dad okay? Jesse?” Michael sneered at that last name
“Everyone is okay.” Michael assured her. “For all I care Jesse can rot in the ground.” Michael said in a flippant but very quiet voice.
Isabel heard what Michael said and chose it ignore it for now. Even though Jesse had left, Isabel could not help but have some feelings for him, although those were now more friendly than a love interest.
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Book 1: Section 5: Chapter 3: Part 2 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 3: Boy Do I Have News For You
~News From Home ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
"Fathers, be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do. Girls become lovers who turn into mothers. So mothers, be good to your daughters too” "Daughters" by John Mayer
Michael got up and started to pace, finally he stopped and faced Isabel.
“Isabel we need to talk.”
“Okay talk.”
“I saw your mother and my father today, from home.”
“What? My mother as in alien? Home as in Antar?” Isabel was shocked; a feather could have bowled her over at that moment.
“Yes.”
“Michael what did she look like?”
“Like you, beautiful.” Isabel bushed when she heard that.
“What did they want?” She was full of questions that were long overdue for answers. “Where did you see them?”
“At the pod chamber, seems as though there is a two-way built-in communication system.”
“You actually saw and talked to them.” Isabel covered her face in a squeal of delight. “Oh my God! Max going to have a conniption fit.” She jumped up and hugged Michael.
“Yeah.” The picture of Max swelling up and exploding from the fit flashed through Michael’s mind making him sigh contently. “Your mom wants to see you and Max.”
“Wow, what about your father? What did he want?”
“He lectured me on not having an heir.”
Isabel laughed, “I can see your father doing that.” She began to mimic King Pondather shaking her finger at Michael “The kingdom comes first before all.”
Michael looked at her surprised.
“Yeah that I remember him doing that, strange isn’t it” Isabel giggled. “Is that why we have to come back to Roswell to talk to them?”
“Yea, Isabel there is one more thing.”
“Yes.”
“How much do you remember about our past?” Michael overlapped two fingers together as an indication of just how close of a couple.
“Not much only that we are married?” Isabel then thought, “We are married aren’t we?”
“Yes, we still are.” Michael looked at her watching for a reaction, “according to Antarian law.”
“Oh no! You and Maria, me and you.” Isabel sat down on the floor. “What a mess. What will our parents think?”
“We will tackle that situation as it comes. Do you remember anything else?”
“I have dreams about...?” Isabel broke off.
“About what?”
“This sounds silly, but there were kids. Not just the baby boy I dreamt about but others, girls, older. My imagination I guess is overactive.”
“What if it was true?” Michael knelt down by her. “Those girls are real not just a dream.”
“Michael?”
“I saw two of our daughters Azzal and Solidawn. They are alive and barely older than when we died.”
“No, that cannot be true.” Isabel searched Michael’s eyes for a lie but only saw the truth.
“Azzal cried for her mommy. I said I would bring you to her.” Michael took hold of Isabel’s hand. “She needs you, they both do.” Michael looked at Isabel. “They are as beautiful as you are. Blonde hair, small noses, gorgeous eyes.” Michael smiled then took her palm and kissed it before she pulled it away.
“Oh my God Michael!” Isabel put her head in her hands. “I cannot remember them; I have idea of their names, births, or anything.” Isabel started crying.
Michael put his arms around her. “It will be okay, there is a memory retrieval device located in the Granolith. It will restore our memories; you will remember every detail as if it was yesterday”
“What if we hate each other?” Isabel looked at Michael through tear filled eyes, “You, me, Max”
“Would that be any different than the way things are now?” Michael snorted, looking away into the darkness.
“Michael I am so sorry for Vilandra, Maria, everything lately.”
Michael cocked his head and smirked, “That’s okay I deserved it as usual. I been dishing out my own little mischief.”
The light above started to dim as Michael closed the connection. “I love you Isabel.” His eyes reflected the hunger he held for her in his heart.
Isabel stared at Michael dumbfounded by his non-prodded admission “I love you Michael,” she whispered, unsure that he even heard her.
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 5: Time to come Home
Chapter 3: Boy Do I Have News For You
~News From Home ~
Timeline: Sunday Night
"Fathers, be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do. Girls become lovers who turn into mothers. So mothers, be good to your daughters too” "Daughters" by John Mayer
Michael got up and started to pace, finally he stopped and faced Isabel.
“Isabel we need to talk.”
“Okay talk.”
“I saw your mother and my father today, from home.”
“What? My mother as in alien? Home as in Antar?” Isabel was shocked; a feather could have bowled her over at that moment.
“Yes.”
“Michael what did she look like?”
“Like you, beautiful.” Isabel bushed when she heard that.
“What did they want?” She was full of questions that were long overdue for answers. “Where did you see them?”
“At the pod chamber, seems as though there is a two-way built-in communication system.”
“You actually saw and talked to them.” Isabel covered her face in a squeal of delight. “Oh my God! Max going to have a conniption fit.” She jumped up and hugged Michael.
“Yeah.” The picture of Max swelling up and exploding from the fit flashed through Michael’s mind making him sigh contently. “Your mom wants to see you and Max.”
“Wow, what about your father? What did he want?”
“He lectured me on not having an heir.”
Isabel laughed, “I can see your father doing that.” She began to mimic King Pondather shaking her finger at Michael “The kingdom comes first before all.”
Michael looked at her surprised.
“Yeah that I remember him doing that, strange isn’t it” Isabel giggled. “Is that why we have to come back to Roswell to talk to them?”
“Yea, Isabel there is one more thing.”
“Yes.”
“How much do you remember about our past?” Michael overlapped two fingers together as an indication of just how close of a couple.
“Not much only that we are married?” Isabel then thought, “We are married aren’t we?”
“Yes, we still are.” Michael looked at her watching for a reaction, “according to Antarian law.”
“Oh no! You and Maria, me and you.” Isabel sat down on the floor. “What a mess. What will our parents think?”
“We will tackle that situation as it comes. Do you remember anything else?”
“I have dreams about...?” Isabel broke off.
“About what?”
“This sounds silly, but there were kids. Not just the baby boy I dreamt about but others, girls, older. My imagination I guess is overactive.”
“What if it was true?” Michael knelt down by her. “Those girls are real not just a dream.”
“Michael?”
“I saw two of our daughters Azzal and Solidawn. They are alive and barely older than when we died.”
“No, that cannot be true.” Isabel searched Michael’s eyes for a lie but only saw the truth.
“Azzal cried for her mommy. I said I would bring you to her.” Michael took hold of Isabel’s hand. “She needs you, they both do.” Michael looked at Isabel. “They are as beautiful as you are. Blonde hair, small noses, gorgeous eyes.” Michael smiled then took her palm and kissed it before she pulled it away.
“Oh my God Michael!” Isabel put her head in her hands. “I cannot remember them; I have idea of their names, births, or anything.” Isabel started crying.
Michael put his arms around her. “It will be okay, there is a memory retrieval device located in the Granolith. It will restore our memories; you will remember every detail as if it was yesterday”
“What if we hate each other?” Isabel looked at Michael through tear filled eyes, “You, me, Max”
“Would that be any different than the way things are now?” Michael snorted, looking away into the darkness.
“Michael I am so sorry for Vilandra, Maria, everything lately.”
Michael cocked his head and smirked, “That’s okay I deserved it as usual. I been dishing out my own little mischief.”
The light above started to dim as Michael closed the connection. “I love you Isabel.” His eyes reflected the hunger he held for her in his heart.
Isabel stared at Michael dumbfounded by his non-prodded admission “I love you Michael,” she whispered, unsure that he even heard her.
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Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 1: Van Sweet Van
~ Backtracking ~
Timeline: Friday Monday
“I'm going home. I'm gonna be there one of these mornings” “Going Home” by Electric Light Orchestra
**** Friday (day after the rape) ****
“Kyle was that Michael I heard,” as Isabel, she came in from the bathroom drying her hair off in a towel and a little alien magic.
“Yeah he just left.”
With that, Isabel ran to the door and down the steps as she caught a glimpse of his bike racing out of the parking lot. She held her arms against the cold winds and walked back into the apartment. “Did he say he was going?”
“Yeah, to get his paycheck. I told him to wait but he said he would only be a few minutes.”
“Where is Max?”
“He stormed out of here a few minutes before Michael left.”
Isabel had an uneasy feeling in her gut, something had happened between Michael and Max. Hours passed when Max finally returned. He stepped into the apartment and Isabel jumped down his throat
“What did you say or do to Michael?” she demanded.
“What are you talking about?”
“Michael is gone. Left a few minutes after you slammed out of the apartment.”
“He did not want me to heal him so I left.” Max certainly was not going to tell them Michael’s fantasies about him being the rapist. “Don’t worry he will be back soon, he always does this to get attention.”
**** Saturday ****
“Morning,” said Max as he grabbed a cup of coffee. “Got any plans today?”
Kyle looked over at him, “Morning. None just the usual work.”
“Where are the girls?”
“Probably seeping I heard them crying most of the night.”
“Figures it’s just like Michael to go off and hurt them like that,” scoffed Max before he headed back to his bedroom and the waiting arms of Liz.
Kyle watched Max as he retreated, “Something is not right.”
**** Sunday ****
“Isabel have you been able to dream walk him?” asked an anxious Maria.
“I have tried but he is blocking me. I cannot break through.”
“So at least he is still alive and hasn’t crashed that inferno machine of his.” Maria looked relieved but still scared. She had barely slept since Friday and was exhausted as evident by the raccoon eyes.
“Yes but where? I will try again tonight.” Isabel squeezed her hand over their salad lunch, which they picked at like birds. Neither had an apatite since Friday and had to force themselves to much on the carrots and lettuce.
“What made him take off like that, he was still hurt.” queried Maria aloud. “Think about it must hurt like hell to sit on that bike.”
“I don’t know, that is a puzzle, it had to be something bad though. Isabel feared that Michael had slipped in those few minutes he was alone with Max, in his own personal version of hell.
**** Monday Morning Early ****
“Maria wake up,” Isabel nudged her gently.
“No mom just a few more minutes.” Maria rolled over. “I am so tired.”
“I know Maria your tired,” Isabel rubbed her shoulders again. “I contacted Michael. Wake up.”
“Michael!” Maria shot up in bed. “Where is he?”
“He is in Roswell, we need to get pack and all of us go there.”
Maria was out of bed in a flash as she headed for the bathroom.
Isabel went and knocked on Kyle’s door waking him. “Isabel what is it? Is something wrong?”
“We need to go. Get packed.”
“What Liz is getting predications again? I thought those finally died down as she screwed her head on straight.”
“No it has nothing to do with Liz. I found Michael we need to leave.”
“What? Be ready in ten.” Kyle dove back into his room to pack.
After a considerable series of knocks Max finally stumbled to the door, “Isabel? Is there something wrong?”
“We need to leave Max. I found Michael.”
“What?” Max rubbed his eyes. “Where?”
“Roswell! We need to go to Roswell now. I will explain once we are on our way.” Isabel dashed off to pack and make the final arrangements.
Max grumbled some choice words under his breath as he pulled on his pants and a shirt
“Where are we going Max?” asked a sleepy Liz when he woke her
“Home. We are going home.”
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 1: Van Sweet Van
~ Backtracking ~
Timeline: Friday Monday
“I'm going home. I'm gonna be there one of these mornings” “Going Home” by Electric Light Orchestra
**** Friday (day after the rape) ****
“Kyle was that Michael I heard,” as Isabel, she came in from the bathroom drying her hair off in a towel and a little alien magic.
“Yeah he just left.”
With that, Isabel ran to the door and down the steps as she caught a glimpse of his bike racing out of the parking lot. She held her arms against the cold winds and walked back into the apartment. “Did he say he was going?”
“Yeah, to get his paycheck. I told him to wait but he said he would only be a few minutes.”
“Where is Max?”
“He stormed out of here a few minutes before Michael left.”
Isabel had an uneasy feeling in her gut, something had happened between Michael and Max. Hours passed when Max finally returned. He stepped into the apartment and Isabel jumped down his throat
“What did you say or do to Michael?” she demanded.
“What are you talking about?”
“Michael is gone. Left a few minutes after you slammed out of the apartment.”
“He did not want me to heal him so I left.” Max certainly was not going to tell them Michael’s fantasies about him being the rapist. “Don’t worry he will be back soon, he always does this to get attention.”
**** Saturday ****
“Morning,” said Max as he grabbed a cup of coffee. “Got any plans today?”
Kyle looked over at him, “Morning. None just the usual work.”
“Where are the girls?”
“Probably seeping I heard them crying most of the night.”
“Figures it’s just like Michael to go off and hurt them like that,” scoffed Max before he headed back to his bedroom and the waiting arms of Liz.
Kyle watched Max as he retreated, “Something is not right.”
**** Sunday ****
“Isabel have you been able to dream walk him?” asked an anxious Maria.
“I have tried but he is blocking me. I cannot break through.”
“So at least he is still alive and hasn’t crashed that inferno machine of his.” Maria looked relieved but still scared. She had barely slept since Friday and was exhausted as evident by the raccoon eyes.
“Yes but where? I will try again tonight.” Isabel squeezed her hand over their salad lunch, which they picked at like birds. Neither had an apatite since Friday and had to force themselves to much on the carrots and lettuce.
“What made him take off like that, he was still hurt.” queried Maria aloud. “Think about it must hurt like hell to sit on that bike.”
“I don’t know, that is a puzzle, it had to be something bad though. Isabel feared that Michael had slipped in those few minutes he was alone with Max, in his own personal version of hell.
**** Monday Morning Early ****
“Maria wake up,” Isabel nudged her gently.
“No mom just a few more minutes.” Maria rolled over. “I am so tired.”
“I know Maria your tired,” Isabel rubbed her shoulders again. “I contacted Michael. Wake up.”
“Michael!” Maria shot up in bed. “Where is he?”
“He is in Roswell, we need to get pack and all of us go there.”
Maria was out of bed in a flash as she headed for the bathroom.
Isabel went and knocked on Kyle’s door waking him. “Isabel what is it? Is something wrong?”
“We need to go. Get packed.”
“What Liz is getting predications again? I thought those finally died down as she screwed her head on straight.”
“No it has nothing to do with Liz. I found Michael we need to leave.”
“What? Be ready in ten.” Kyle dove back into his room to pack.
After a considerable series of knocks Max finally stumbled to the door, “Isabel? Is there something wrong?”
“We need to leave Max. I found Michael.”
“What?” Max rubbed his eyes. “Where?”
“Roswell! We need to go to Roswell now. I will explain once we are on our way.” Isabel dashed off to pack and make the final arrangements.
Max grumbled some choice words under his breath as he pulled on his pants and a shirt
“Where are we going Max?” asked a sleepy Liz when he woke her
“Home. We are going home.”
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash
Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 1: Van Sweet Van
~ I Love You, I Always Will ~
Timeline: Monday
“You can dream about it every now and then. But you can't go home again.” "Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)" by Wynonna Judd
“Here is the last bag,” announced Kyle as he threw Michael’s duffle bag onto of the pile in the back.
“Are we ready then?” Isabel was up front already starting the engine. “Since I am wide awake I will take first shift. You guys go ahead and sleep some more.”
“How is anyone suppose to sleep after being wakened at 3am,” yawned Kyle looking at his watch, it was almost 4:30. “I guess I take the back seat with all the bags.” He rearranged them into a comfortable sleeping spot.
“I will keep Isabel company. I am also wide awake,” said Maria as she hopped in the front seat.
Max and Liz ended up with the middle as they settle back down in each other’s arms to sleep. Max was soon drifting off, as he could smell the flowers in the garden. The birds overhead were singing, the day was bright, as the young King made his way through the gardens. He continued into the inner most sanctums, lost forgotten areas of the Palace’s famous gardens. Opening the secret door, he entered the private garden and began his search.
“Rath there you are,” Zan ducked his head though the low overhanging. “You always like this part of the gardens.”
“No one ever comes here anymore I think it is forgotten,” Rath said as he looked around at the overgrown hedges, bright new flowers struggling to show their heads among the head ones, the stone paths cracked with moss growing on the edges, and the small stream tat once ran through was no more than a murky line.
“Why don’t you clean it up,” suggested Zan as he began to wave his hand.
“No leave it. It is chaotic, free. Let it live or die as the case may be.”
Zan stood back and looked at Rath sprawled out on the ground with a book in come hand, his back against a tree that looked more dead than alive. Zan kneeled down beside side him and looked at Rath in the eyes, “You are a romantic at heart aren’t you,” as he kissed him. Backing away Zan saw Rath smiled slightly, so Zan shifted his position and sat down in his lap.
He circled his neck playing with his neck and hair, “No one comes here anymore huh?” said Zan as his hands sensually played with his body as they made they way down where he began to remove Rath’s shirt.
“No, no one comes here,” said Rath in between stolen kisses enjoying Zan’s hands on him. “We cannot be seen even from the rooms above in the Palace,” Rath pointed upward, “see all the overhang flowers and vegetation.” Rath shuddered as Zan slid his shirt down exposing his chest as his hands found the sensitive nipples.
“Yes I see,” said Zan as he continued to kiss and suck on Rath’s nipples. “Good then we won’t be disturbed,” as he leaned in for another kiss this one was fierce in its demand as Rath growled under Zan’s continual manipulation of Rath’s nipples.
“You like?” Zan whispered as he gently chewed and nipped on Rath’s ear as he pinched the nipples lightly as Rath cried out. Zan then shifted again as he ground his ass onto Rath’s lap. Rath growled out again as he grabbed Zan and kissed him hard. Rath then proceeded to disrobe Zan, as his shirt fell away. Rath broke the kiss and trailed his hands up Zan’s chest feeling his nipples harden under his fingertips as Zan opened in mouth panting hard.
“Do you have to be anyplace in the next three hours?” whispered Rath as he took Zan in another kiss.
“No why?” Zan asked breaking away as he wrapped his body closer to Rath.
“Because I am going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop. I am going to make you cum once, twice, three times until there is nothing left to expel from your body.” Rath looked directly in Zan’s coal black eyes as golden sparks began to appear in the iris. “And them I am going to fuck you again.” He took Zan’s hand and pushed it against his hard firm penis that was being strangled in his pants. “Do you like my cock hard, it is hard for you, it wants you, I want you.”
Zan began to shiver at Rath’s words, his own cock swelled at the thought that Rath wanted him, he was desirous of him, needing him for fulfillment, for love.
Zan pressed hard against the bulge elating a soft gasps and moan from Rath as his eyes rolled back. He was definitely in the mood. Zan got up and with a wave over a stone bench, it transformed into a feather-filled mattress, topped in rich black silk sheets. Rath looked over and smiled, it was going to be a fun afternoon.
Zan held out his hands as he keeled on the mattress. Rath got up, came over, and kneeled down in front of him as the two began to kiss and explore each other with their tongues. Zan had intended to make a long slow production of it but as soon as they got started kissing, all thought went out the window as they ripped each other's clothes off and fell over onto the mattress.
They were all over each other, kissing, licking and sucking on various body parts. Zan worked down until he was between Rath legs and started sucking on Rath’s long hard thick cock. Zan ran his tongue down long the underside as he come up the back and then lightly flicked the tip with his tongue. Rath jumped involuntarily and his cock into Zan’s mouth, who grabbed it willingly sucking hard as Rath arched his back in apparent pleasure.
“Shit Zan that feels so...oh ,,,, fucking god.. oh ..” Rath was in pure bliss.
Zan ran his hands over his thighs and legs, rounding his body to the back where he slid up and down Rath’s crack. His finger entered Rath’s ass massaging the gland just inside. Rath moaned loudly as Zan enjoyed the finger fucking he was giving Rath. He slide another finger in traveling up the canal, hitting other sensitive spots along the way. Rath screamed for more panting as the pressure built it. Rath was slick inside and Zan added a third finger. He had Rath coming off the mattress especially when Zan began to stoke his cock. Rath growled as he balled up the fabric under his hands.
“Oh Fuck!” Rath screamed out as he sat up, grabbed Zan by the waist, and twisted his body so he was now in-between Zan’s legs. Rath lifted Zan’s ass in the air as he pushed his hard wet cock into Zan. Zan was excited and the passage was moist as Rath began to slowly fuck Zan, coming all the way out and then inch by inch slowly go in.
The feeling was ecstasy, Zan relished in the sensation. After a time of being consumed by this slow fuck, Zan wanted more, deeper, faster, harder. Zan started pushing back faster, trying to speed things up but each time Rath slowed him down.
As they got nearer to a climax Rath would pulled out "Let's make this last." his rasped into Zan’s ear as he kissed him deep. “I want to stay like this forever fucking you,”
Placing his legs on his shoulder Rath again penetrated Zan keeping up a slow tortuous pace as Zan felt his body melt, he was like liquid surrounding Rath’s cock. Again, Rath pulled out denying Zan the release he body was aching for.
This time as the pressure built up Zan surprised Rath and buck back hard impaling Rath, withdrawing slightly and then again hard. Rath knew Zan wanted completion; he was hard and needed to come. Rath started slamming into Zan as Zan lowered his legs and circled them about Rath crushing him in their grip.
That did not deter Rath as he thrust again and again. “Fuck…oh.. fuck.. Zan,” He gulped as he braced his hands on Zan’s hips. “You are so fucking tight. Relax you are killing me.”
Zan only clamped up tighter as his balls filled, Rath felt the pressure increase on his cock as it swelled up trying to find space, forcing Zan’s tight muscles back. Removing one hand Rath grabbed Zan’s cock, pumping him, matching rhythm with his thrusting. Zan ‘s eyes rolled back as he exploded into Rath’s hand, at the same time Rath shot deep into his lover, when Zan’s muscles relaxed a little, Rath shoved himself in deeper and shot his sperm deep inside. Waiting a few seconds Rath did it again, Zan could feel all the love Rath had spill over the walls and descend onto him. They were both shaking as the ritual ended.
Rath’s hard cock remained in Zan as they lay on their sides, breathing heavily. Rath encircled Zan protectively, this was his lover, his bonded lover, his confident as he whispered just before they fell asleep. “I love you Zan. I always have and always will.”
“Max wake up you are snoring or something in your sleep.” Liz elbowed him again
“What?” Max opened his eyes, where was the garden where was Rath. He shook himself more awake, he was in the van. “Hey Isabel at the next gas station I take over for you.”
“Sure Max sounds good.” Isabel yelled back.
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Max glanced in the rear view mirror and checked the road as he glanced at the clock; it was 3:00 p.m. everyone was starved having missed breakfast and lunch.
“Hey, Max,” called a voice from the back of the van. “Can we please stop for some food soon?” Kyle’s stomach had reached its breaking point.
“Sure as soon as we find somewhere to stop,” Max called back.
“Are you all right? Max asked Liz who kept falling asleep, unable to carry on a conversation. “You look tired?”
“Yes, just tired” she answered him as she slipped back asleep.
Max’s mind was going a mile a minute. He was angry, worried, hurt, pissed, and even afraid at Michael and his disappearance act. The miles flew by, soon a sign for an Al’s truck stop appeared, just off the next exit. “Hey, if you want food here’s your chance.”
“Food!” Kyle cried out, “Glorious food, I thought I would die first!”
“Now you’re just exaggerating!” winked Maria.
“Get a grip Kyle,” Isabel yelled after Kyle as he jumped out of the van. “You act as though you haven’t seen food for days.
“It has been days can’t you hear my stomach.”
“Hey, Isabel, get us something will you?” Max asked Isabel as she left to join the others.
“Get your own food Max.” Isabel snapped back “It is because of you that Michael left.”
“Hey do not go blaming me.” Max snapped back. “Maybe you and lover boy should have cooled it and things would not have happened.
“What does that mean Max?”
“Nothing only if you two hadn’t been playing in bed, Maria would not had found out and Michael would still be here.”
“Max, where did you come up with that idea? He did not leave because of Maria and me. He left after you talked to him.” Isabel stressed that point before she left.
“Max are you coming,” Liz hopped out of the van.
“No I want to sit here for a while. Go on without me.”
Liz started to the diner and then turned around, “Are you feeling okay?”
“Sure,” answered Max, but Max was not feeling okay that dream left feelings of love, lust and desire for Rath, no for Michael. Max swallowed, his mind was starting to play guilt trips on him. “But I did not rape him,” Max shook his head no, as if he was answering himself. “Did I?”
Book 1: Section 6: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 2
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 6: Roswell or Bust
Chapter 1: Van Sweet Van
~ I Love You, I Always Will ~
Timeline: Monday
“You can dream about it every now and then. But you can't go home again.” "Flies On The Butter (You Can't Go Home Again)" by Wynonna Judd
“Here is the last bag,” announced Kyle as he threw Michael’s duffle bag onto of the pile in the back.
“Are we ready then?” Isabel was up front already starting the engine. “Since I am wide awake I will take first shift. You guys go ahead and sleep some more.”
“How is anyone suppose to sleep after being wakened at 3am,” yawned Kyle looking at his watch, it was almost 4:30. “I guess I take the back seat with all the bags.” He rearranged them into a comfortable sleeping spot.
“I will keep Isabel company. I am also wide awake,” said Maria as she hopped in the front seat.
Max and Liz ended up with the middle as they settle back down in each other’s arms to sleep. Max was soon drifting off, as he could smell the flowers in the garden. The birds overhead were singing, the day was bright, as the young King made his way through the gardens. He continued into the inner most sanctums, lost forgotten areas of the Palace’s famous gardens. Opening the secret door, he entered the private garden and began his search.
“Rath there you are,” Zan ducked his head though the low overhanging. “You always like this part of the gardens.”
“No one ever comes here anymore I think it is forgotten,” Rath said as he looked around at the overgrown hedges, bright new flowers struggling to show their heads among the head ones, the stone paths cracked with moss growing on the edges, and the small stream tat once ran through was no more than a murky line.
“Why don’t you clean it up,” suggested Zan as he began to wave his hand.
“No leave it. It is chaotic, free. Let it live or die as the case may be.”
Zan stood back and looked at Rath sprawled out on the ground with a book in come hand, his back against a tree that looked more dead than alive. Zan kneeled down beside side him and looked at Rath in the eyes, “You are a romantic at heart aren’t you,” as he kissed him. Backing away Zan saw Rath smiled slightly, so Zan shifted his position and sat down in his lap.
He circled his neck playing with his neck and hair, “No one comes here anymore huh?” said Zan as his hands sensually played with his body as they made they way down where he began to remove Rath’s shirt.
“No, no one comes here,” said Rath in between stolen kisses enjoying Zan’s hands on him. “We cannot be seen even from the rooms above in the Palace,” Rath pointed upward, “see all the overhang flowers and vegetation.” Rath shuddered as Zan slid his shirt down exposing his chest as his hands found the sensitive nipples.
“Yes I see,” said Zan as he continued to kiss and suck on Rath’s nipples. “Good then we won’t be disturbed,” as he leaned in for another kiss this one was fierce in its demand as Rath growled under Zan’s continual manipulation of Rath’s nipples.
“You like?” Zan whispered as he gently chewed and nipped on Rath’s ear as he pinched the nipples lightly as Rath cried out. Zan then shifted again as he ground his ass onto Rath’s lap. Rath growled out again as he grabbed Zan and kissed him hard. Rath then proceeded to disrobe Zan, as his shirt fell away. Rath broke the kiss and trailed his hands up Zan’s chest feeling his nipples harden under his fingertips as Zan opened in mouth panting hard.
“Do you have to be anyplace in the next three hours?” whispered Rath as he took Zan in another kiss.
“No why?” Zan asked breaking away as he wrapped his body closer to Rath.
“Because I am going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop. I am going to make you cum once, twice, three times until there is nothing left to expel from your body.” Rath looked directly in Zan’s coal black eyes as golden sparks began to appear in the iris. “And them I am going to fuck you again.” He took Zan’s hand and pushed it against his hard firm penis that was being strangled in his pants. “Do you like my cock hard, it is hard for you, it wants you, I want you.”
Zan began to shiver at Rath’s words, his own cock swelled at the thought that Rath wanted him, he was desirous of him, needing him for fulfillment, for love.
Zan pressed hard against the bulge elating a soft gasps and moan from Rath as his eyes rolled back. He was definitely in the mood. Zan got up and with a wave over a stone bench, it transformed into a feather-filled mattress, topped in rich black silk sheets. Rath looked over and smiled, it was going to be a fun afternoon.
Zan held out his hands as he keeled on the mattress. Rath got up, came over, and kneeled down in front of him as the two began to kiss and explore each other with their tongues. Zan had intended to make a long slow production of it but as soon as they got started kissing, all thought went out the window as they ripped each other's clothes off and fell over onto the mattress.
They were all over each other, kissing, licking and sucking on various body parts. Zan worked down until he was between Rath legs and started sucking on Rath’s long hard thick cock. Zan ran his tongue down long the underside as he come up the back and then lightly flicked the tip with his tongue. Rath jumped involuntarily and his cock into Zan’s mouth, who grabbed it willingly sucking hard as Rath arched his back in apparent pleasure.
“Shit Zan that feels so...oh ,,,, fucking god.. oh ..” Rath was in pure bliss.
Zan ran his hands over his thighs and legs, rounding his body to the back where he slid up and down Rath’s crack. His finger entered Rath’s ass massaging the gland just inside. Rath moaned loudly as Zan enjoyed the finger fucking he was giving Rath. He slide another finger in traveling up the canal, hitting other sensitive spots along the way. Rath screamed for more panting as the pressure built it. Rath was slick inside and Zan added a third finger. He had Rath coming off the mattress especially when Zan began to stoke his cock. Rath growled as he balled up the fabric under his hands.
“Oh Fuck!” Rath screamed out as he sat up, grabbed Zan by the waist, and twisted his body so he was now in-between Zan’s legs. Rath lifted Zan’s ass in the air as he pushed his hard wet cock into Zan. Zan was excited and the passage was moist as Rath began to slowly fuck Zan, coming all the way out and then inch by inch slowly go in.
The feeling was ecstasy, Zan relished in the sensation. After a time of being consumed by this slow fuck, Zan wanted more, deeper, faster, harder. Zan started pushing back faster, trying to speed things up but each time Rath slowed him down.
As they got nearer to a climax Rath would pulled out "Let's make this last." his rasped into Zan’s ear as he kissed him deep. “I want to stay like this forever fucking you,”
Placing his legs on his shoulder Rath again penetrated Zan keeping up a slow tortuous pace as Zan felt his body melt, he was like liquid surrounding Rath’s cock. Again, Rath pulled out denying Zan the release he body was aching for.
This time as the pressure built up Zan surprised Rath and buck back hard impaling Rath, withdrawing slightly and then again hard. Rath knew Zan wanted completion; he was hard and needed to come. Rath started slamming into Zan as Zan lowered his legs and circled them about Rath crushing him in their grip.
That did not deter Rath as he thrust again and again. “Fuck…oh.. fuck.. Zan,” He gulped as he braced his hands on Zan’s hips. “You are so fucking tight. Relax you are killing me.”
Zan only clamped up tighter as his balls filled, Rath felt the pressure increase on his cock as it swelled up trying to find space, forcing Zan’s tight muscles back. Removing one hand Rath grabbed Zan’s cock, pumping him, matching rhythm with his thrusting. Zan ‘s eyes rolled back as he exploded into Rath’s hand, at the same time Rath shot deep into his lover, when Zan’s muscles relaxed a little, Rath shoved himself in deeper and shot his sperm deep inside. Waiting a few seconds Rath did it again, Zan could feel all the love Rath had spill over the walls and descend onto him. They were both shaking as the ritual ended.
Rath’s hard cock remained in Zan as they lay on their sides, breathing heavily. Rath encircled Zan protectively, this was his lover, his bonded lover, his confident as he whispered just before they fell asleep. “I love you Zan. I always have and always will.”
“Max wake up you are snoring or something in your sleep.” Liz elbowed him again
“What?” Max opened his eyes, where was the garden where was Rath. He shook himself more awake, he was in the van. “Hey Isabel at the next gas station I take over for you.”
“Sure Max sounds good.” Isabel yelled back.
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Max glanced in the rear view mirror and checked the road as he glanced at the clock; it was 3:00 p.m. everyone was starved having missed breakfast and lunch.
“Hey, Max,” called a voice from the back of the van. “Can we please stop for some food soon?” Kyle’s stomach had reached its breaking point.
“Sure as soon as we find somewhere to stop,” Max called back.
“Are you all right? Max asked Liz who kept falling asleep, unable to carry on a conversation. “You look tired?”
“Yes, just tired” she answered him as she slipped back asleep.
Max’s mind was going a mile a minute. He was angry, worried, hurt, pissed, and even afraid at Michael and his disappearance act. The miles flew by, soon a sign for an Al’s truck stop appeared, just off the next exit. “Hey, if you want food here’s your chance.”
“Food!” Kyle cried out, “Glorious food, I thought I would die first!”
“Now you’re just exaggerating!” winked Maria.
“Get a grip Kyle,” Isabel yelled after Kyle as he jumped out of the van. “You act as though you haven’t seen food for days.
“It has been days can’t you hear my stomach.”
“Hey, Isabel, get us something will you?” Max asked Isabel as she left to join the others.
“Get your own food Max.” Isabel snapped back “It is because of you that Michael left.”
“Hey do not go blaming me.” Max snapped back. “Maybe you and lover boy should have cooled it and things would not have happened.
“What does that mean Max?”
“Nothing only if you two hadn’t been playing in bed, Maria would not had found out and Michael would still be here.”
“Max, where did you come up with that idea? He did not leave because of Maria and me. He left after you talked to him.” Isabel stressed that point before she left.
“Max are you coming,” Liz hopped out of the van.
“No I want to sit here for a while. Go on without me.”
Liz started to the diner and then turned around, “Are you feeling okay?”
“Sure,” answered Max, but Max was not feeling okay that dream left feelings of love, lust and desire for Rath, no for Michael. Max swallowed, his mind was starting to play guilt trips on him. “But I did not rape him,” Max shook his head no, as if he was answering himself. “Did I?”