The Martyr of Antar-COMPLETED

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Chapter 243


When they arrived, they found Kyle wide awake under Michael, both hands caressing the sleeping boy’s back in a gentle massage.

- Hi! Everything ok? Max burnt down the kitchen or the whole place? - He asked with a big satisfied smile, watching Max flinch and frown. - Down, Max, I’m just teasing, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to piss you off. -

Max ignored him and went to sit behind Michael rolling him on his side.

- You can get up now! - He ordered Kyle.

Kyle scoffed and obeyed. He knew they were all stressed about Isabel and of course, Max was her brother, and he had just fucked his lover, so even if he had allowed it, Kyle understood his foul mood.

He went to the bathroom for a much needed pee and splashed some cold water over his face. When he returned, Kyle saw Michael had rolled back down on the bed and it was Max whose hands were now massaging him as he had been doing when they arrived.

Kyle gave Michael a wistful look, and Liz knew exactly what he was feeling, very much what she felt when she looked at him too. At least Kyle was able to be with him, while she would have to wait until Maria felt like one of her crazy threesomes again, and ask her to wear the toy and wait for her turn. Yeah, that had been cool; they had had Michael going out of his mind without Maria getting jealous of male intervention.

- You ok? - Maria asked Liz, taking her hand in hers.

- Yeah, just kind of worried about Max not taking Kyle’s stunt tonight very well. I know he’s stressed about Isabel, as we all are, but still…- Liz sighed.

- Michael is ok? Right? - Maria was getting worried.

- Oh, he’s fine. You know him…- Liz smiled without much enthusiasm.

- I think we need some girl time together…- Maria squeezed Liz’s hand.

- We definitely do. - Liz agreed. “Throw Michael in and it will be perfect.” She thought.

Liz was surprised to feel what she could only identify as Maria’s thoughts with amazing clarity in her mind:

“Dammit, if Kyle hadn’t left Michael sore with his ‘Godzilla’ cock, maybe I could have convinced Liz to ditch Max tonight and have a go with my toy! It’s been a little too long since that time. It’s great with Liz, cause I don’t have to feel bad about not having the real thing! I think it was the same for her too…Shit!”

“Yeah, shit, double and triple shit! Dammit, Kyle!” And she saw herself and Maria eating ice cream and having that girl talk with some Michael action, minus the toy, because of his sore condition.

Liz was so lost in her thoughts that she was shocked to see Kyle staring at her in a funny way, as if she had spoken aloud. She was trying to find something reasonable to say to him when he beat her to it.

- You mad at me too, Liz? You’re looking at me as if you also wanted to rip my head off. I swear I’m not into the hurting thing…I’m not a sadist. I keep telling Michael it’s not my thing, but he…- Kyle was forced to stop when Liz interrupted him, placing her hand on his arm.

- I’m sorry Kyle, it wasn’t directed at you. I was just worrying about Isabel as I think we all are. I wasn’t really looking at you. - She knew she was faking the smile, but she also knew he wouldn’t know. She saw Kyle riding with Max to be dropped home, where Jim came out to the door when he heard the car and waved at Max.

Kyle smiled back and nodded and Liz knew for sure he had totally bought it. Her empathy was really progressing. She had only needed to touch Maria and Kyle to hear their thoughts. Michael was different, she didn’t need to touch him, she was completely in sync with his Royal Blood, and that was the best that could have happened to her, to have been given those powers! That had everyone jealous of her and she sure enjoyed it! Maria was beckoning to her and she followed her to the kitchen, already knowing what she wanted.

- I’ll call mom and tell her I’m staying with you, and you do the same so we can stay with Michael overnight, ok? - She arched her eyebrows, hoping she could convince her.

- Sure, Maria, great idea! Now we have to get rid of Max and Kyle. - She imitated her eyebrows, making Maria giggle.

- Kyle will be no problem, he’s already burnt himself out with Michael, but Max is in your hands. - She said, shaking her head, hopeless.

- Don’t worry, I’ll handle him. - Liz went to Max and took his hand in hers. She saw him sitting in the Evans’ living room having a family chat with his parents about Isabel’s marital issues.

- Max, maybe you…- She was cut short by Max’s cell phone ringing.

She already knew who it was and what it was about, so when Max turned to her with an apologetic look, she was ready for him.

- I must go home tonight, you see, mom and dad are worried sick about Isabel and they want to talk with me…I’ll give you a ride home. - He said.

- No, it’s ok, I’m staying here with Maria, you better give Kyle a ride home. - Liz gestured with her head to where Kyle was standing against the wall, his eyes closed and his head nodding, wiped out by Michael’s energy.

Max sighed and went to shake Kyle’s eyes open and told him he was taking him home. Kyle went to the bed and bent to kiss Michael’s cheek, getting a soft moan from him and a smirk. Kyle smiled and waved at the girls turning for the door.

- So Michael gets a kiss and us girls not even a little peck? He’s totally into boys now! - Maria gave a mock whine.

- So not true! It’s just Michael! - Kyle shouted from somewhere outside.

- Go on Max, before the neighbours start complaining, you know Mrs. Curry. - Maria told him.

Max nodded and after saying goodbye and giving all of them a peck on the cheek, even Michael, he left. They waited until they heard Max turning on the engine and moving away. They made their calls home and had no trouble getting their way.

- C’mon! - Maria pulled Liz’s hand and dragged her to the kitchen.

She had noticed Liz’s unwillingness to leave Michael, but ignored it knowing they would be right back. She took the ice cream and two spoons and raced back to the bedroom with Liz in tow. They sat beside the bed on the floor, cross legged, facing each other. Maria sat towards the head of the bed with Liz opposite her.

- Michael will kill us cause this is his favourite but we’ll get him more tomorrow. - Maria observed as she took a spoonful.

- Mmm…Rocky Road! I love it too! - Liz was licking her lips.

- Michael turns it into hot chocolate with Marshmallows or eats it just like this. Great, huh? - Maria watched Liz put some in her mouth and close her eyes in delight.

- Michael, honey, you want some? - Maria asked and placed the spoon full of ice cream against his lips.

He opened his mouth and Maria fed him and watched him smile.

- He won’t choke? He’s asleep, isn’t he? - Liz wondered.

Maria scoffed and shook her head for all answer, making Liz giggle. Yes, it was Michael, so it was quite possible to sleep and have ice cream at the same time. After a few silent mouthfuls, Maria let go of her spoon and locked her eyes with Liz’s.

- Ok, best friend, I want to see how it was with Kyle. He’s in no condition to give it to me, so you can get it through your empathy with him, ok? Do it! - Maria was adamant and Liz was all for it too.

- Ok. - She said and went for it.

She climbed on the bed and straddled Michael’s right thigh. She placed her left hand on the inside, sliding up the silky skin, and slid the edge of her right hand into the warmth between his buttocks. Michael purred and writhed, recognizing Liz from the first touch and hoping for some girl fun too, tonight. He guessed what they were about to do and their kind of pain he could deal with unless… they decided to use Maria’s toy, but he didn’t think they would, because Maria would know how sore Kyle had left him and would spare him from it. Maria now straddled his other thigh and did what Liz was doing, using her right hand on his left thigh, and her left hand palm to palm with Liz’s right one. When the whole Kyle thing was witnessed by both girls and relived by Michael, Liz and Maria spooned into his sides and rubbed his back.

- You poor kid! Are you sure you enjoy it when Kyle shoves that…chunk of meat into you? - Maria asked, making a face of disgust.

- God, Maria! What a way of putting it! - Liz said all grossed out.

- So what else would you call it? A “Godzilla” cock? Cause that’s the other one I have for it…- Maria watched Liz break into laughter and she couldn’t help it either.

- “Godzilla” cock! Jeez, Maria! Why not “King Kong’s” - Liz laughed.

- Well, Kyle isn’t that hairy! - Maria had them laughing even harder.

- And as far as I know, he’s not scaly either! - Liz wiped the tears from her eyes, she had laughed so hard!

They noticed the bed was shaking and their eyes doubled their size before they realized they didn’t have earthquakes in Roswell.

- What the hell…- Maria said as they identified the epicenter as Michael’s muffled chuckles against the pillow.

- Michael! You scared the hell out of us! - Liz protested as Maria was about to spank him a good one but stopped just in time remembering the brands.

- C’mon Maria, spank me, I deserve it! You too, Liz! - Michael moaned.

Maria grabbed Liz’s hand as she was about to comply, not understanding why Maria had stalled. Maria shook her head and signaled to wait with her other hand.

- Michael, can you block off Max and Isabel from your brands? I don’t want them along for the ride. - She asked him.

- Oh shit! You’re right! One thing is telling them later and another one is dragging them along just like that! -

- Yeah, well, I don’t think Jesse or the Evans’ would appreciate it! - Liz said.

- Fuck Jesse! But what about the Evans’? - Michael asked.

- Max went home to have a chat with them about Isabel, and she must be with Jesse right now. - Liz informed him.

- Well, can you block them out? - Maria insisted.

- I should, let me try. Hang on. - Michael closed his eyes and concentrated. When he started moaning, Liz and Maria’s eyes were drawn to the brands, and the strange way they were glowing. And then, just like that, they were gone! Maria’s brands were still there but Max and Isabel’s had vanished.
Liz and Maria exchanged surprised looks and placed their hands where they had been just seconds before, and Michael jerked from the sensitivity they had left behind. They pulled their hands away, not sure of what was going on.

- Michael? What’s wrong? - Maria asked in a shaky voice.

- It’s kind of like…feels funny when you touch it…- He whispered.

Liz leant into him and used the tip of her tongue to explore the area that had been under her hand as Michael squirmed and gasped.

- Does it hurt? - Maria insisted watching amused, as her best friend licked her boyfriend’s ass.

- Yeah, but…in a nice way…it kind of…tickles too…- Michael stuttered, biting his lip.

Maria placed the fingertips of one hand on the other side just skimming over it and Michael growled and slithered.

- Wait…no…no! STOP! - Michael cried out and shuddered as they pulled away from him again.

- What? What’s wrong? Michael? - Maria almost screamed, looking worriedly at Liz, as Michael lay wincing and taking his time to answer.

- You almost made me come…- He whispered.

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Chapter 244


- Why didn’t you? - Maria asked him.

- I’d rather do it inside you. - He made his answer sound so obvious.

- Can you handle some foreplay, Spaceboy? - She teased.

- You’ll need Max if you use your toy tonight…- He winced.

- We won’t…oh, by the way, Liz is here with me. - She smiled at her friend.

- I know…- He smirked.

- Of course you do…ready for us? - Maria leant over and kissed his thigh.
- Mmm…always…- He moaned.

It took all his alien powers to hang on and let them play with him. It was mostly mouth and hand, and they found out that if they placed their hands squarely over the now brandless areas, it tickled nicely but he could take it. The licking and skimming there was too much. They did a guessing game, whose tongue was sliding into him, whose mouth was eating him out, whose finger was fucking him, and he always guessed, no sweat there. Then two fingers went in together, one of each girl.

- That’s cheating…- He chuckled, sending the vibrations straight up to their brains.

- That’s cheating too! - They protested in sync.

- I need to do it, please, it’s beginning to hurt…- He begged them.

- You want to go first? I still want his ass…- Maria grinned wickedly and showed Liz a string of multi coloured beads she pulled from under the mattress.

Liz’s eyes and mouth opened wide as Maria placed a finger on her li to warn her. Liz nodded, a silent question on her face.

- Just a sec, Spaceboy. - Maria squeezed his thigh and dragged Liz to the kitchen area, as far as possible from the bedroom.

- What is that? - Liz asked, still wide eyed.

- It says here…- Maria unfolded a piece of paper with black print.

- It has instructions? - Liz giggled as Maria made a face.

- “You push in one by one, slowly, and when orgasms hits, you yank them out steadily, graduating the length of the orgasm.” - Maria nodded smugly.

- You’re kidding me! Let me see…- Liz snatched the paper from Maria and read it herself. - They come in …sizes?-

- The beads, yes, these are biggest ones, one inch around. - She grinned.

- You’re nuts! - Liz grinned back.

- I know…it’s his fault, so he has to pay! Right? - She did her eyebrow thing and Liz couldn’t help giggling.

- Right! Let’s go…I get to do it too, huh? - Liz asked.

- What do you think? I always share my toys with you, don’t I? - She meant Michael was included. - C’mon! -

Maria poured some baby oil into a plastic glass and squeezed some drops from a small bottle. Liz narrowed her eyes at her and Maria showed her the label. “Menthol”. So it would be the same as in the jar, but in liquid form. She dropped the beads into it, coiling it like a snake. When they arrived at the bedroom, Michael seemed to be sleeping. Maria knelt between his thighs and pushed her hands under his hips, straining to pull them off the bed.

- C’mon, Spaceboy! Wake up! - She bent her head down and slid her tongue along the ticklish dip of his spine, as low down as she could reach.

Michael gasped and bucked, and she had to hang onto him not to fall off. Liz stood by the bed, holding the glass with the beads in her hand.

- Maria…- She loved his husky sleepy and lusty voice.

- That’s it…ass in the air for me. - She heard him chuckle as she spanked him and knew he was ready to play any game they chose.

- Alright Liz, under him…- Maria ordered.

- I want to see…- Liz whined.

- What are you going to do to me? - Michael asked in his raspy voice.

- You’ll love it, trust me. - Maria assured him.

- Will it hurt? - He insisted.

- I don’t think so. - She told him.

- Shit! - Quite disappointed.

- Perhaps a little…- She encouraged.

- Cool! - He sighed.

- Ok, just one Liz, the rest will look the same. -

She took the thick fishing line holding the beads together, and pulled it up, letting the excess oil drip back into the glass. The first bead was attached to the next one at the bottom, not through like the rest and smooth at the top. Maria struggled to get it against Michael because they were so slippery. She finally managed to press it against him with both her thumbs and pushed it in. Michael purred and squirmed, his breath immediately quickened.

- Got it? - Maria asked Liz.

- Piece of cake! - Liz smiled looking forward to doing it herself.

She slid under him and maneuvered Michael’s cock to her already dripping core. His pre cum mixed with her slick juices and the head went in smoothly as Maria pushed the next bead in. Liz’s hands went straight to his ass and held him hard, digging her nails in, not to break the skin, but to get him where and how she wanted him. She pulled him into her until he was all the way in, the tingling her palms were causing also registered in her brain. Two more beads went in, in the process, and Liz could feel Michael’s pleasure through their empathy. Liz enjoyed fully the difference. Michael’s went in smoothly, fitting perfectly, stretching her just enough for the friction to give her amazing pleasure with no discomfort. He was big and thick, but reasonable. Max had to go slowly, and wait for her to adjust. How could Michael take him and Kyle was beyond her. She was glad she broke up with Kyle, at least Max had powers to help her cope. Still, Michael was waiting for her to get him going. She opened her eyes and saw him wincing slightly, his eyes closed and his lips parted. She lifted her head off the bed and kissed him. He responded immediately kissing her back, gently and sweet, the tips of their tongues caressing each other before she broke it when her neck protested from lack of support. Michael’s hands were cupping her breasts.
Maria was about to inquire what was going on, when Michael pushed back sliding out of Liz before filling her again. Maria pushed a bead in. Michael squeezed and Liz felt it in his cock, knowing why he had done it. They started moving evenly, as Maria pushed another bead in, each time he backed out of Liz. When she ran out of beads, she pulled the last one out when he went in, and pushed it back in when he backed up…then two, then three. That’s when Michael contracted on the last one and the spasms told Maria he was coming. He pushed all the way into Liz, and shuddered as Liz screamed his name, coming with him. Maria started pulling the beads out, one after the other, as Michael writhed and twisted, now whimpering, then growling, and when the last one came out, he sobbed and dropped on Liz, whose heels were holding his thighs apart for Maria.
He lay there shivering and breathing hard, swaying with the force of the aftermath. Maria returned the greasy beads back to the oil in the glass and went to lie spooned to their sides.
Liz was smaller than her, and she wondered how she was handling his weight. She was about to ask her, but the blissful expression on Liz’s face told her she was doing alright. She was surprised to find a space of about two inches between the bed and Liz’s body, as Michael held her close to him. No wonder she wasn’t complaining, she was floating above the mattress! So that’s what happened during the aftermath! No wonder she didn’t feel his weight either when she was where Liz was! Awesome! She clung to them and basked in what little she could get from their nearness, until she felt Liz pressing down back on the bed and Michael sliding half off her, opposite Maria. Liz began to open her eyes and met Maria’s, sharing a smile, as the blonde reached over the brunette and kissed her boyfriend’s lips. His eyes opened slowly and his hand reached out for her, digging his fingers in her hair and pulling her into a searing kiss.

- Maria?...I want that again! - He demanded, his breath beginning to stabilize.

- You heard him Liz, your turn, when you’re ready for it. - Maria grinned.

Liz was still trapped under most of Michael’s relaxed body and she started struggling to get out.

- Let her up, Spaceboy, and you can have your fun. - Maria coaxed.

Michael rolled over a little, and flopped back down as soon as Liz got up.
Maria winked at Liz in a conspiratory way and Liz winked back.

- I think he’s too tired, and he needs to sleep. Sorry Liz, you’ll have to wait for the next time, whenever that may be…. -

- No! I’m ready! - Michael pushed his hips up off the bed and spread his legs.

- Well, that was a fast recovery! - Teased Liz.

Maria slid under Michael and his hands went immediately to her breasts as his lips sought hers. Maria’s hands went to his ass and her longer legs wrapped around his thighs to help Liz as she had. With Maria spreading him, Liz went nuts with the top bead, fighting to hold it still enough to aim it and shove it in. Her wiggling fingers were driving Michael wild and making it more difficult for her.

- Keep still, Michael! - Liz spanked him hard and he froze.

Liz pushed her forefinger deep into him to prepare him and shoved the tricky bead in with both thumbs as Maria had done, as soon as she was out. Michael’s breath was hissing through his teeth and he was struggling not to move. When he felt the bead slipping into him, he sighed and sheathed himself into Maria, squeezing to make Liz force the next beads into him. Liz stuck in three beads, one after the other, as Michael buried his cock in Maria. She also sighed with the familiar pleasure of receiving him inside her. It always felt so good, from the very first time. To him, it had been like coming home, and he had been hooked. He backed to feel Liz shove another bead into him and leave her fingertip pressed against him. He bucked on purpose and heard her yelp in surprise as it went into him.

- Hey! - She pulled her finger out and pinched his butt hard, right where it met his thigh.

Michael clenched on reflex and felt each of the five beads he had inside.

- Owww! - Went Michael, exaggerating.

- Whoa, what’s going on back there? - Maria laughed.

- She pinched my ass! - Whined Michael, like a little boy.

- Why? - Maria wanted to know.

- He bucked and got my finger into him! - Liz accused.

- Pinch him again for me! - Maria ordered and giggled when Michael tensed and went “Owww!” again.

- You behave now, and let Liz do her thing! - Maria demanded, mockingly.

- Yes ma’am. - Michael accepted and gasped when Liz pulled out two beads and shoved them back in right away unexpectedly.

- What now? - Maria was curious.

Michael whispered in her ear what Liz had done to him.

- Wow girl, you’re really catching on! I need more practice! - She giggled.

Soon after, it was Liz who whined:

- They’re all in now, what do I do? -

- Keep up your little stunt, that’s what I did when I ran out of them. - Maria whispered, almost there.

Michael was going faster, so Liz just held on, and at least three beads slid out of him when he pushed into Maria, and slid back in, plus Liz’s finger, when he backed out. After three strokes, Liz thrust both her index and middle finger into him and he was bucking hard to get them all in. Liz could feel the beads inside him with her fingertips, pushing them deep in, each time. Michael was fighting to hold back, to get Maria there with him.

- MICHAEL! - She screamed as she came.

Michael let himself go and felt Liz’s fingers sliding out, followed by the beads, feeling each one individually, as they came out of him. It was just amazing how much pleasure it gave him! He shuddered and moaned until the last one was out, and slumped on Maria. Liz watched Maria’s nails leaving red welts in their wake all the way up his back. Liz joined in their aftermath easily with her empathy, crouching between Michael’s thighs and laying her cheek where Max’s brand had been.
Liz came out of it when she felt Maria’s legs straightening up as she expertly disentangled herself from under Michael. She heard Maria whisper to Michael he should go to sleep now, and not to forget to unblock Max and Isabel before he did. He nodded with a moan as she kissed his lips while she cupped his chin. Liz sat up and shared a secret smile with Maria just as they had shared the boy sprawled on the bed. Liz couldn’t help thinking that the best thing that could have happened to her, apart from Max saving her life, and having Michael on her first time, was having Maria find out the way she did and being able to be like this, with Michael between them.

- Liz?...LIZ! - She turned startled to where Maria’s eyes were focused and saw Michael writhing and sobbing in obvious pain as the brands returned blood red and burning as when he had got them the first time.

- Michael? Oh my god! Michael, baby, does it hurt? - Maria’s hand hovered over Isabel’s brand, and she could feel the heat on her palm.

Liz tried to cover Max’s with hers but the heat was scorching.

- Maria, we must get them here! They should know what to do! - Liz cried, dialing Max’s number on her cell phone.

Maria did the same with Isabel’s and they had to run in opposite directions to be able to make sense with the one on the other side.

Max said he would be right over, but Isabel kept screaming: “What? What?” as Jesse’s voice went on at the same time as hers, in an angry tone. Liz had run back to Maria to tell her about Max and heard the interaction going on in Maria’s phone. Then they heard Isabel’s angrier voice.

- Will you please shut up, Jesse? It’s Maria, something’s wrong with Michael! -

- Not another rod up his ass, cause if it isn’t, I’ll gladly shove one into him myself this time! Isabel! Where the hell do you think you’re going? - And the line went dead.

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Chapter 245


Liz and Maria rushed back to Michael to find him tossing and muttering incoherently into the pillow. His back was beaded with sweat and he was definitely in a high fever.

- Get ice, get ice! -yelled Liz as she took off for the bathroom to get towels.

Maria skidded into the room with a bowl full of ice and they packed it into the thinnest towels and put them over the brands. Michael hissed and the ice melted in seconds. The second helping lasted a little longer and the third finally held. Max and Isabel burst into the apartment and raced to Michael’s side.

- What happened? - Asked Max and Isabel and Maria.

- The brands disappeared and came back like this! - Liz went straight to the point, explanations would come later.

- What do you mean, Maria? - Max was intrigued by Maria asking their question too.

- What happened with Jesse, Isabel? - Maria clarified.

- Oh that! Forget it, it’s too long. Not now, ok? - Isabel shook her head clearly annoyed and turned to Michael and Max. - What can I do? -

- Place your hand over your brand like I’m doing over mine. - Max said.

- They’re burning! - Isabel complained.

- They’re burning him but not us, remember? - Max reminded her.

Isabel nodded, getting it all back, and did what Max told her. She felt the heat generating from the brand, but it didn’t burn her hand. Gradually, the heat started passing and Michael began to relax and breathe easier. When they raised their hands, the brands were already turning pink, but were still sensitive to the touch. Michael couldn’t even bear the sheet on them. Isabel sat on the floor by the bed and kissed Michael’s cheek. He smiled and whispered her name.

- Go to sleep Michael, it’s ok, Max and I are here with you too. - She could tell her voice was soothing him and she took his hand in hers.

- Maria? - He whispered her name too.

- I’m here Spaceboy, and Liz is here too. - Maria took his other hand and Liz placed her hand on the small of his back to relax him.

Max was rubbing his back and soon he was sleeping peacefully.

- Alright, what happened? - Isabel demanded.

Liz and Maria exchanged guilty looks and flushed red.

- We decided to ummm…kind of like, play, you know?...And Michael said it was alright…but we didn’t want to ummm…bother you because you were with your folks, and you were with Jesse, so we…thought it would be better to ummm…- Maria went beating around the bush.

- Maria you’re not making any sense! - Isabel was getting pissed.

- We went for some sex games with Michael so we asked him to block you guys out cause you were busy and it wasn’t a good time for you to sense it through the brands which we wouldn’t be able to help touching. I don’t know what went wrong, but the brands disappeared when Michael blocked you out. When it was over, Maria reminded him to unblock you before he went to sleep and they came back like this. - Liz explained.

- I don’t understand…- Max said.

- We don’t either, do you Isabel? - Liz asked.

- No clue! - Isabel answered automatically, but as she was playing with Michael’s hair, it was clear her mind was miles away.

- Izzy, tell us about Jesse. - Max wanted to know.

Isabel sighed and shook her head, staring at her hand in Michael’s hair.

- Jesse says the Boston gig is just waiting for him to make up his mind. It’s my fault, I pushed him into it the night Max and Michael had that fight in our place. How could I have known all that would happen in this couple of months? If I had, I never would have married! - Isabel covered her face with her hands and cried.

- No one knew, Isabel. - Maria hugged her, trying to make her feel better.
-Why was he angry? -

- He’s jealous of Michael, he says he told him he had been with me first and we were destined to be together again. He’ll believe anything about us
right now. I wish I could get them to talk it out, but that’s impossible. Jesse would probably attack Michael first, trying to gain some advantage, just because he’s scared of him and thinks that’s what Michael means to do, and if he does, Michael will rip his head off. -

- Do you think it would do any good to get them to talk? - Maria wondered.

- I think Michael could convince him how much he loves you and that our love is different here. That is if they do manage to talk, and not jump at each other. - Isabel sniffed.

- There might be a way…- Liz observed. - How much does Jesse know about the alien stuff? -

- Everything. He had me going on and on after he found out about us. I thought it was better he knew everything we did so he wouldn’t jump into conclusions and get it all wrong. He still doesn’t know about our last findings at Laurie’s or about Serena. If he knew the kind of warrior Michael is he would be scared shitless! - Isabel didn’t mean to, but got them all laughing.

- Ok, so he knows about your dream walking, right? - Liz saw Isabel nod.
- Dream walk them together and have them talk. Just remind Jesse that it’s a dream, and fighting will not solve anything, but talking will. -

- Hey! That’s a great idea! I think I might do that, but I have to make sure Michael is ok with it and Jesse has the whole idea of what it’s about, to make it work. -Isabel finally smiled.

- Maybe you should be getting back home, and have a word with Jesse. No need to get him any more pissed than he already is. - Liz suggested.

- What will I tell him? About my coming here, you know? - Isabel frowned.

- Tell him a half truth, you know that always works. Tell him Michael was running a very high temperature and Maria got scared and called you cause she couldn’t reach Max. Then she did, and when you arrived, Max did too and healed him. You waited to make sure he was alright, and left. - Liz gave her a smug smile.

- You’re good, you know? I’ll do just that! Max, drive me home! - Isabel felt much better.

- No, tell Jesse I stayed here as the excuse for driving back in my car. Just pick us up tomorrow from here, ok? - Max tossed her the keys.

Isabel nodded. She kissed Michael’s cheek and headed for the door.

- Max, it’s ok, really, you can go home. We’ll be fine. - Maria started pushing him to the door.

- Maria, I’m staying, ok? I want to make sure he’s alright! I’ve slept on the couch for quite some time now so I’m practically home. - He was adamant as he broke away from her.

- Go to Michael Maria, I’ll stay here with Max. - Liz nodded and went to sit on the couch by Max.

They heard Isabel gun the engine and drive away. Maria could tell Liz wasn’t very happy about the outcome of things. They had planned to sleep spooned to Michael on either side of him and now she would end up with Max instead. Well, at least they had had their fun and Michael was fast asleep, apparently free of pain. Maria took Liz’s advice and went to lie by Michael who snuggled against her as soon as he felt her. She took him in her arms and fell asleep safe under his warmth.


Isabel arrived to find Jesse fuming on the couch, watching TV.

- Well, did he survive? - He snapped at her.

Isabel repeated word by word Liz’s excuse and Jesse bought it all.

- What caused the fever? - He caught her by surprise.

- I have no idea, I totally forgot to ask. - Isabel didn’t even hesitate and Jesse just nodded.

- We need to talk. - He gestured with his head beside him.

- Just let me get some tea, ok? I’m still rather shaken. - Isabel went to the kitchen.

She sat by Jesse with a steaming mug of chamomile tea, bracing herself for his next outburst.

- I’m sorry Isabel. I know Michael has been close to you all your life and I had no right to behave like I did. I know he was under the influence of that seal when he attacked me and he wasn’t himself, cause he was totally different from the kid I’d met before. All I know is he’s very protective of you and I should be thankful for that. I’m glad he’s alright. - He sounded quite sincere.

- I think you two need to talk, so the best way would be getting you together in a dream with my special powers, so if anything goes wrong it won’t be in real life, and no harm will be done. Is that alright with you? - She was hopeful he would agree.

- Ok, it makes sense. Does he want it too? - Jesse wanted to know.

- I haven’t been able to talk about it with him yet, but I’m sure he will. - Isabel felt relieved at Jesse’s surprisingly good approach to her proposal.

- Oh, one thing, just trying to figure it all out, not that it’s going to happen, but what if we get into a fight? How will I be next day, and him? - He asked.

- You’re not going to fight, Jesse. Michael knows how dream walking works, so he just will find it useless even if he wanted it, which I assure you he won’t. - Isabel smiled at his insecurity.

- Ok, but I just want to know what if? Can you tell me? - He smiled back.

- Well, dream walking is very realistic, if you get into a fight, next day your body will feel as if you had been in a fight, though there will be no visible evidence. - She knew he was about to ask her why, so she continued. - If you get a punch in the face in the dream, your face will feel as if you really got it, because your muscles will tense just like the real thing when they see it coming, and will react as if it had really happened so they will be just as sore next day, though there is no reason for it. Got it? So it’s stupid to do it and feel bad over an illusion, right? - She asked.

- Yeah, right, just wanted to know. Can we choose where the dream will take place, like say, here at home, or at a park, or in a bar? - He ended answering her with a question too.

- Sure, you guys just make up your mind and think of the place when you go to sleep and that will be the scenario. That’s all you need. - Isabel said.

- Fine then, I better turn in because I have one of those days tomorrow. Just let Michael know I’m ok with it, I hope he is too. -

They walked to the bedroom and fell asleep the second their heads touched the pillows. Isabel didn’t see Jesse’s grin and had no way of suspecting what he was planning.

Next morning, Jesse jumped out of bed and took a quick shower. He rushed to the door as Isabel handed him a mug of coffee which he downed in three gulps and some toast which he refused saying he would have a snack at the cafeteria downstairs from the office. He asked her about Max’s car so she explained why it was there.

- I’ll talk to Michael and let you know, ok? - She said as he gave her a quick peck on the lips. - Let me drive you over on the way there. -

- Isabel, I’m in a hurry and you’re in your robe and slippers…-

She stepped behind the door and came back out ready to go. Jesse scoffed and pretended to be alright with it, but Isabel knew he hated her powers. A little voice inside her head told her: “He’s as stupid as Samantha’s husband!” and she knew it meant the character from the TV show “Bewitched”, and yes, she agreed, he was a total idiot, but surely Jesse was not so bad! Or was he? She shook her head in denial and stepped on it. She dropped Jesse with another peck on the lips and headed for Michael’s. She found Max already showered and dressed, sipping coffee as he sat on the couch, watching the tube which was back in the living area. Maria and Liz were locked in the bathroom.

- Where’s Michael? - Isabel asked and got Max’s thumb pointing in the direction of the bedroom for all answer.

She found Michael sprawled on the bed, stark naked and fast asleep. Isabel shook her head. At least the brands were back to silver and didn’t burn when she touched them. Michael purred and bucked against her hand recognizing her immediately in his sleep.

- Michael, honey, you have to get up…- Isabel aimed for his cheek and ended kissing his lips as he turned his face to meet her.

She just let him get away with it, and then she caressed his hair and squeezed his shoulder, insisting on her request. She did Maria’s thing, chasing his spine all the way down, making him chuckle and writhe when she reached the lowest point. She was about to start travelling back upwards when his hand reached back and caught her wrist, holding her still as he ground against her.

- Michael! - Isabel protested with a giggle and heard Max scoff all the way over.

She placed her other hand on her brand and made him jerk and grunt.

- Izzy…hurts…- He protested, letting go of her.

- Wake up then. I need to talk to you. - Isabel gave him a nudge.

- Ungh! - Michael went and winced.

- Isabel! What the hell are you doing to him? - Max shouted.

- None of your business, Max, stick to the tube! - She yelled back and slammed the door shut.

Max rolled his eyes and shook his head, scoffing again. “Those two act like kids!” He thought, deciding to ignore them.

Michael opened his eyes and gave Isabel a hurt look.

- Sorry! - She reached over and tousled his hair as he buried his face in the pillow to get away. - Ok then, you need another one. -

- NO! - Michael protested and got a spank instead of a nudge, making him grunt just the same. - What do you want, Iz? -

- Jesse wants to talk with you…- She began.

- Well I don’t! - Michael snapped.

- Act your age, will you? - Isabel snapped back.

- Which is…? - Michael teased, taking advantage of the newly discovered difference.

- Michael…- Isabel went, patiently.

- Ok, what does he want? - Michael accepted.

- He feels bad about the whole thing. He was very understanding last night and I promised him you would talk to him. I will do it in a dream walk because he’s afraid you will hit him, though I told him you wouldn’t. -

- How do you know I won’t? - Michael interrupted her, quite cocky.

- Michael, what would be the use? Remember we need to keep him on our side, for our own safety, I’m really trying, you know? - Isabel pleaded.

- Sorry, Iz, you’re right, I know, I’m just being…me, you know? Jealous jerk? Sure Iz, I’ll talk to him, and I won’t hit him. - He complied and kissed her hand.

- Thank you Michael. - She smiled and kissed his lips, just a sister’s kiss to her kid brother, very much like Laurie would.

- Hey! - She went, pulling away as he started deepening the kiss and pushing his fingers into her hair, drawing her to him.

- Sorry…- He grinned and she could have kissed him willingly like he wanted to.

- Ok then, tonight? To get it over with? - She stared at him, waiting for his answer.

- Tonight. - Michael confirmed, not too convinced, but wanting to please her.

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Chapter 246


Philip Evans called his wife to find out if he had spoken to Isabel, cause today Jesse had been all smiles and in a great mood after all the months of barely answering and frowning all the time. Diane told him she would probably come over today and tell her all about it. She said she was glad that things were better for them and that Jesse was accepting what Isabel was and taking things easier. Lately, she had been even wishing Isabel had married Michael, being the same as her, and knowing how much she loved him. Isabel had had a crush on him ever since she could remember, but she had had to come to terms with Isabel’s choice, though it would have never been hers.

Jesse met Isabel for lunch at a seafood restaurant, and they sat in a corner where they could discreetly discuss the plans for tonight. Jesse had decided they would meet in their apartment for the dream walk session where they were sure to have no interruptions. Isabel agreed, adding she would be right there to supervise the whole thing and make sure nothing went wrong.

- What do you mean? Michael might get…aggressive? - He was quite apprehensive.

- No, not at all, he was ok with it after I spoke to him, and assured me he would never attack you. I trust him, Jesse. When I first told him about my intentions of marrying you, he was worried about you, because there was no way we could tell you without putting you in danger, and he wasn’t sure I could keep you safe. That’s the real Michael, he’s a great guy, very protective. Believe me Jesse, you’ll be fine with him. - Isabel smiled.

- Ok, then. It will be a dream, but you said it was quite realistic, so if we sit and talk, would it be ok to have some beers? - Jesse asked.

- No! Michael can’t have liquor! Even a few drops make his powers go out, and his body turn ultra sensitive, even his clothes make him hurt! Make it peach Snapple, that’s his favourite, with Tabasco, of course. - Isabel nodded.

- Alright then, it’s settled, I’m safe and no liquor for him. - Jesse smiled.

After lunch, Isabel went to her mother’s and Jesse told Philip how Isabel was dying to see that last Julia Roberts film and how he had wanted to surprise her taking her there tonight. He had forgotten he had a lot of stuff he had to check over about the Boston thing that Philip himself was encouraging him, thinking Isabel would be much safer as far away from Roswell as possible, after the Tess issues. He had to have an answer to most of it by tomorrow so it meant he wouldn’t be able to take her, and she would be bored with him working all night.

- I’ll call Diane and send Timmy to get the tickets right away. We’ll take her to the theatre and treat her to that new pasta place she’s been talking about. - Philip said enthusiastically.

- Hope you convince her, because you know how stubborn Isabel gets about helping me with my work, and I don’t have the heart to tell her she distracts me and sets me back instead. Better still, make it a surprise, just come over and pick her up. By the way, I had nothing to do with it, ok? - Jesse winked at Philip.

- Never heard it from you. - Philip winked back. - Timmy! I gave an errand for you! -


When Philip arrived home, Isabel was no longer there, so she told Diane about his plans.

- But Isabel said she had to be with Jesse tonight! - Diane explained.

Philip explained what Jesse had told her so she decided Philip was right after all.

Michael had arranged so José, the other cook at the Crashdown, would take his shift, as the guy needed the extra money with a new baby on the way. Michael came home by 7:00pm, as he had told Isabel and made himself comfortable in his bed. He had spent the afternoon with Maria helping Amy making place in her garage for some new stuff she had bought for her store and running back and forth between the two places with Maria at the wheel, taking and bringing and throwing away a lot of crap. The rest of the gang knew he would be busy, some closure thing with Jesse and Isabel, and stayed at the Crashdown. They were not too happy about the lack of information, but that would come after and they had reluctantly accepted it, mostly for Isabel’s sake. Maria couldn’t get a word out of him on the subject during the whole afternoon, and whatever stolen moments they had, they used them to make out.
By 7:00pm, Isabel and Jesse lay back on their beds and relaxed until he fell asleep. Isabel would wait about half an hour to make sure both Jesse and Michael had reached the deep sleep stage she needed to proceed. At 7:25 she dream walked Michael and set him on the way over to her apartment. Then she went for Jesse and sent him to the couch to turn on the TV set and wait for Michael who was on the way. She went to sit with Jesse waiting for Michael and Jesse convinced her it would be for the best if she left them alone once they got together, that he was ok with it, and trusted Michael after all she had said about him.
Jesse insisted she joined the others at the Crashdown and come back when they closed to give them enough time and the privacy they needed. When Michael arrived and went:

- Hey, dude…- And punched his arm real chummy with a smirk, Isabel was sure they would be fine.

- Go on, Isabel, we’re fine here; this is a guy thing, right Michael? -

- Whatever man…- Michael nodded.

Right then the doorbell rang and Isabel sat up confused, because Michael had already arrived, and this was the real doorbell, not the dream one. It rang again impatiently and she heard her parents’ voices coming from the door. She shook her head and blinked her eyes awake as she walked to check out who was calling. Diane and Philip were there with big smiles on their faces, waving the tickets in front of her.

- C’mon! I knew Jesse’s busy cause I gave him a lot of “homework” so let’s go! - Philip grinned and Diane took her hand.

- I don’t know, I think I should stay and help Jesse…- She was kind of doubtful in spite of the fact that Jesse had been practically kicking her out.

- Your dad got us tickets for the Julia Roberts flick, I’m sure you want to see it! Hurry up, we’ll be late! - Diane insisted.

- Let me get my purse…- Isabel turned to give Jesse a final check up.

- You don’t need your purse. It’s all on me, c’mon! - Philip took her other hand and they both dragged her to their car.

As they drove to the theater, Isabel kept thinking maybe she should have listened to Jesse and gone to the Crashdown, at least there, if anything went wrong, Liz might be able to let her know, if Michael hadn’t blocked her out, which he probably had…so…oh well, there wasn’t much she could do anyway and they were safe in the dream walk. She decided to have a good time with her folks and find out what happened when she went back. Michael was a big boy and he had totally promised her he would behave. Jesse wouldn’t try anything with Michael and he had been warned of what he shouldn’t do, so as far as she knew, nothing could go wrong and they needed to talk things out. She accepted they would be better off by themselves without her in their hair. She was sure Jesse would be on Michael’s and her side where the FBI was concerned.
Of course, she wasn’t counting on dinner right after, but by then, she couldn’t say no since the reservation had been made in advance.


- So, what do you want to talk about? - Michael asked Jesse.

- Oh, you know, the alien stuff, to be on the safe side, and not say anything out of line that might endanger you guys…wanna beer? Oh, sorry, Isabel left you some Snapple in the fridge, I’ll get it. - Jesse got up and headed for the kitchen.

- Need some help? - Michael started to get up.

- Nah, it’s ok, I’ll be right back. -

Michael switched to a hockey game and Jesse brought a tray with two tall glasses and a bottle of Tabasco for Michael.

- I decided to try Snapple too, but the Tabasco is just for you. - He smiled.

Michael eyed the bottle because it wasn’t the usual red one but the green kind.

- You like Tabasco, right? Isabel asked me to get some cause we were out of it. - Jesse stared at Michael, waiting for his approval, as if he had made a huge mistake.

- Yeah, but we usually have the red one, I’ve never tried this one. - He admitted.

- Shit, sorry man, I just took the first I saw, I didn’t know there was a different one. Come to think of it, you’re right, Isabel always uses a red one. She’s really going to be pissed! - Jesse frowned.

- You know what? I’ll try some, maybe it’s not so bad. I’ll refill it so you can change it, and Isabel will never know, ok? - Michael spiked his glass heavily because the label said it was “mild” and waved his hand over it refilling it.

Michael chugged down half the glass and shook his head.

- Shit man! Change it as soon as you can! Isabel won’t like it! - Michael chugged in the rest just because he was thirsty and gulped.

- Sorry about that. Here, have this one if you want. I’ll get a beer. - He went back to the kitchen.

When he returned, he found Michael on all fours trying to push up from the floor.

- Hey man, you ok? - Jesse grabbed Michael around the stomach to help him up and Michael gasped in pain.

- That shit is acting like liquor, everything hurts! - Michael winced swaying so Jesse put his arm around his waist to steady him.

- Maybe you should take a shower, it might help…- Jesse really sounded worried, and Michael agreed.

Jesse helped him to the bedroom shower and eased him into the stall. Michael tried to wave his clothes off but nothing happened.

- Powers are off too. - He scoffed.

Jesse stood behind him, pulling off his t-shirt and getting his jeans all the way down to the floor. Michael was commando, and Jesse pretended not to look. Michael bent over to unlace his boots so he could step out of them and the pants. His balance was kind of off, too, and he swayed. Jesse held him around the hips making him hiss, as he pressed Michael’s ass against his crotch, so the alien boy worked as fast as he could and straightened up breaking the painful contact.

- Watch it, I have to graduate it and it will come out cold first…- Jesse warned, as he reached out to turn on the shower.

- Leave it cold…please…- Michael begged and let the water wash over his sore body.

Jesse stood watching him and checking him out. “The damn kid is really well made, nice round ass, great legs and quite decent where it counts, no wonder Isabel has the hots for him…” Jesse thought. “He can beat the shit out of me if he goes for it, no way I’m risking it. He owes me big after that stunt he pulled, I’m sure he knew what he was doing, I’m not buying Isabel’s crap about the stupid seal, he’s paying for embarrassing me in front of my wife, for saying she was his, for fooling around with her, he’s paying big time! And Isabel will never know! He’ll be too ashamed to tell her. Jesse, you’re a genius!” He had never been able to get out of his mind the image of the almost naked Michael lying over Isabel’s lap that time he found them watching the blasted video, and the way her fingers were digging into his ass.

After a couple of minutes of steady showering, Jesse asked him:

- Better? I think you should lie down. - He turned off the shower and wrapped him in a towel.

Michael winced and gasped as Jesse just patted him dry, and took him to the bed where he eased him down and didn’t need to maneuver him how he wanted him, because Michael got first on his knees, slowly lowering his chest on the bed and then began to stretch out to lay on his stomach. Jesse ripped his fly open and pounced behind him, grabbed his ass, wondering for a fraction of a second about the weird tattoos, spread him and rammed. The speed at which he did it all, could only be explained by the fact that it was a dream. Michael cried out and buried his face in the pillow as Jesse’s weight pinned him to the bed. Michael reached back with both arms trying to stop him, but Jesse wrapped his arms around his stomach hard so the searing pain along with the one up his ass drained all Michael’s strength and he just dropped his hands to clutch the blanket. Jesse was having a great time raping Michael, plunging savagely into him with all the hate he felt for the alien boy. He had to give it to him that he wasn’t screaming his head off as anyone else would have. He was grunting and growling into the pillow, and at first he had twisted and squirmed trying to limit the penetration, but it had been no good, just making it hurt worse. Michael felt Jesse was tearing him in two, it hurt so much. And in spite of the torture, all Michael could think was Isabel, how could he tell her what Jesse had done to him! Even if it was a dream, Michael could tell that’s what he wanted to do to him, he felt the hate and wondered if he hated Max too for punching him in the nose, but no…this was about Isabel and just Isabel, Jesse shoved hard into his front and Michael shuddered, it wasn’t nice like it should be, it hurt like hell! He knew that if Isabel found out about this, she would go ballistic on Jesse and that would be their chance to star in the Oscar winning FBI flick! No way! Jesse was thrusting so deep, pounding his guts out and when he finally came, it felt like liquid fire, like scalding lava. It left him burning and writhing as his breath came in gasps and moans.

- Jesse…why?...- He groaned.

- Why did I stop? Oh I came, but don’t worry, it’ll be up again before you know it, we have plenty of time. What did you want to talk about? - Jesse was gloating.

- I didn’t…you did…- Michael whispered, knowing it was useless to try to reason with him.

- Oh yes, right, I wanted to tell you that if I ever lose Isabel, I have a way to track you all down through her. So you better make sure she always thinks of me as her husband, and you will be safe. Your lives are in my hands, as your ass is right now. - He giggled disgustingly. - Hey! Wow! I’m ready again! Well, you have a piece of ass…-

Michael braced himself knowing what was coming and Jesse sheathed his cock again all the way into him. At least his cum helped some this time, though the pain was just as piercing, and much worse because of the chafed condition on his inner tissues plus the effect of the liquor.

- You…better…relax…and…enjoy…it…relax…and…enjoy…it…relax…and …enjoy…it…- Jesse droned on and on as he rammed into him, plunging in with each world.

By the time Jesse came again, Michael was sobbing and whimpering, he could barely move, even trying made him shudder, he just took it gritting his teeth not to let out the least sound to make Jesse gloat, totally defeated, his eyes full of tears of frustration.

- So, conclusion, you want to keep Isabel and Max and of course Maria, Liz and Kyle safe, oh, I was forgetting Jim Valenti and his darling Amy DeLuca and of course the nice Evans couple, then no one finds out about this. Now we’re even. Now you know what it means to feel helpless. I’m glad you do! Now get the fuck out of my dream, however you do it, dream yourself back to where you’re really sleeping, and as far as we both are concerned, we had a nice talk and we are ok with each other. For Isabel’s and all your friends’ sake, deal? - Jesse hissed.

Michael was seething with fury. He wanted to tell him this wasn’t over, far from it! He wanted Jesse to find the guts to face him without disadvantages and without him using his powers at all, in person, not in dreams, like the coward he was. But Isabel…and the others…he could only be in one place at a time, how could he protect them all if Jesse had the FBI behind him? Damn him, and damn Max for not letting Isabel get away when she needed it and dragging him into making her stay! She would have never ended with Jesse! She wouldn’t have needed to lash out at Max in the only way she could. Shit! He was furious!

- DEAL? - Demanded Jesse, shoving two fingers rough and unexpectedly into Michael, making him grunt and clench hard against them.

- Wow! Not even Isabel was that tight in her honeymoon debut! Anytime you need me, boy! - Jesse chuckled taunting him.

- Fuck you! - Snapped Michael through gritted teeth. “She wasn’t a virgin you idiot! She had already been mine!” He wanted to scream it at him but was glad to keep it to himself and laugh at him with this secret.

- No, definitely fuck you! - Jesse laughed and stabbed his fingers cruelly into Michael’s prostate nonstop until he had him coming in excruciating pain.

- Well? - Jesse insisted.

- Whatever, as long as you keep your filthy hands away from Isabel or any of our friends. - Michael was forced to compromise.

- Alright…- Jesse knew that was the nearest to an agreement he would get from Michael, and he would never get him to say what he wanted, but was sure Michael meant it. He pulled out of him just as roughly. - Now get out of here! -

- I can’t, my powers are totally out of whack, the only way you’ll get me out of here is if you wake up. - Michael was writhing on the bed.

- How the hell do I do that? - Jesse was getting desperate to get rid of him, worrying about how long it would take the alien powers to return, even in the dream and Michael would have laughed at him, sensing his growing fear, if he hadn’t been in so much pain.

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Chapter 247


Isabel said a quick goodbye and a wave from the door as her parents took off. She opened the door and went to the bedroom to find Jesse still asleep and she could have sworn he was frowning as she shook him awake. He jumped up and stared into her face, as she looked worriedly at him.

- What happened? - She asked, sounding worried too. - How did it go? -

Jesse realized he was really awake because she gave no signs of seeing Michael, and he was afraid to check the bed to make sure. He rotated his head as if to ease his neck and cunningly made sure Michael was gone and the bed was neat and tidy.

- We had a nice chat, and I woke up after he left in the dream. Must have been an hour ago. I watched some TV waiting for you to come back and then got sleepy again and came to lie down. Must’ve fallen asleep again. - He smiled at her as if everything was alright, which to her it was, by the way she smiled back at him.

- Thank you, Jesse. - She beamed and gave him a quick kiss before she went to the bathroom and he could hear her brushing her teeth. When she came back she lay beside him and he reached out for her.

- Jesse, sorry, I’ve stuffed myself and I really just need to sleep, please? -
She made this face she knew he couldn’t resist and Jesse just nodded and turned out the lights.


Michael couldn’t say he woke up, rather that he came to, in his bed, cause he had surely passed out after all the pain Jesse had put him through. He had definitely planned it, because he knew what he was doing and what was happening to him: it couldn’t have been the green Tabasco, it must have been spiked with liquor and the different flavour deceived him. It was Jesse’s revenge, and somehow, Isabel had been left in the dark. He was glad for that, and planned to keep it that way as long as it was necessary. He started feeling a gentle invasion of his mind, and the subtlety told him it was Liz.

“Michael, are you alright?” She asked tentatively.

Michael knew for certain that whatever pain he had was blocked away from her on a constant basis, so all she could sense was his discomfort with the unfair situation.

“I’m fine, love, just had a nightmare, that’s all.” He sent back softly.

“Oh no, was Jesse a total prick?” The dream walk had been her idea, after all, but they were still curious about how Isabel had arranged the whole thing with both guys.

“No Liz, that went ok, it was after, a Tabasco problem, wrong flavour.” He scoffed, and he berated himself keeping his thoughts away from her: ‘Prick? She really nailed it! You can’t imagine, Liz, how right you are. Dammit! Why did she have to know about it? I’ll have to be extra careful now’.

Michael had been fast asleep when they had been talking about the Jesse issues and had no way of knowing that the dream walk had been Liz’s doing.

“Do you need us?” Liz always worrying!

“Nah, I just need to sleep, ok? See ya…” And blocked her off completely, Liz would have to trust him on this one.

He concentrated, dealing with the pain as he had most of his life and started dozing off. Next thing he knew, it was Isabel dream walking him.

“Hey kid, Jesse said you guys had a nice talk, I’m glad you finally could get together.”

“Yeah we sure did…” ‘You can’t imagine how close together we got!’ “Hey, I’m kind of sleepy here, you mind, Iz?” He hoped he had been convincing.

“Sure, ok, see you tomorrow, and thanks…on my and Jesse’s behalf. Love you.”

Yes, she had believed him, and yes, Jesse must really be thankful to have been able to get his way, specially with him. Dammit! Michael wanted to put his fist through the wall. It wouldn’t be the first time he did it in his life, but it would give Isabel the wrong idea if she saw it, not to mention Max, who would have to heal it and wouldn’t let him be until he knew what it had been about. So he punched the bed, and squeezed his eyes tight uselessly trying to stop the tears of rage that flooded them. Falling asleep was the worst thing to do, under the circumstances, but he couldn’t help it, his tortured mind and body took the upper hand and made it happen, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was transported to every single painful situation he had suffered in his short life in a rapid succession, and when he woke up next morning, to everyone’s shaking and kissing, he had to face their worried faces, Isabel included. Knowing from experience how well half truths worked, he went for it. He told them the Tabasco fiasco, knowing Isabel would make sure to confirm it from Jesse, so he was safe there.

- It’s just my stomach, it’s damn near killing me, so I better stay home, just tell Forrester I’m agonizing, the hell with it, I’m not graduating anyway. -

- Michael, are you…have you…- Liz was struggling to find a decent way to ask him if he had diarrhea.

Michael winced holding his gut as he managed to chuckle at her efforts.

- No Liz, I haven’t gone to the bathroom yet, and to be honest, I don’t feel like it. - Michael scoffed.

No way, it would be like delivering a multiple birth, the largest in history worth of the Guinness Records surely torn to shreds, with Dr. Evans having to heal him and sticking to him all day long when he wanted to snooze it off with no audience in case he ranted and gave it all away in his sleep.

Liz left and took Max with her, and not even his empathy could prepare him for what she had in mind. Shortly after enjoying a soothing session of massage and pamper from Maria, Isabel and…Kyle, who turned out to be amazingly good at it, they heard Dr. Evans and Florence Nightingale coming back again. Before he could even suspect the meaning of the sudden silence and their gentle touch changing to aggressive grips, Liz was turning it into another mind and body traumatizing Fleet ER scene, heedless of Michael’s protests and resistance, insisting it was for “his own good”. Max agreed absolutely with her, apologizing for not being able to do anything about it, due to his lack of “laxative” powers. Once over, with Michael growling into the pillow, the girls did their disappearing trick and left him in male hands: drag him to the bathroom, nothing on the toilet tank this time for Michael to lay his face on his forearms during the gut-rending ordeal, shower with the alien patient barely able to stand, and the victim crawling back to bed yelling at a surprised Max and Kyle to lay off him. Michael was back in his bed doing his successful impersonation of a bear rug, breathing hard and wracked with more pain that he could think possible just a few minutes earlier.

- Ready! - Kyle and Max shouted, making Michael feel like zapping them into the wall.

The girls materialized out of thin air and were all over him again. Michael buried his face in his arms and begged:

- Please! Go to school! Leave me alone! Let me die in peace this time! -

- I’m so sorry, Michael, but believe me, it was…-

- For my own good…- Michael finished for Liz, biting out each word. - I just need to be alone. Maria, please! Don’t take it wrong, it’s got nothing to do with you. Just leave me some water, I’ll be living on that today, ok? -

To his surprise, Maria kissed his shoulder and caressed his hair with her typical tenderness when he was hurt.

- Rest, baby, you’re right; we’ll come back after school to check on you. -
She was able to kiss his lips when he turned his face knowing that’s what she wanted.

- Don’t block me out, Michael, I just want to rest assured that you’re ok, please? José will be quite happy to replace you again and I’ll make sure you get your full pay due to illness. My dad really loves you. - Liz kissed his cheek and Michael sighed and nodded his thanks for her understanding.

He heard them all leave and then he moaned and stretched out, about to voice out his frustration in his much needed solitude when he sensed the presence in the room: Isabel, she had stayed with him, for him, bless her heart, but he didn’t need her now!

- Izzy…- Michael whispered and felt her hands on him soothing his suffering like only she could do.

- Michael, Jesse is terribly sorry about the Tabasco, he had no time to change it but he told me at breakfast what had happened to you to spare me from the same problem. I’ve already changed it. How are you feeling? -

- Well, Liz just flushed my guts out so I feel as if I just had a multiple birth of at least six, without enough time to breathe between each one. And I was damn sore before so you can guess how bad it is now! - Michael winced and nodded.

- What can I do for you? Anything, please, just don’t send me away! - She begged.

- Whatever you want Izzy, you know I love anything that comes from you. -
He sighed, really meaning it.

- Do you want me to rub your tummy? Is that where it hurts worse? - She held him to roll him on his side.

- No Iz, it’s ok now that’s it’s all out, thanks to Liz. - He assured her.

- You’re in pain, Michael, you can’t fool me, please tell me where it hurts. -
When she got like this, Michael knew there was no way to make her quit.

- It hurts up my ass, Liz’s stunt has left me real sore there. It’ll pass, don’t worry. - Michael expected her to say something and was baffled when she didn’t.

He opened his eyes and saw her dialing. She was calling Stuart and asking him what were those things he had given him when he left the hospital. Then she briefed him on the whole deal, obviously answering his question on what had happened to him, and then she went:

- Really? Ok, I’ll get them. - Her voice got very soft when she thanked him and said goodbye, just like it got for Michael when they were alone together lately.

- Stuart sends you his love. I’ll be right back. - She kissed his cheek and left the room, and by the sound of the door, the apartment too.

The silence had Michael sleeping in seconds, dreamless and relaxed. Then Isabel's hands gently sliding up his thighs had him purring and writhing. He felt her finger pushing into him and felt it disappearing deep inside him, to slip back out, and then something cool and slick soothed his insides.

- Mmm…- He went.

- Better? Nice huh? Stuart said that would do the trick…- She whispered.

- Stuart?…- He also whispered, as if he were right there.

- No, kid, he told me over the phone, and I got the stuff at the drugstore. It’s what he gave you after you were in the hospital, remember? - She spoke very softly, her voice relaxing him completely.

- Yeah, feels much better, thanks. - Michael was getting sleepy again.

- Michael, so all’s fine with Jesse, right? - Isabel wanted him to reassure her.

“Oh shit!” Michael thought. “I just don’t want to get into that again, it freaks me out and I don’t want to screw up, please Isabel, don’t, just let it go…”

- Yes Iz, it’s fine, I already told you. It’s getting old. Jesse just doesn’t want to lose you, that’s all. Let me sleep, please? - He turned his face away from her and closed his eyes.

Isabel lay back and took his hand in hers. Her squeeze told him it was ok, she wouldn’t insist, and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep, trusting her to let him be. Isabel was tempted to dream walk him, but she had promised him to let him sleep, and she knew she would make things worse if she didn’t respect his privacy. Jesse was quite smug, which meant he was satisfied with the outcome, and Michael was cool with it, which said a lot, so she had no reason to worry, but still she did. She decided she was just overreacting and stretching her head back on the pillow, she dozed off.


Maria found Liz at the girls’ bathroom between classes. She jumped when Maria burst in calling her.

- Hey girl! What are you doing taking a break here by yourself? Problems
with Max? - She asked.

- No, just wanted a minute on my own. - She smiled.

- Is Michael alright? - She asked suspiciously.

- Sleeping like a baby, Isabel is with him. - She took her hand and they walked out.

They found Max at the lockers and he took Liz’s books and left for the science room.

Maria thought Liz was smiling in a rather creepy way, and she asked Kyle if he had noticed it.

- Maria, you know what your problem is? You can’t wait until Isabel gives us all the details of yesterday’s dream walk. It’s not just you, we’re all curious about it, but this morning just wasn’t the right time. We’ll go straight to Michael’s after school and she’ll fill us in on all the details. From what I could see, everything went fine. Just relax, ok?...You know what? I also thought Liz’s smile was kind of creepy…- Kyle was just teasing her.

Maria rolled her eyes and they went to their separate classes.

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Chapter 248


Isabel sat up with a start, hearing the nosy neighbour Mrs. Curry having some kind of scuffle with her dog right outside the door. She was totally disoriented at first, until she felt the vibes coming from the hand she has holding, and she realized she was with Michael. She immediately felt safe and relaxed. She turned to the sleeping boy and reached over with her free hand to caress his thigh, sliding towards the inside. She loved the velvety skin there, and went from one to the other leg, walking her fingers all the way up, down as far as his knee and back up again. Michael purred and writhed in pleasure.

“Maria is so lucky,” Isabel thought. “Michael should have been mine, but everything turned out wrong. The fact that for many years we thought we were brother and sister was most of the problem. Then I screwed up completely when my alien side kicked in and we were together a few times. I should have followed those instincts, but my stupid human conscience took over and had me thinking what we did was wrong and kept me away from him. I know I hurt him, but my mind was in such conflict that I did all that I shouldn’t. Then came the shooting and he fell for Maria. And then came Tess and assured us we weren’t siblings, but by then it was too late, his relationship with Maria was too far gone and though the dreams we had got us kind of back together, they didn’t turn out the way I wanted, so he went back to Maria and I decided to accept Alex, dear sweet Alex, he couldn’t stand up to Michael when it came to sex, but at least I wasn’t alone, and he really loved me. But Tess had to kill him, accident or not, and my life became a nightmare, alone, and watching Michael with Maria, it was too much. I wanted to get away to try to make some sense of my life, but Max wouldn’t let me, and had Michael side with him, of course, as I would find out later, for very different reasons. Jesse was there, and drooling over me, so I thought it was the best option so far. If I had known about Stuart…if, if, if…Damn Max, always manipulating me, and going ballistic when he couldn’t handle Michael! It was all his fault!”

An image of Maria invaded her mind and she smiled.

“It’s not her fault, I really like her, and after what I did to Michael in Antar, I’m glad he has her now and not me, if I were to do that to him again…I’d go nuts, probably hang myself again. Michael…”

She whispered, and bent to kiss his cheek, moving to the corner of his mouth and this time, when he turned and took her lips, she didn’t move away. The scene that jumped in front of her eyes had her gasping for air.
Isabel watched herself slipping out of her bedroom window in the dead of night and into Max’s. She looked very young, about the age at which she started fooling around with Michael. She walked straight to the sleeping bag on the floor by the bed where Michael lay sleeping. She silently knelt beside him and waved his t-shirt and sweat shorts away. Then she leant down and nibbled at his ass, making him squirm and moan. She bit him hard and he gasped and pushed up against her. Isabel giggled and Max immediately sat up.

“Michael, you ok?” He whispered as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw Isabel with her back to him. “Isabel? What are you doing to him?”

She ignored him and moved to his face, cupping his chin to get the right angle and kissed him on the lips. Her finger slid all the way down his spine and tickled him right there. Michael bucked and got her fingertip into him, grunting.

“Michael…” She whispered against his lips, and backed up, pulling her hand away from him too.

“No…” He whined and slowly opened his eyes.

She smiled at him and he reached for her.

“Ok Max, switch places with him, we need your bed.” She said quietly and bossy.

“What? No way!” He protested, softly too.

Michael reached up and pulled him down beside him by the arm and his back had barely touched the floor when Isabel rushed to the other side and started kicking his legs off the bed.

“All right, all right! Shit!” He whispered, not wanting to alert their parents.

He sat up and watched them go into action, Isabel lay back on the bed and Michael pounced on her. He reached into his sweat pants and after a few jacks he was ready to join them. By the way Michael was moving, it was clear he was already inside her, so Max used his powers to slick it up and kneeling between Michael’s thighs, he spread and shoved. He heard Michael grunt and freeze as his breath came in gasps, and Isabel snapped:

“Can’t you go slowly? Jerk!” As she pulled Michael into her.

Max, heedless of her request, shoved into Michael hard, making him grunt again and shudder. At least Isabel seemed to like her lover sheathed all the way in, courtesy of Max’s thrust, and she just whispered:

“Yesss!”

Max decided the best was for Michael to set the pace as he always did, so he just waited until the other boy was ready. When Michael started backing into him, Max dug his fingers into his round ass and made sure it went as deep as it could go. Michael growled and kept still, until Isabel groped around and Max got his hands away just before she dug her nails into Michael and pulled him back into her. So Michael would push into her and then buck to get Max into him until he couldn’t take it any longer and just managed to hang on for Isabel to start coming, to let go. Max, as usual took a little longer, but it gave both Isabel and Michael the bonus they expected.

Isabel watched this happen in a succession of flashes as they gradually grew older, making it quite clear this had been going on until recently.

- Oh my god, Michael! - Isabel exclaimed. - Maria is going to strangle me and who knows what she’ll do to you! -

She was surprised not to hear an equal reaction from Michael and turned to see he was still asleep. She wondered if they had actually shared the flashes, but the way he was tossing confirmed her they had.

- Michael, Michael! - She slid over him, because he was facing away from her and knelt on the floor by his face.

She did what had managed to wake him up in the flashes, with her mouth and hand.

- Izzy, yes…yes…- He winced and smiled before his eyes opened as slowly as she had seen in the visions.

- Isabel? - Confusion showed in his face.

- Michael, we have been doing this for years! Why didn’t we remember… did you? - She was very concerned.

- No, Iz, I had no idea! Shit! Maria is gonna be pissed! She won’t believe me! I’m screwed! Shit! - He repeated.

- We have to talk to her, alone first, before we tell the others. - She watched Michael nod, agreeing.

- What about Max, he is involved too. - Michael observed.

- He can wait, Maria first. - She sighed along with Michael.

- Want to eat something? It’s past midday. - She asked him.

- Sure, why not? It might be my last meal. - He joked unenthusiastically.

Isabel went to the kitchen to find Maria had stocked the fridge much to her taste: full of veggies. She found some tuna fish too and whipped up a decent salad. When she arrived back at the bedroom, Michael was again asleep and tossing.

- Michael? - She touched his cheek with the back of her fingers to check him for fever, but he was ok.

- Isabel…no…no please!...Don’t go with Jesse!...Please!...not with him…Isabel, please!... -

- Michael! Hey, it’s ok, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you! - She comforted him.

- Iz, NO!...- Now he was sobbing and Isabel was quite alarmed.

- Michael, I’m not going with Jesse! I’ve realized I don’t love him! I’d rather be with Stuart, is that alright? - She ran her fingers through his hair trying to sooth him.

- Stuart…yes,…yes…ok…- He took a deep breath letting it out slowly, and calmed down, opening his eyes again.

- You ok? - She asked and he nodded. - What was that about Jesse? -

- Huh? - He didn’t seem to remember so she filled him in.

- Guess I don’t think he’s the guy for you, and Stuart is. - He shrugged, relieved that it hadn’t been something else.

- Well, rest assured, cause we totally agree. Here’s lunch. - She brought the salad, which made Michael smile, knowing she wasn’t much of a housewife.


They decided to send Maria a text message on her cell phone, which had her calling back right after, as she was just closing her locker to leave school.

- Isabel, everything ok? - She didn’t sound scared as Isabel had expected.

- It’s ok, Maria, Michael’s ok, it’s just something we want to share with you before the others, can you make it? - Isabel coaxed.

- Sure, be right there. - She answered.

- Well? What did she say? - Michael asked.

- She said she’d come right away. Michael, she doesn’t know anything yet, wait until she knows so she can freak out! - Isabel was trying not to freak out herself.

- Ok. - Michael said as calm as Maria had sounded and snuggled into the bed again.

- You guys freak ME out! How can you sleep? - Isabel exploded.

- What do you want me to do? What’s wrong with you Iz? It’s not our fault! And there isn’t much we can do about it, can we? Where are you going? - He wondered why she was leaving the room.

- To get rid of the knifes in the kitchen in case Maria decides to cut off your whole “equipment”, cause I’d be afraid to try to stop her even with my powers when she goes into “hurricane” mode, which is what she will likely do! - The door slammed before she could leave the room.

- Come here. - He patted the bed beside him.

- Do you want her to catch us together so we won’t stand a chance? Is that what you want? She’ll be here any minute now! Dammit Michael, open the door! - Isabel exclaimed as he complied.

That’s when they heard Maria’s car arriving.

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Chapter 249


Maria found Michael on the bed and Isabel standing beside it, giving her the correct impression that she was very tense.

- You ok Isabel? - Maria asked her.

- Maria, come, sit down. - Isabel nodded. - Maria, please believe us, Michael and I just found out, we swear we didn’t know, we don’t understand how it could happen, but it did, we hope you will…-

- Oh I do. - She said very sure of herself.

- Maria, you don’t, I haven’t even told you yet…- Isabel continued.

- You don’t need to. Remember my brands surround yours? I got your flashes at the same time you did. Be glad I was in art and I could hide behind my horrid painting! I know neither of you knew, except when it happened, of course, and then your minds were so focused on one another that you didn’t even remember that there was anything else around you. -

- I could feel Max. - Michael admitted.

- Of course you could, he was so far up your ass that he…forget it…that’s not what I was thinking of, though yes, he was involved too, and he’ll have to find out, cause he’s totally ignorant of the whole thing like you were. - Maria frowned.

- You ok with it? - Michael asked, intrigued.

- Not really, but it’s not your fault, is it? - She arched her eyebrows looking and sounding very mature. - I think you better tell them, Max, Liz and Kyle, and maybe Isabel, you can dream walk Stuart, and Laurie, cause I’m sure Serena already knows. -

- Maria…I…- Went Michael and Isabel at the same time.

- Hey, guys, I’m ok with it, I love you both very much, and I understand that you should really be together, it’s your real destiny, I’m very lucky that you don’t take it so seriously and give me the chance to be with Spaceboy. Thank you Isabel, you can’t imagine how much I love you for it! It’s ok with me if you guys need to be together every now and then. - Maria hugged Isabel and sat on the bed to do the same to Michael.

He pushed up from the bed and received her in his arms ending in a kiss that lasted until they were out of breath.

- It has to do with my hormones, it happens right after my period. I know now because I woke up with this tired and satisfied feeling and I didn’t know why. It’s obvious what had happened. I’m so sorry Maria! -

- Isabel, some time ago, you made me see how hard it is to be an alien, and specially a female one, you…with Michael tempting you and Max manipulating you…- Maria said.

- What do you mean? I don’t do that! - Michael protested.

- You don’t do it on purpose Michael, I get it Maria. Thank you for understanding. I don’t know if I would if things were the other way round. -Isabel was massaging her temples with her fingers.

They heard a car stopping outside and Max, Liz and Kyle burst into the room.

- Liz felt some tension going on here, is everything ok? - Max asked.

- You need to know something, sorry Liz, you will not like it…- Isabel reached out to make the connection.

When the three late arrivals were briefed, Isabel, Michael and Maria were expecting some outrage from Liz, but her reaction was much as Maria’s had been. She just sat there quiet calm, nodding.

- Sorry to disappoint you, but I already knew, I got it from Michael when he found out. -

- Why didn’t you tell me? - Max snapped.

- Cause it wasn’t for me to tell you! Because I knew this is how you would react, and I have to tell you something too. I can’t explain it either but I also got it in a kind of flash when I touched you after lunch. - Liz told him.

- Aha! You guys were in the “infamous room”! - Kyle chuckled.

- Kyle, we were holding hands during Lit, that’s all. - Liz rolled her eyes. - It happened with Maria too, at the locker before the last period. I helped you with your scrunchy, remember? I knew you would rush here after classes, that’s how I knew you guys were here and had Max drive us over. -

- You mean you can tell what we’re going to do? - Isabel looked confused.

- I don’t know, I’m not sure. It’s happened twice today, it had never happened before except with Michael and it was because of our empathy. Just forget it, ok? It kind of freaks me out, it might just be a coincidence. -
Liz kept her eyes on her hands.

- Once maybe, but twice? I don’t think so…- Kyle said, shaking his head.

They chose to ignore him and were lost in their thoughts until Max brought them out of it.

- I need to be alone with Michael, so, if you don’t mind…-

- Are you kicking us out Max? - Isabel asked, rather pissed.

- Isabel, please…it’s just a…-

- Don’t you dare say it’s a “guy thing”, even if it is! - She was really pissed.

- Max is right, we need some time together. - Michael agreed.

- Ok then, girls, off you go! - Said a very smug Kyle.

- No offense, man, but it’s also alien related…- Max almost whispered.

- Well, then, girls, let’s go, we’re not wanted here! - Kyle spat.

- Hey dude, c’mon…- Michael gave Kyle this look that had him melting.

- It’s ok, kid, I’m not an alien…yet. - Kyle gave Michael a weak smile.

- Let’s go, just let us know if you need us, ok? - Maria was surprisingly understanding of the alien situation, and Liz and Isabel exchanged looks and nodded.

Maria went to Michael and kissed him before they left. They had barely closed the door behind them when Liz scoffed.

- What? - Maria, Isabel and Kyle went together.

- He just blocked me out. - Liz obviously meant Michael.

- Ok, to hell with privacy, I don’t like this! I’m going over! - Isabel exclaimed.

- Oh no, girl, not without us! - Maria clung to one of her arms and Liz to the other.

- I don’t Max to get pissed…- Liz sighed, a little unsure.

- Don’t worry; we’ll be totally blocked out from them. Of course, we will have to tell them later, but there will be nothing they will be able to do by then. No problems with Michael, and he has already blocked you out, so…

- Ok, let’s do it. - Liz accepted.

- Remember we can’t interfere no matter what we see, I’m sure Max is pissed at Michael’s stunts so he is meaning to punish him. Are you up to it?...Maria? You also punish him, huh? - Isabel gave her one of her looks.

- Yeah, well, ok. I’ll deal, promise. No freaking out, I swear! - She nodded.

Isabel closed her eyes and Kyle desperate not to be left behind, grabbed the waist of Isabel’s skirt.

Nothing could prepare them for the surprise they were about to have.


- Ok Max, let me have it. - Michael didn’t need to be alien or clairvoyant to know what was in his king’s mind.

- You’ve been getting away with a lot lately, and it’s about time you really pay for it. You’re owing me from the Stuart thing, and that funny business on the horse with Kyle. You’ve been a bad boy, Michael, and I have to punish you, you know you deserve it, don’t you? - Max’s weird smile told Michael he was merging with Zan, so he was getting these vibes of what to expect. He braced himself, anticipating pain like only Zan and Max together could give him, and he looked forward to it.

- You know what to do…I’m waiting! - Max voice had the underwater quality that meant alien powers were at play.

Michael obediently pressed his chest and cheek to the bed and raised his hips on his knees spreading his thighs for his king/lover/cousin. He positioned his body as near as he could to the foot of the bed, so Max/Zan just needed to kneel between his thighs to have what he wanted. Max/Zan was ruthless in his jealous fury. With a wave of his hand, a variety of sexual toys appeared suspended in the air by the bed for him to choose. He stood behind Michael and started touching him as he made up his mind which one to choose first. Michael felt Max’s hands sliding up his thighs, then one slid down to almost his knee before rising again as the other went to his ass. Then he felt a second set of hands doing the same as the other and somehow they felt just as familiar. He wasn’t sure what was going on, so he looked back over his left shoulder and saw this version of Max that wasn’t quite him, and immediately knew it was Zan. Max chuckled to his right and Michael realized that somehow they had split in two.

“Oh shit!” He thought.

- How do you like my twin, Michael? - Max said in a joking voice.

- I’m the real thing, Michael, not a stupid good for nothing dupe. - Zan said.

- How did you do that? - Michael asked, turning over his right shoulder and asking Max.

- I don’t know, he just seemed to take the upper hand and then there he was, right beside me. -

- Enjoy, Michael, it will be a double treat. Double everything! - Zan giggled.

“Oh shit!” Michael thought again. “This will hurt double too, I bet…”

He heard them whispering to each other and giggling as they continued to fondle him. They chose a mean looking butt plug to begin the session. They were actually seven spheres, one right after the other, the first was an inch in diameter to ease the way in, and the rest were an inch and a half. With a wave of his hand, Zan had them dripping with an oily substance, and Max wave his hand over them right after, looking smug.

- What’s that? - Zan asked, curious, sniffing the unfamiliar scent.

- A bonus the human girlfriend discovered, you’ll love it; it’s hot and cold at the same time. Damn good! - Max giggled.

Zan chuckled and nodded, reaching over and choosing a thin whip, cracking it a couple of times before nodding again.

The spheres in Max’s hand were kind of skewered on a stick that protruded at the back as a handle. Max used his powers to enlarge it to protect his hand from Zan’s dubious aim, which Max wasn’t ready to trust until he had enough reasons to.

- Ready? Now! - Zan shouted and lashed Michael’s ass hard, as Max shove in the first bead a fraction of a second after, as Michael contracted and grunted with pain.

Zan lashed and Max shoved, until the last bead was inside Michael and he was shuddering and moaning. Then it was one bead out, back in, with each lash, then two, then three until all seven were yanked out and Michael almost came. Then Max started packing them back in, one by one with the lashes and when the last one went in, he yanked them all out again, and this time Michael came. Zan gave him one last lash and watched the red bloody welts covering Michael’s ass.

- How about this one, to help him ride the aftermath? - Asked Zan, reaching out for a spiral shaped dildo and having it float to his hand.

- Perfect! - Said Max and was about to lube it but Zan stopped him.

- He’s slick enough! - He decided and reached for Michael’s ass with one hand, gesturing for Max to do the same.

They spread him together and Max reached to grab the toy along with Zan to stick it into Michael. The second his hand covered Zan’s, it seemed to disappear as it became one with his alien counterpart. They were actually sharing the hand! Max turned to Zan with a pleasantly surprised look in his face, and Zan’s smile was mirrored in Max’s face. They slowly pushed it in, watching it bury inside their victim, who was breathing hard and helping them stick it into him, using the energy and pleasure from the aftermath he was going through to deal with the new aspect of the torture. He took it all, and hissed and growled as it was pumped in and out of him, its shape creating the illusion that it was being screwed at the same time.

- He’s really been bad, huh? Whoring around like he did in Antar, huh? He needs a Royal screwing to get back in hand, right? - Zan grinned at Max.

Zan raised his hand from Michael’s butt and spanked him hard. Max did the same just after. The next ones came at the same time and Michael was writhing and gasping as the palms came down hard on his torn and bleeding flesh. Michael was dealing as was expected of him and Zan and Max were enjoying themselves and sharing the experience as one single entity, in perfect sync.

Four pairs of eyes were witnessing and also enjoying an unexplainable sadistic rush, as strong as the active participants’ pleasure was.

Isabel, for all the times she wished she were with Michael, and though she admitted it was her fault, she couldn’t because he was now with Maria, and hated herself for pushing him away, and him for allowing her to do so.

Liz, for all the times she wished she was the one with Michael, but had stuck with Max out of gratitude for saving her life at the Crashdown shooting.

Maria, for all the times Michael had been nasty to her, though she had to admit that she now understood the sacrifice he had done, really wanting to be with her but keeping her at a distance for her safety.

Kyle, for all the times he wished he had had the guts to go for it, but was scared to death that Michael would beat the crap out of him, now regretting all the opportunities he had missed.

Max grabbed Zan’s hand right after they had spanked him hard for the nth time.

- We don’t want him to pass out; I think it’s about time. - He nodded at Zan.

- Yeah, he’s so ready for the real thing. I think he suspects it! He’s pretty smart, you know? He might pass out after all, tough as he is! Wanna bet? - Zan giggled.

- I think he’ll brave it out! I bet on that! - Max decided.

- Dammit! I was going for that too! Oh well, whatever…we can’t bet against each other, so we both bet against the odds, fair enough? - Zan frowned and gestured with his head, not waiting for the answer as he knew Max had to agree with him and of course, himself. - C’mon over! -

Zan stepped between Michael’s thighs and Max did too. Then, to their astonished audience’s eyes, the merged together into an alien Shiva-like being, one body but two sets of arms.

- Is that ok? - Max asked, clearly baffled, raising his hands alongside Zan’s.

- Sure it is! You’ll see! - Zan gave his other self a wicked grin.

One hand of each went to spread Michael again as the other pair went for their now bloated massive cock, two in one, as the present enhanced size confirmed, and they both started suspecting they would lose the joint bet.
Their hands boosted up their doubly abundant pre-cum, with the edge of Max’s “fire and ice” bonus. They needed both their hands to bring it to the already defeated target and aimed it, pressing the spewing head to it. Max was shaking his head, doubtful of a positive outcome, and Zan, sure of himself, rammed. The head went in and they felt something give on the underside, apparently Vilandra/Isabel’s scar. They knew Michael had gritted his teeth and buried his face in his arms, but still he cried out. He allowed himself the luxury because it was Max/Zan. He wouldn’t have permitted it with an enemy, even if he knew for certain that it was killing him. A flash of Rath-Michael’s life’s final seconds had them reeling on their feet, to recover and shake it away as fast as it came. Not now, they simply couldn’t cope with that. It was Zan again who took control and shoved half of their huge cock in, grinding it straight into Michael’s prostate gland. Michael jerked and whimpered, and it was Max who thrust it deep inside, changing directions and stopping Michael from coming. As it plunged into the boy, Max/Zan watched their scar right under their eyes, burst open and start bleeding freely. Michael shivered and sobbed.

- Shouldn’t have happened, but I guess both together are just too much. - Observed Zan.

- Isabel’s tore out first. - Max said, as he brought his hand soaked with fresh bright blood from under the point of entry. - We better heal him. He’s bleeding bad. -

- And hurting bad too, but I assure you he can take it. What’s the use, he’ll tear right away again if we do. We’ll heal him when it’s over. - He pulled out and sheathed it back in all the way.

Michael grunted and held on; there was no way he could squeeze any harder with what he had inside. Zan retreated and forced it in deep until their balls crashed together again and again, with Max now joining in his efforts, going all for it. Michael thought he wouldn’t make it, he couldn’t understand how he was surviving each thrust. It wasn’t only the scars, his insides were tearing to shreds, he was bleeding inside and outside, he wanted to pass out, he needed to pass out, he was hurting so bad. His guts were on fire, yet he craved to come. On the next brutal penetration, he took his chance and positioned his body to receive it smack where he wanted it, sending the vibes to his invader, who responded short stabbing against it until Michael started coming with such intensity that he felt the cock up his ass burst in seeking the depth it desired to shoot its scalding and unending load. Michael bucked to impale himself to the hilt and writhed moaning when he felt its burning flood filling him up. His breath came in gasps when the triple strength aftermath hit him with all it was worth, and he felt it still spurting into him as he milked it to the last drop. Michael’s pleasure was so intense that it made him hurt like hell. He felt two hands on his sore ass and two others digging painfully into the back of his thighs, holding Max/ Zan up as they couldn’t help swaying, causing Michael and extra searing pain each time they went from left to right and back again. To be able to stay inside him during the unbelievable aftermath, just as their arms, their legs also doubled, straddling Michael thighs to remain upright but remaining joined in their mutual cock which kept them anchored inside the boy. By the time they started reacting as the aftermath dwindled, the pool of blood under Michael would have had anyone unaware of their alien status, believe Michael had bled out. Zan sent Max a nudge and activated their mutual full force healing power, as they felt their cock losing mass, so they could heal the bleeding tears, inside and outside, completely sure that they wouldn’t burst open again. The blood was sucked up back into Michael, his muscles tight as he suffered the healing effects. When it was over, their cock started sliding out; still the size of either Max or Zan’s individually, but without the hard on, hurting just as much. With one last shudder and whimper, Michael slumped on the bed, his heavy breathing the only sign that he was still alive.

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Chapter 250


Max was under the distinct impression that he was becoming unglued. An important part of him had just been detached, and now he was just Max and only Max. Zan was totally gone. Max could clearly feel Michael’s essence calling to him, wanting him to take him in his arms and ease his pain. He turned towards the bed and a tenderness of such intensity as he had never before felt for Michael flooded his being. He rushed over to him and lay back beside him, trying to push his arm under him. What little strength Michael still had, was used to raise his arm above his head from where it lay behind him, parallel to his body, getting it out of the way so Max could wrap both his arms around him. Max rolled Michael to his side so he could spoon him from behind, pressing his body as close to his as he could. Michael was worried when he felt Max shaking behind him as he bawled loud and dramatically against his shoulder. He turned his face and his lips met Max’s forehead, kissing it softly and whispering against it:

- Max, man, sorry, what did I do? -

Max held him tighter still, weeping openly as he cried out:

- Michael, you didn’t do anything! What could you possibly do wrong? -

- Max, you’re always biting my ass off for screwing up, I must have done something stupid to get you so upset, dude, I’ll let you do anything you want to me to make up for it…- Michael said softly.

- The fact that I’m always putting you down doesn’t make me right and you wrong, Michael, what it really makes me is a total jerk for not giving you the credit you deserve. And I hurt you on top of all! - Max sobbed.

- It’s ok, Max, I’m ok with it, I’m always here for you, for anything you want to do to me, that’s my thing, you know it. - Michael shoved his hips back against Max and felt his cock jump up, pushing into him.

Michael raised his thigh a little, placing it in front of his other one, easing Max’s cock between them so it pressed high up against his body. Michael moaned and moved away just enough to enable Max’s hardening cock to clear his body and nestle upwards between his buttocks. Max’s balls rubbed against Michael’s opening sending these erotic electric jolts all the way up into him. Michael wanted him inside so bad, that he slithered from one side to the other, feeling Max’s pre-cum bubbling out of him as his cock bloated to a full erection.

Max seemed oblivious of his condition as he started rambling in his weepy voice.

- You don’t know how many times I’ve wished I could turn back time and hang onto you that night at the highway so you would have come with us. We would have been adopted together…then I could have been the first one to do it to you and you wouldn’t have ended with Hank! - He spluttered and hiccoughed.

- Max, I don’t think the Evans’ would have wanted me. I wasn’t nice and quiet as you guys. They would have sent me back like the others did…-

- No! We wouldn’t have let them! - Max exclaimed.

- I’m afraid you wouldn’t have had much choice. - Michael tried to reason with him.

- You can’t imagine how they worried and all they did when Isabel cried every night over you. If they had known about you, they would have rushed you here just to make her happy. I’m sure they would’ve put up with you; they had a lot of patience with us. -

- Max, it didn’t happen, just let it go, ok? I need you now, and you do too. -
Michael bucked and Max nipped at his shoulder, making him chuckle.

- No pain, Michael, please? I just want to love you, not hurt you, please just let me love you…- Max begged.

- Sure Max, whatever, I promise I will relax, ok? But I can’t promise it won’t hurt me some, with your size…- Michael compromised.

- I’ll make it go halfway hard, just enough to get it in, and let go there, lying still until you’re used to it…- Max coaxed.

- Ok Max, that will be fine. - Michael said, not quite convinced.

Max did his thing and pushed in slowly into Michael’s still lubed depths until he was all the way in. Then he just lay there, glued to Michael and caressing every part of his body within his reach. Max was in a “calm after the storm” episode, after punishing Michael joining forces with Zan, he was now feeling the guilt and remorse. His touch was gentle and full of love for the boy who had caused his fury. He felt his cock growing to its full size as the tight passage containing it barely held it, stretched almost to its limit. Michael moaned with the familiar feeling of being full and started moving. Max moved with him in perfect sync, as one, lazy and relaxed, while he slid in and out of Michael, who was keeping his promise for as long as he could. But then he couldn’t and bucked hard, asking for the rougher action he was used to and craved; only Max was ready for him, knowing him too well. His hands slid sideways, to Michael’s hips, and stopped him.

- Michael, no. You promised. - Max whispered softly.

Michael moaned in disappointment but kept his word and allowed Max to set the pace. It wasn’t so bad, just not what he wanted. Michael felt each slick, thick inch glide into him to back out just as slowly. He itched for a fast, hard fuck which Max wasn’t about to give him, but he would make him pay too. He willed himself to enjoy it, and started plotting his revenge before pleasure clouded his mind and his body responded to the gentle, unusual stimulus. Orgasm didn’t hit him, this time it crept on him, coaxing and wooing him with a shyness that had him dying by the second, as it had him almost there unendingly, impatiently waiting to reach fulfillment, but still not quite yet, until he wanted to scream to Max to just give it to him.

- Wait, wait…- Max whispered again.

- Max, please! - Michael begged, not used to this kind of torture.

Then Max pressed into his prostate and held it there, grinding into it in a clockwise motion spiraling him into the climax until there was no way out of it and Michael felt himself bursting in a zillion pieces. His breath came in gasps as he came in waves, each one stronger than the previous one, leaving him shuddering and sobbing. Then Max came into him, like a bolt of lightning, branching out in every direction possible and screaming his name over and over as he shook like a leaf. Even the aftermath was sluggish, as if they were stretching out in a pool of jello, gooey and clingy.
Michael lay with Max glued to his back, his breathing finally stabilizing. He took a deep breath and let it out as Max took one himself. Michael wasn’t really there: he had to admit he was satisfied, but at the same time, he was sure something was missing and he knew what it was: pain, his long time trustful friend, something he could count on, always with him.

- Michael? You ok? - Max’s fingers ran through his hair and he kissed him between the shoulder blades, the short nails of his other hand were making circles on his taut stomach.

Michael nodded, and then realized Max was expecting to hear his answer.

- I’ll live Max, don’t worry. - He joked, fooling Max completely.

- You see, it’s great this way, I know you liked it! - Max sounded smug.

- Sure Max…whatever…- Michael’s lack of enthusiasm had Max shaking his head, sure that Michael just didn’t want to admit it.

He rolled on his back, pulling out of Michael, but he was already coming out anyway, his arms raised above his head. He felt Michael move, and was pinned down by his weight as he lay over him. Michael buried his face in Max’s neck as he snuggled against him, one muscular thigh between Max’s legs, one hand searching for Max’s as his other arm just lay idle behind him. Michael kept feeling this tenderness coming from Max, directed at him, and suddenly understood what Max was feeling. It was exactly what he felt for Maria! He would never want to hurt her, and even during their love-making, when she demanded a faster, harder action, he would let her set the pace to her needs, to make sure she got what she wanted, but safely and under his control without her knowing. But then of course, Maria wasn’t into pain like he was. Max lowered his other arm, pushing it under and around Michael, his fingers feeling out for his escaping cum to rim the moist, sensitive opening and used it to ease his way in, tickling and teasing, making Michael squirm and chuckle.

“Wait Max, wait…” Michael said to himself.

Their cocks hardened simultaneously, and Michael, being on top, took it to himself to rub them together. He pulled his thigh from his imprisonment and straddled Max’s lap, his free hand reached back and grabbed Max’s wrist as he pulled away from his ass, forcing it easily up again. Now both Michael’s hands were holding Max’s above his head, as he pushed up against them, his upper body hovering over Max. Michael leant his face down and placed his lips over Max’s, letting him start the kiss as his hips writhed against his lover’s. Max felt Michael gaining the upper hand and fought to keep his fear in check. He knew Michael wouldn’t and couldn’t hurt him, it wasn’t in him, but right now, he felt menacing, taller, stronger, and totally in control.

- It’s pay back time Max, and it’s a bitch! Look at me! - Michael chuckled and his eyes flecked with the blue of Gandarium, making him look dangerously lusty and sexy. Max felt Michael’s hard cock slide up his stomach as the boy’s hips moved searching for the head of Max’s cock. Sliding and grinding once he had it against him, he threw his head back and gasped when he felt Max’s pre-cum flooding his ass. Digging his knees into the bed on either side of Max’s hips, he sheathed his lover’s cock deep inside his body in one fluid smooth move. His breath hissed through his teeth, as his abused inner tissues burned and protested. Michael’s tight shut eyes opened to find Max’s wide open ones staring at him, frowning, obviously not pleased, but when he saw Michael’s eyes glazed with rapture, he was all for it. Max bent his knees between Michael’s thighs, giving an extra boost, as the last inch was shoved in. The position made the head of Max’s steel hard cock push into Michael’s g-spot each time he shoved it in, before it buried deep into him. Michael was twisting every which way with the amazing amount of pleasure it was giving him, making it even better.

- I want you…to watch me…coming…- Michael groaned, as the spasms and contractions were telling Max he was already there. Michael’s winces and whimpers became smiles and purrs as he shuddered and bit his lip hard. He went: “Ahhh…” and started relaxing, so Max could pull his hands free and reach out for him.

- Wait…I can hardly…move. I want to…turn my back…to you…so you can…watch…- Michael whispered haltingly.

Michael felt Max’s cock jerk inside him, and he knew he liked his idea.

- Can you hold yourself up, while I move around? - Max asked softly.

Michael nodded, bracing himself on his hands and knees, eyes closed as he chewed his lip. Max heaved himself down from under Michael, making him grunt when he had to pull out of him, to get back under him feet first. Michael grabbed his ankles to steady himself, and when he felt Max’s cock prodding his ass, he sat back hard, impaling himself to the hilt, growling with the welcome pain of getting filled again. Max’s body responded by reflex and couldn’t help burying himself in all the way. Max’s eyes were popping out of his head and he knew he was also drooling at the sight in front of his face. His hands had shot out to spread Michael as he forced the penetration, and the view of his huge cock disappearing into Michael’s tight ass was breathtaking, feeling the grip of his insides surrendering to his invasion. The new position was perfect for a deeper action; Max flexed his legs again and raised Michael’s body, getting even deeper still. He had the pillow under his neck with his powers, bent double to watch himself fucking Michael out of his wits. Max was ramming, thrusting, shoving, mercilessly into the clenching passage loving the sound of Michael grunting with each penetration, and squeezing it out of him. Michael’s whimpers preceded his orgasm, and Max pounded hard to catch up just in time. Max’s scalding sperm seared Michael’s insides as he writhed and moaned, milking Max to the last drop, his own come reaching as far as Max’s knees.
Michael was finally completely satisfied, exhausted and in excruciating pain, ready to suffer even more as Max activated his healing powers to repair the damage and chafing he had caused. Michael clutched the sheets and growled into Max’s knees as Max cauterized each tear and sore spot inside him. Then he willed his cock to go limp and slide gently out of Michael, returning to his original position, lying back beside him. Michael lay breathing hard, and it was Max who eased him over him this time, to wrap his arms around him and hold him close to him, as he felt him fall asleep in spite of the pain. Every now and then he would toss and wince, whispering “Max…Max, please!” in his sleep, to feel Max’s lips on his cheek, making him smile and relax, and keep sleeping peacefully for another while.

Isabel decided sex was off for the rest of the night, and took them all back to their present reality.

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Chapter 251


Their eyes opened slowly, remaining downcast, unsure of their reactions and not knowing what to say. It was Maria who broke the silence.

- If Michael and I…ever marry, will it still be like this? I will have to share him with others without being able to do anything about it? - Maria looked ready to cry.

- No, Maria, as his wife, you will be above all others, even Max, ritual included. It would have been the same with me in Antar, if it had happened. Of course, I would allow Zan as often as it was needed, for the healing and whatever other issues, the deals I had to cope with, cause they were his duty and unfortunately necessary for our safety. Geehan, that was totally something else, I owed the man big, for all he did for him, and I loved to watch them doing it, what he did to him…the way he made him feel, there was no way I could keep them apart, and Shenti, who was absolutely loyal to Rath-Michael. They were the ones who recovered our bodies from the castle yard that night. When my mother suspected what was going on, having decided to skip the dinner party to stay in her room, she just fled to the tunnels below. All the royal rooms had an access to the tunnels of the Andes people, running under the castle and once safely in there, she immediately summoned Serena. She gave the Andes people the final link to master the invisibility trick, and sent Geehan and Shenti under that guise to recover us, first me, then Ava and Zan, and last Rath-Michael as he would have wanted. An access was activated through the yard, and it was all so fast, that there was no way they could have been discovered. - Isabel’s index and middle fingers were pressed on her temples with her eyes tightly shut, as she focused on the data her mind was sending her.

- How did you get all that? - Asked Liz clearly astonished at the detailed descriptions.

- I guess under a stressed situation, we are programmed to be able to do it. Michael did it that time in La Jolla when Khivar was about to take me back away with him. He remembered it hadn’t been my fault that Khivar had taken the citadel, but that he had tricked me and used me. While Max was shitting in his pants not knowing what else to do…sorry Liz…Michael focused and came out with a sensible way to get me to see reason, and did so. While we are always ready to kick his ass for screwing up, we find it hard to realize that given the chance, he comes through all right, cause he’s here to save our lives. - Isabel nodded.

- Ok, ok, back to my question…you mean that being his wife, I have a right to decide who fucks him? Is that it, or did I get it wrong? - Maria insisted.

- That’s it Maria, but like I tell you, you can’t keep him to yourself all the time, he needs to blow out some steam with male company too, and you have to be ready to compromise, or you will lose him. He’s too high-strung. Not unfaithful, mind you, his female partner will always be his priority and in his thoughts. It’s just that his sexual drive is too much for one partner, and he needs the other side because of the fact that he can enjoy all the male lovers he wants. - Isabel explained.

- I thought the ritual had made him Max’s…- Maria wondered.

- That’s Max’s wishful thinking. The ritual actually assured Max that Michael would always be on his side, could never raise a finger against him or do him the least physical harm and could never deny him the sexual favours he demanded of him, but it didn’t make him exclusively his. It made him his warrior, yes, and first claim where sex was concerned, but Zan had to let him go to the deals, which was totally out of his hands, and let him fool around when and with whom he felt like it, cause Rath-Michael’s strong personality was there with him, defying Zan and daring him to forbid it. Zan found out he couldn’t stop him, and all he was doing was risking losing him, because he would return so hurt and a couple of times within an inch of his life, that Zan had to accept him as he was, just like I did, though I was better off because I had no competition. - Isabel clarified.

- But I do…- Maria smiled accepting the facts in this, her world.

- I know, and I’m sorry, guess I was luckier in that aspect. - Isabel gave her a wistful smile.

- I’m glad they’re all my friends, and I can trust them not to keep anything behind my back. I’m right, huh? - She locked eyes with Liz and Isabel, one after the other.

They rushed to her and hugged her from both sides, for all answer and Maria knew she was safe there. She found it hard to believe she had no problems sharing her boyfriend with her best friend and his ex-alien wife.

- Since it seems we’re spending the rest of the night here, cause there’s no way I’m leaving this apartment knowing those two are there hopefully sleeping but up to who knows what any minute, I may as well make use of my powers and make this miserable couch large and comfortable enough for us three girls. Kyle, take Max’s sleeping bag. - Isabel decided and they all had to comply as there was no other way out except leaving. As they were getting ready to sleep, Liz gave a big smile and said a “thank you” to no one in particular.

- What was that? - Maria asked Liz, as the other two shared their silent question with her.

- I’ve got Michael back. He’s unblocked me, so it’s ok. He’s fast asleep. - Liz felt and saw the relief in everyone’s face before they turned in.


Liz opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed was the daylight. She was glad she had slept without interruptions, which meant Michael had slept well too. She reached out to him for a last minute update and didn’t like what she got back, it was so unlike Michael, a lame “I’m asleep, it’s ok” that was it. That wasn’t Michael at all! She tried again and got exactly the same thing back, like a recording. “No,” she told herself, “that is totally wrong.” She sat up, quite alarmed now, and looked left and right to find both Isabel and Maria stretching out their arms over their heads and opening their eyes, just waking up. When Liz felt their eyes on her, she freaked out and simply looked straight ahead, not wanting to meet them.
She felt both blondes sit up and was ready for their simultaneous outburst.

- What’s wrong? - -What, Liz? - Almost together.

- I don’t know, something’s not right…- She sighed and immediately regretted it, knowing how it had sounded. She told them what had just happened to her and checking out the empty sleeping bag, she asked:
-Where’s Kyle? -

As if in answer to her question, they heard the toilet flush and the shower being turned on, followed by Kyle’s voice singing completely off key a song they couldn’t possibly recognize. Maria covered her ears and scrunched up her face, her elbow pressing against Liz’s arm and sending her thoughts through the connection: “Shut up, Kyle! You make me miss Alex so much!” Liz felt Isabel’s hand on hers and she knew she had sent her Maria’s thoughts, watching her sad smile, as she agreed with Maria.

- I think we should go check on them. - Liz observed.

Isabel and Maria nodded and got up with Liz, heading for the bedroom. They found the door unsually closed, but it made some sense: they had wanted their privacy, at least Max had. Isabel reached for the knob and sensed it was locked…now that was strange! Why would they lock it if they knew she could open it. Isabel frowned and used her powers to open it, but after about five inches, it slammed back shut. Isabel stepped back startled, and frowned.

- What was that? - Maria snapped.

Isabel shrugged, quite confused.


Max’s eyes snapped open with the sound of the door slamming. He tried to sit up, but the familiar weight on his chest prevented him from moving. He smiled and glided his hands over Michael’s body to find it strangely tense, his muscles felt so tight.

- Michael? Michael! - But it only made him moan and go even tighter as Max heard his sister’s voice just outside the door.

- Max! What’s going on? I can’t open the door, it slammed right back! Is Michael alright? -

- He’s fast asleep, but I think he’s having some sort of nightmare, cause he’s real tense, and groaning, like he’s upset, or in pain or uncomfortable! -
Max answered back.

- Can you reach out for the door? - Isabel insisted.

- Yes, what do you want me to do? - Max said.

- Let’s just do it together, but wait! I’ll tell you when, hang on! - Isabel dragged Liz and Maria to the corner where Max did his exercise thing and found one of the round flat weights he attached to the bar for lifting. - Ok, we need to roll this one over to the door, we can manage together. C’mon!-

They rolled it over and placed it edgewise against the doorjamb.

- Ok, when the door opens, we wedge this in so it won’t close back again. - She watched them nod and yelled:

- Ok Max, ready? Aim…now! - She focused her powers at the same time as Max and the door opened all the way and stayed put. The three girls rushed into the room and went straight for the bed.

- Ok, help me get him off me so I can get up. - Max asked them.

- What do you mean? Just roll him over! - Isabel laughed.

- I can’t, he’s resisting me! - Max complained.

Michael moaned and his body jerked as he grunted at the same time. All eyes were on him.

- Ok, what was that? No crap Max, what was it? - Maria was pissed.

- Wish I knew! - Max scoffed.

- I don’t like this. He’s not blocking me out cause I can feel him, but it’s as if he were someone else at the same time. It’s so weird! -

- Well, are you going to help me or what? - Protested Max.

None of them was ready to admit they were afraid to touch him, so they got hold of him at shoulder, waist and thigh and Michael felt like a slab of concrete. They simply couldn’t budge him off Max.

- Oh my god! - Went Isabel. - This is so not right! -

- That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! - Liz finally had their full attention.
- I think we should call Serena. She might be able to help or at least know what it’s about. -

- Ok, just one more try before we give up and call for help. Let’s give it all we have. - Isabel instructed.

They were puffing, with their faces red with the useless effort, the girls pulling and Max pushing, but getting nowhere.

- What are you doing? Why am I not included in the orgy? - Kyle surprised them from the door.

- Come here. - Maria patted the bed by Michael’s thigh and Kyle couldn’t get there fast enough.

He placed his hand on Michael’s thigh and felt him give a start as he did the moaning-jerking thing again.

- What is he doing? Calisthenics? - Kyle frowned.

Isabel patiently went through the whole ordeal for Kyle’s benefit. They could hear Liz doing the whole thing on the phone with Serena.

- Alright, are you sure? We’ll wait for you. - Liz ended the communication after giving Serena Michael’s address and turned to the others.

- Serena thinks Michael is under the influence of a negative entity from Antar, she isn’t sure exactly who it is, but she suspects it’s Khivar using a link provided by Nasedo before he died. She needs to be here so she’s going to call Uncle Derek to have him fly her over asap. Somewhere between one of two hours depending on the availability of a helicopter. Now to free Max. Since Michael is the only one in direct touch, and he’s fast asleep, we can easily trick it as it will not suspect our intentions. We must try again to heave Michael up and after about three seconds, we pretend to tire and stop. He will relax for perhaps a second. That’s all we have. Serena suggests we agree on a code word to make sure Max acts on it and succeeds.

- Shit! - Max said.

- What now? - They went together, trying to figure out what Max meant.

- That will be the code word…shit…ok? - Max nodded.

- Yeah, great choice. - Kyle agreed.

They went for it and it worked like a charm. The timing was perfect and Max used his powers to shoot from under Michael, controlling them just in time to end up sitting on the edge of the bed instead of on the floor. Michael winced and whimpered when he hit the bed, stiff as a board, yet the way he moved, in spite of his condition, clearly indicated some kind of sexual action.

- I’m glad it’s Saturday. - Maria sighed. - I wish we were at Laurie’s. -

- You can say that again…- Isabel frowned, and they knew she was thinking of Stuart.

- Where will she be landing? - Kyle wondered.

- She said at the airport, and she would take a cab right over. - Liz said.

- Maybe I should tell dad to go pick her up. - Kyle suggested.

- Your dad doesn’t know Serena. He will surely miss her and anyway, we can’t have him stuck there for about two hours. She said specifically not to leave Michael alone, and not to interfere or touch him no matter what. He could react in a defensive way not recognizing us, and he would never forgive himself. But do call your dad and tell him what’s going on. He’s welcome here if he wants to come, you know. - Liz told him, sensibly.

- Will do. - Said Kyle, and went to the living area to use the phone there.

Jim Valenti arrived in just a few minutes, showing how much he cared for Michael, who had restless periods and just wincing and breathing hard were the easier ones. Their hands itched to touch him, but they obeyed Serena’s instructions. She arrived exactly one hour and twenty minutes after Liz’s phone call, which meant Uncle Derek had sent her a chopper like, say, right away. She told them she had used the neutral airborne territory to establish a contact with the Antar scientists and find out the possibilities involved in rescuing Michael from the claws that kept him in their grasp.

- Ok, here we go! - She said, rubbing her hands together, and giving them a weak smile.

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Chapter 252


- First we must find where he is, and that’s where your dream walking skills will be needed. - Serena told Isabel.

- Why did Nasedo sent Khivar the link to Michael’s essence and not mine or Max’s? - Isabel asked.

- Because of the Antares Royal Blood. - Serena answered.

- Why did he come for me and not Michael if that’s what he wanted? - Isabed wondered.

- Antares people are very loyal to Royal Blood. Khivar already had many enemies because of what he did to Rath-Michael, so he couldn’t push it. To take Michael back to Antar would be admitting he needed him for his Royal Blood, and it was too risky. He wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret, and once it was known he had the hybrid, those loyal to the Royal Blood would have given him a lot of trouble. So he would take you to impregnate you with Michael’s essence and say the child was his. He would just want it to use it for his experiments to give his blood the Royal characteristics his scientists were trying to do so for quite some time now. He can’t do it through the link, he needs the true Royal Blood, but he can’t deal with Rath-Michael. One thing is his hybrid here on earth and another is having him there in Antar. It would be Khivar’s downfall. He is furious because his stunt failed and now you are warned, but mostly his rage is now directed at Michael because he remembered and cleared your guilt which was his way of manipulating you. He’s just taking his revenge, hitting where it hurts the most. That’s why we need to know what nightmare he has sent him. -

- Right, I get it. Let’s do it, I hate to see him like that! -

- Alright, let’s see…- Serena used her powers to move the bed away from the wall and set it in the middle of the room, Antar style. - Now come here. -

She made the floor around the upper part of the bed soft for them to kneel and she took Michael’s right hand in hers.

- Liz, take his left because of your empathy with him. Isabel, you take mine, and we’ll double strengthen our powers, Maria, take Liz’s hands as his love here on earth and you will strengthen Liz’s empathy with him. Max, take Isabel’s hands, as his king, cousin and lover and boost our powers. Kyle, you take Maria’s hands because you have bonded with him, and you’ll boost Liz’s empathy. Mr. Valenti…- Serena smiled at him.

- Jim, please…- Valenti smiled back.

- Jim, then, take your son’s and Max’s hands and become the catalyst, smack in the middle, because you are the closest to a father image that Michael has here, and I know how much he appreciates you. I know you do too. That’s your correct place and it will keep him anchored here into the real world, no matter where he’s been taken to in his dreams. - Serena suggested.

Jim complied and took his place. They went through the dizzy spell as they were taken to the dream world Michael was trapped in using Isabel’s powers backed up with Serena’s and everyone’s energy. They were shocked by what they saw. Michael lay face down stark naked with what seemed like a broomstick up his ass, all bloodied on a cot in a room that was clearly an infirmary. He looked dead, or unconscious. A harsh voice made them realize there were others in the room with him, and it came from the older one of three men in uniforms.

- What the hell happened here? I’m waiting! -

- It’s all his fault! - The short one on the right said, gesturing towards Michael with his head as the other one scoffed with contempt. - You know, new boy, pretty boy, great ass, cute attitude, he had it coming! -

- Make sense or you’re out of here! I mean it! - The older man roared.

- Ok, it was like this…- the taller one explained, - we had the night duty, so we went as usual to finish up the closing of the cells. When we arrived there, the doors were a little over halfway closed and the other wardens walked out the door and left it to us. They closed the door from the outside as usual and we checked down the cells with our guns in our hands just in case. When the doors were about ¾ closed, that bastard nigger Nathan on the first cell by the door ripped the toilet right out of the wall and jammed it stopping the door. The closing system stalled. Then all the inmates jumped out of their cells again and came at us. We raised our guns and the nigger says: “One shot, and you’re both dead before anyone can get here.” One of them took my keys and tossed them to Nathan’s buddy Smith, who placed it on the lock and twisted it, rendering it useless to be opened from the other side. Then the nigger snatched our guns and caps and went back to his cell where the water was flooding the floor. When he came out the flow had stopped. He grinned like a devil and went: “We want him, that’s all, let us have our fun and you will be fine.” He gestured to the boy who was the only one in his cell lying on his cot with his back to us. What could we do? The boy had been the first one to go in and he seemed to be asleep in spite of the noise. The nigger goes up to him and starts ripping his clothes off. The kid wakes up and says something like: “What the fuck…” But the nigger jams his knee high up between his thighs and the kid gasps and lies still, with his balls creamed. Next we know they’re all taking turns with him one after the other, not giving a damn about the kid’s moans and whimpers. They just fuck him hard and then make us do him too. Then the nigger does it again and snaps his fingers for one of the inmates to get a broomstick from under his bunk. When the nigger pulls out, the kid is bleeding back so he rams the stick into him to stopper it and tells us he is all ours. Then they go back to their cells, and the nigger kicks the toilet out letting the doors start closing again. He has the nerve to tell us to call a plumber and winks saying: “Have your guns cleaned.” As he pulls them out of the leak along with our soaked caps and tosses them back to us through the bars. He just sits on his bunk with his feet pulled up not to get them wet on the flooding floor. The other wardens are going nuts outside the door trying to open it so we do it using the key. We get a stretcher and bring the kid here. The doc says if he pulls the stick out of him he will bleed out before anything can be done for him. He calls for a chopper and they ask him for the victim’s name. He tells them and they make him wait. Then they tell him an FBI chopper will be here right away. Why FBI sir? -

- The kid is…not of this world, you know what I mean? And the FBI has been after his likes for quite some time. They’re very grateful to us and to the fact he’s still alive. They’ll take care of him. - The older guy chuckles.

The next minute, the helicopter arrives and men in protective clothes come to take Michael away. Then he’s in a white room, much like the one Max had been in, and they yank the broomstick out of him and ram a metal rod into him to cauterize the wounds. They hold him down and strap him to the table as Michael growls and shudders, and then, just like that, they start butchering him with scalpels, cutting open all his back. Michael grunts and sobs but they don’t give a damn because he can’t move, tied up as he is. One of the two suited guys warns: “Don’t kill him, you idiots! I need him alive for all the tests we need to do. You!” He turns to the doctor in charge. “Make sure he makes it! He dies and you hang by the balls!” The doctor laughs cruelly and says: “I know what I’m doing, you’ll have your fun and he’ll last as long as you want him to, I promise!”

The suited guys are none other than the two wardens from the jail and act like they own the world, so they must surely be Khivar and Nicholas, cause though they’re guys in about their thirties, one is shorter than the other one. They are posing as FBI’s for the benefit of the cameras. They know that the Alien Recovery Special Unit is so undercover, that nobody knows their faces, so they’re quite safe.

“You said there was something specifically that you wanted from him?” The doctor asks, full of curiosity.

“Yes.” the taller one grins, waving his hands to stop time for the cameras. “A blood sample.”

The doctor hands them over a large syringe but the shorter one first pushes it away and then takes it, saying:

“We have our own means, but this may be of some use.” He chuckles.

“Our way is better and more fun.” The taller one chuckles, as he approaches Michael.

He walks right through the table as if it wasn’t there, to stand between his spread thighs, placing his hands on Michael’s bloody ass. The doctor’s eyes double their size. Then Khivar waves his hand in front of his fly and his huge cock jumps out. He needs to force it down to aim it and just shoves it in. Michael gasps and the doctor watches his body shivering as Khivar fucks him hard and Nicholas keeps sticking the needle into the boy’s butt all over it, while his partner enjoys the contractions he is causing. The sound of pattering makes the doctor look under the bed where the lack of that part of the table has the drops of blood pooling on the floor. The shorter one crouches there and waves his hand so the drops of blood disappear into thin air as they fall out of the boy. Khivar throws his head back and screams “YESSS!” as he comes and Nicholas starts punching his arm and protesting:

“Hey, I want some too!” Yanking out the needle and handing the syringe to his friend.

Khivar pulls out and Nicholas takes his place with amazing speed. The doctor watches him wave his hand over his cock as Khivar is backing off and his cock turns into a what looks like a thick rope full of knots, one after the other. The bleeding becomes a torrent which still never reaches the ground and Michael buries his face into what passes for a pillow to muffle the sounds he can’t help scaping his mouth. Khivar jabs him mercilessly as Nicholas comes and yanks it out. The table returns when he steps away and floods in red. Khivar frowns and turns to the doctor, who looks dismayed at the amount of extra damage his patient had received.

“You have a week to patch him up before the idiots at the FBI decide to look into his chest and stomach. That’s the order we’ve given them. He’s all yours now, we’ve got what we wanted, enjoy!” And they were gone with another wave of their hands to set the cameras on again.

“They expect fucking miracles from me! Look at this mess!” The doctor frowned and had to do the cauterizing again before he began stitching and emptying syringes into Michael, who suffers the torture as he’s used to doing. Liz’s mind reaches out to the doctor’s and gets his thoughts:

“This kid reacts like a human being, he bleeds like one, he feels pain like one, and they want me to believe he’s alien? Where did those two guys after the FBI’s come from? They proved clearly they were aliens but looked quite human too! I’m going nuts. Sorry kid, but it’s you or me, and I choose me. Why aren’t the freaking pain killers doing nothing for you? I guess they’re right…you’re alien.”

Liz was surprised to hear Michael whisper an answer, having heard his thoughts too.

“I’m a hybrid, I’m half human…” His voice is husky with pain.

“Oh shit! You are an alien. I just thought that! How else could you know? Don’t talk to me! You just want to confuse me to get away! Shut up!” He screamed, very scared and unnerved. “I’ve done all I can for you. Now it’s up to your nature, whatever it is!”

Michael sighed and resigned himself to his fate. All went dark giving them the false impression that the nightmare was over, which it was, but they weren’t ready for what came after.


Michael was standing in a courthouse being declared guilty of murder and they could see agent Pierce and congresswoman Whitaker standing side by side and smiling. Michael was hauled into a bus with a bunch of mean looking men where he slumped in the back seat. Then one of the men towards the front turned to look at him and Michael locked eyes with him.

“What are you looking at?” The man said angrily.

“You…” Michael answered smirking.

“Who said you could look at me?” His voice was full of threat.

“You started it. You looked at me. Who gave you the right?” Michael was really pissed now.

The man stood up and started walking menacingly towards Michael who just kept smirking at him fearlessly, sure of himself. The man pretended to tower over Michael but when he stood up, it was the other way round.

“You know what happens to pretty boys like you in jail?” The man spat out, intimidating.

“Heard something…enlighten me!” Michael smirked far from intimidated, ready to send the man flying if he dared touch him as he was daring him to.

“What the hell’s going on back there?” A thick voice yelled.

“Nothing, nothing, just making acquaintance here, that’s all.” The man’s tongue shot out of his mouth and wiggled as his hand went down to clutch his crotch suggestively. “See you!”

The man trudged back to his seat to find the guard on his feet with his gun aimed at him.

“Hey cool it dude, just doing the welcome party thing, I’m educated, you know?” He grinned mockingly and sat back down, whispering to the guy sitting beside him. “The kid’s ass is mine.”

“After I’m through with him!” The black man grinned back.

They arrived and both the black guy and the other one got in the line behind Michael, goosing him all they wanted. Michael bit his lip, holding back the urge to turn and beat the crap out of them, knowing they all knew what was going on and enjoying it. They were taken to this large room where they went one by one to the desk at the back for the guard to check the number on the pocket of their shirts with a file. When it was Michael’s turn, the guard called him out.

“Michael Guerin!” Michael stepped up and had his number checked as the other guard said:

“This kid’s new here.” He pushed him to the side of the desk and shoved his upper body down on it hard.

Michael barely had time to turn his face to a side and wince, shutting his eyes tight and facing the audience of inmates who giggled enjoying the show. The guard stepped behind Michael and spread his legs with his foot as wide the chain allowed, which was wide enough for his purpose. Then just like that, pulled his pants down to almost his knees, the elastic waist cutting into his thighs. Michael heard the snap of the rubber glove as the man fitted it over his hand and then the thick long finger thrust into him. He grunted at the violence the man put into it and bit his lip. The guard was pumping unnecesarily into him and shoving another finger in. He went for his prostate and pounded into it savagely until he made him come.
Everyone cheered and the guard grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him back hard, making him land on his hands and knees.

“Look what you’ve done!” The guard scolded.

Michael opened his eyes and right in front of them was his cum spattered on the side of the desk where he had shot it.

“I want to see you lick it off clean!” The man ordered.

Michael pretended to obey moving towards the desk and quick as a flash, he bounced to his feet and disguising his powers in a punch, he sent the guard flying against the wall, where he slumped to end up sitting on the floor, completely passed out. The inmates momentarily froze with the unexpected bonus, and then broke the silence cheering Michael on. The other guard behind the desk pulled out a rifle and aimed it at Michael’s chest, his eyes crazy with fear.

“Go ahead, you’ll do me a favour…- Michael smirked.

“Pull your pants up!” The guard ordered.

“Your friend there’s left me too tired. You do it.” Michael went on smirking, the aftermath making him dazed.

The guard turned angry eyes at the inmates and both the black guy and the other one moved forwards. They grabbed Michael’s pants one on each side and pulled them slowly up, their indexes sliding up between his thighs and prodding his ass, fighting each other for supremacy all the way up to the small of his back. Then they just glared at each other and took the rags the guard was handing them with the barrel of his rifle to wipe the side of the desk. Then they meekly tossed the soiled rags on the bin by the desk and turned their backs to the guard to return to their comrades, licking their fingers where they had made contact with Michael’s ass and cum. The group of inmates broke out laughing and the guard got pissed.

“What’s that about?” He asked the two culprits as they dropped into formation and turned to face him.

“Weird! It tastes yummy! Just like cotton candy!” The black man said and the other one agreed, nodding.

“Morons!” Spat the guard, pressing a button and four more guards rushed into the room.

Two went to help the fallen one and the other two had the inmates moving out through the back door they had come from.

“Go on kid.” The guard pushed Michael towards the line and the white guy reached out and got him in front of him.

“If you don’t believe us, lick it off the rags.” The black guy chuckled at the guard at the desk as he passed.

“Fuck you, Nathan!” The guard snapped.

“No no, fuck him!” The black guy gestured with his head towards Michael laughing loudly as he crossed the door.


Michael was shoved into a room and he lay on the small cot burying his face in his arms. He paid no attention to the appreciative sounds of the other inmates concerning his position. Some went as far as going in and touching him, going: “Ummm, tight!” and rushing out as there were too many guards around to have much fun. Having arrived late in the afternoon had him soon after being shaken to go to the mess hall for dinner. The trash that was passing for food was disgusting and Michael just sat there staring at it. The black guy passed behind him and reached for his tray.

“I’ll have it if you’re not!” He said taking it away from him.

“Go ahead. I can’t digest shit like you can!” Michael snapped back.

He heard the tray crash on the floor, knowing what he had caused. The man called Nathan reached for Michael, eyes glazed with anger and found nothing there. He looked up startled to find the boy standing beside him, eyes flashing blue fury. Nathan threw a punch with all the strength he had, to have it stopped by Michael’s hand, and feel his fist being squeezed to a pulp. He started pulling his hand away, his anger replaced by fear in his eyes, and Michael let go, so he fell against the chair behind him barely staying on his feet. He stood there looking doubtfully at Michael, when the guard rushed over and whacked Nathan on the neck with the barrel of his gun, sending him grunting to his table empty handed. He sat down and yanked over the tray from his neighbour, who just looked wistfully at what had been his food. The guard shoved his rifle into Michael’s lower back and he slumped back down on his chair, smirking at Nathan’s white buddy who was sitting almost in front of him.

“You better learn to behave here, punk!” The guard shot at Michael.

“I’m not doing anything!” Michael spat back.

The guard advanced towards him with his rifle in front of him, ready to prod him wherever he could. Michael stood up, his eyes again flashing blue fury and the man froze in a panic.

“Sit down and stay put!” The man managed a lame bravado, and Michael decided to just let it be.

“I feel sick. I’m about to throw up. That ok with you?” Michael taunted him.

“Ralph! Take this punk away or we’ll have a room full of puke!” He screamed at the other guard by the door. “Go over to him!”

Michael looked in the direction the guard was gesturing with his head and saw the other guard beckoning to him. He walked over smug and cocky, smirking. He couldn’t see the wink Nathan sent to the guard at the door and made nothing of the subtle nod. The guard took him to the infirmary and wrote something on a scrap of paper, giving it to the doctor. It read, ‘give him a strong sedative enough to keep him awake but unable to fight back. Nathan and Smith want him but the kid can take them down.’ The doctor read it and scoffed before he turned to Michael and pointed to a cot by the wall.

“Ok, then, you can snooze here tonight to make sure you’re safe.”

Michael just nodded his thanks and went to stretch down with his back to them. He realized his mistake to trust them when he felt the distinct weight of someone kneeling on his back and someone else doing the same on his legs as his pants were pulled down and a needle went into his butt.

“Hey!” He protested.

“It’s your first night here, so I’m just helping you relax and sleep tight…well, I don’t know about tight, and I just remembered it’s against the rules to sleep at the infirmary unless you’re really sick. Timmy here will escort you to your suite.” They both had one hell of a laugh and between the two of them had him off the cot and the guard had him trudging towards his cell. He lay down and heard the guard leave and the key turn in the lock. Big deal, he could open it any time he felt like it. He thought he should make sure he could because he was beginning to feel funny, with whatever shit the doctor had shot into him. He tried to get up and as he was about to rise on his knees, he flopped back down. Damn! He knew his alien side was fighting the drug, but it took some time, actually some hours, maybe two or three and perhaps more if it was stronger than he thought, which it probably was. He heard voices and steps coming towards him and realized he was done for. He pretended to be asleep until he felt Nathan stripping him naked. The nightmare kept going right where the group had caught it, and Serena was now sure it was a recurring one, with just a couple of dark seconds before it began all over again. Typically Khivar’s cowardly revenge on Michael, and it had Nicholas written all over too. Alright, it was about time for Isabel to do her thing and rescue Michael from this hell like place he had been thrown into.