Two Sides of the Coin
Rating: Teen/Mature
Part Eleven
“You want, wha – OUCH!” Liz cried, her outburst interrupted by the fact that Zan had just stepped on her foot – hard.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Zan said. His voice was soft and sweet but his eyes clearly reflected the message ‘shut up and play along.’ Liz nodded almost imperceptibly to indicate that she would go along with whatever he was saying, but her eyes reflected a message of their own; try anything and I’ll use my powers to make you a eunuch.
“Yes, a room with a king sized bed,” said Zan. “I called with a reservation a week ago. The name is Evans.”
The desk clerk typed punched some keys on the computer. A worried expression crossed his face and he began typing rapidly again.
“Mr. Evans, I’m sorry, I have no record of your reservation,” he said. “Do you have your confirmation number?”
“Of course,” Zan said, smiling. He knew that by acting friendly and unconcerned, he’d have much more success. “It’s right here.” He reached into his pocket, and removed a slip of paper. Before he passed it to the clerk, he passed his hand over the paper so that it resembled the other confirmation slips on the front desk.
The clerk took it, glanced at it and typed some numbers into the computer.
“Mr. Evans, I don’t know what happened. I can’t find any record of your reservation anywhere. Let me get my manager.”
He disappeared from view and returned several seconds later with another person in tow.
“Good evening, Mr. Evans. I’m Mrs. Walker. Boyd tells me that your reservation seems to be lost. Of course, we’re more than willing to honor the reservation, but we do have one difficulty. We don’t have any rooms with a king sized bed available. But what I’d like to do, to compensate you for your troubles is upgrade you to a suite, at no additional charge. Would that be adequate?”
“Mrs. Walker, that would be wonderful,” said Zan. “And I appreciate you’re doing that for us. Isn’t that nice, Liz?”
“Yes, it is, thank you very much,” Liz said, trying to not show her relief.
“I’ll have someone bring your bags to your room,” said the manager.
“Oh, there’s no need,” said Liz, deciding to get in on the act. “The airline lost our luggage. I’m sure it’s in Botswana by now. All we have are our carry-on bags.”
“Oh, dear,” said the compassionate manager. “Well then, at least allow me to provide you with some toiletries and robes from our gift shop, courtesy of the hotel of course. Here are your room keys and enjoy your stay at the Boston Park Plaza Hotel.”
Zan smiled and held out his hand and took the room keys.
“You’re in 735, Mr. Evans,” the clerk said helpfully.
“Thank you,” Zan said, nodding his head slightly. “All set, Liz?”
Liz simply smiled, amazed at what Zan had just achieved. They’d gone from having no place to sleep to a suite in a luxury hotel in the blink of an eye. She shook her head, a bemused expression playing upon her face as they rode the elevator to the seventh floor. Zan was a continual surprise, and she didn’t know how to deal with him.
The doors slid open and Zan and Liz stepped out into the opulent lobby of the luxury hotel. Liz tried to stifle a yawn as she followed Zan down what seemed like miles of corridor. The past few days were catching up with her, and she wanted nothing more than to sleep for a week.
Zan slid the key card into the lock, pushed the door open and stepped aside so that Liz could go in first. She barely glanced at her surroundings and instead, kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the couch.
“Wake me next year,” she said.
“I’ll take that to mean I get first choice of rooms?” asked Zan.
“Whatever,” Liz mumbled, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to stay awake long enough to answer Zan. But the stress of the past few days was too much, and her body succumbed to its desire to sleep.
Zan watched her for a few minutes, allowing himself the luxury of drinking in her beauty unobserved. She wasn’t classically beautiful; it was more of a wholesome girl next-door look. Not that it mattered; he’d had little if any beauty in his life, at least until he met Liz. She was the most beautiful thing in his life.
Zan dropped the bags on the floor and walked to the nearest door and opened it, revealing a room with a queen-sized bed. He pulled down the covers and walked back to the living room. He gathered Liz up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom, reveling in the nearness of her body. He laid her gently on the bed, and pulled the covers up over her body, and smoothed her hair away from her face.
He sat on the edge of the bed, giving himself permission to watch her sleep a bit longer. Liz smiled in her sleep, she shifted slightly, and her hand brushed against his. His breath caught as she reached out in her sleep and squeezed it tightly.
He used his free had to adjust the pillows behind his back, and he swung his legs up on the bed. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillows. He wasn’t as tired as Liz had obviously been, but he was tired.
His eyes closed slowly. His breathing evened out and he drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in knowing that Liz was next to him.
The moon cast a ghostly glow on the dirt road. Liz walked slowly down the road, not afraid, but cautious. She didn’t know what was up ahead, but she couldn’t go back. Something was pulling her forward.
A shadowy figure stepped out into the road and beckoned to her. She moved towards it. As she drew closer, she was able to make out his features.
“Max,” she whispered. “Is it you?”
“Liz,” Max said, smiling down at her.
“Oh, Max, I’ve missed you,” Liz said. “I hate it without you here. I wish we could be together.”
“We are together, Liz. You know it, even if you won’t accept it. I’m always with you,” the Max of her dreams said.
“No, when you died, I died,” Liz said.
“That isn’t true,” another voice said.
Liz turned in the direction of the voice and watched as another figure emerged from the darkness.
“Zan?” she asked
“I’m Zan, but I’m Max,” he said.
“And I’m Max, but I’m Zan,” Max said. “We’re the same but different.”
“Different but the same,” said Zan.
Liz watched in confusion as the two figures merged into one and faded into the darkness.
Liz’s eyes flew open and she sat up in the bed her heart pounding. The remnants f the dream clung to her and she struggled to recall them all. There was a message there, if only she could figure it out.
As she became more awake, she became aware of the figure lying next to her. She pulled back a little, uncertain of what to do. Lying next to Zan felt natural, but on another level, it felt so wrong, almost as if she were cheating on Max.
Her eyes began to close again as the need to sleep grew stronger. She struggled against it, trying to make sense of everything that was happening to her.
I’ll think about it later, she thought, as she fell back to sleep.
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Two Sides of the Coin
Rating: Teen/Mature
Author’s Note: Okay, this part is ADULT. Don’t ask me what happened. I must be channeling Pooh or something.
Part Twelve
Liz woke from sleep slowly, almost as if she were testing the day to see if she wanted to join it. When life had been normal, she used to love to wake up this way. It gave her a chance to thing about the previous day, and make plans for the day ahead.
She tried to turn over, but found something was holding her down. Slowly, she opened her eyes, afraid to see what was pinning her to the bed. Her eyes focused, and she realized Zan was lying on the bed next to her, one arm thrown across her body. Alarmed, she peeked under the covers relieved to see she still wore a shirt, though her jeans were gone. Zan must have taken them off of her when he put her in the bed. At least she assumed he had carried her to the bed. The last thing she remembered was lying down on the couch.
She tried to muster up the ambition to be furious with him, or at the very least, annoyed, but it didn’t work. Since she was under the covers, and he was on top of them, he obviously hadn’t tried anything, and besides, she was starting to get used to having him around.
Liz closed her eyes, shocked by the thought. After Max had died, she swore she’d get out of the alien hellhole that was her life. She forced herself to walk away from Michael and Isabel, though it really wasn’t as hard as one would have thought, she wasn’t particularly close to either of them. No, Max was the glue that had held that group together. But now there was Zan, and while he wasn’t kindling any desires in her to hook back up with the others, she was starting to enjoy his company in a perverse sort of way.
Liz snuggled back under the covers, enjoying the warmth of his body while she thought more about this startling revelation. She was starting to like being around Zan. He made her feel – well she wasn’t quite sure yet what she was feeling, but it wasn’t anything she ever felt with Max. Max was new love, first love, the kind of love you think will last forever. Maybe it would have, if he hadn’t been killed. Being with Zan was exciting, annoying, but exciting. But she was afraid that on some level, she was confusing the two; that the lines between the two of them were starting to blur somehow.
When she thought about Max, she thought about Max. There was no Zan, but when she thought about Zan, the lines between him and Max started to blur.
Blur Liz thought to herself. That means something
A whisper of a thought flitted across her mind, and Liz struggled to capture it, but the more she struggled, the more it eluded her.
Grrr, she thought. It was something about blurring. Why can’t I think about it? Why can’t I remember?
Liz sighed with frustration, annoyed at her inability to think clearly. It was important, she knew it, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Liz’s eyes grew heavy as she concentrated, and she drifted off to sleep, still unaware of the connection Max and Zan now shared.
Zan heaved a sigh of relief after Liz dropped off to sleep. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to her. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her any more. She was, whether she realized it or not, very fragile right now, and he didn’t want to be the one to upset her tenuous hold on her calmness. Slowly, inch-by-inch, he started to ease away from her. Liz mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, and moved closer to Zan.
Zan groaned at the close proximity of Liz’s body. She was snuggled up against him spoon fashion and he felt his body’s reaction to the feel of her behind pressed against his groin. His erection strained against his jeans, and he wiggled a little trying to relieve the pressure, but it only served to make him more aroused.
He knew he should get off the bed, but she felt so good in his arms. She was so soft and delicate. He felt like he never wanted to let her go. Mustering the last reserves of willpower, Zan started to push away, when Liz turned over in her sleep. He stared down, studying her features, and he knew he was lost. He wanted her in a way he hand never wanted a woman before. It wasn’t just sexual. He wanted her heart and her soul, along with her body. He wanted to consume her, and to have her consume him.
Liz smiled in her sleep, and her hand brushed against Zan’s chest. His breath caught as her hand came in contact with the exposed skin.
“Zan,” she murmured, and he was lost.
His hand reached out of it’s own volition and began to caress her body, gently. He reached out and cupped her breast with his hand, and Zan who was no stranger to a woman’s body, felt as if it were the first time he had ever done so. His hand caressed her breast, teasing the nipple to a soft peak. He ached to put it in his mouth and taste it’s tangy sweetness.
Liz’s eyes flickered open, and he caught his breath, afraid of the shock and revulsion he’d see in her eyes. Instead, she smiled and slid her hand under his shirt and began to caress his chest.
“That feels nice,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper. “But I think I know something that would make it feel even nicer.”
“What’s that?” Zan asked, his excitement building.
Instead of responding, Liz sat up and pulled her shirt off in one fluid move, then reached out and began to unbutton the shirt that Zan wore. He helped her to pull it off his body, and then reached out and took her hand in his.
“Are you sure?” he asked, softly. “If we do this, there’s no turning back.”
“I’m sure,” she responded.
“I’m not him, Liz. I’m not Max.”
“You’re Zan, not Max, but you are two sides of the same coin. You told me that yourself.”
“What?” Zan asked, confused.
“In a dream, you dream walked me, remember?” Liz said, confusion overriding her passion.
“You did that to me,” said Zan. “I don’t dream walk. That was Lonnie’s gig, not mine.”
“Does it really matter?” Liz asked, reaching out to stroke his face, gently. “We’re here, together. Max is dead. You’re the same, but different, and I want you.”
She knelt up on the bed, and straddled his body, and Zan groaned. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn’t. He wanted her more than he ever wanted anybody. He wanted to feel his body in hers, and make her experience things she had never felt before.
“Who am I?” he asked, his voice clouded by desire.
“You’re Zan, and nobody else,” Liz whispered.
Zan reached up and looped his arms around the back of her neck and pulled her face down to his. Their lips came together, and it was like no feeling Liz had ever experienced before. And yet, it was. The passion she had felt with Max was there, but it was multiplied a thousand fold with Zan. She snaked her fingers through his thick black hair and kissed him again, allowing her tongue to wander into his mouth. She felt his hands slide down her body and slide her panties off, and she moaned with excitement at the thought of his hands touching her.
Her hands reached down and unfastened his jeans and she knelt up and allowed Zan to raise his hips of off of the bed and wiggle out of the garment. He wore nothing beneath them, and Liz struggled to restrain a gasp of amazement when she realized that.
Zan grabbed her and pulled her to the bed beside him.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
“I’m sure you’d better stop talking, and kiss me again,” Liz said.
“Baby, I’m gonna do more than kiss you,” said Zan. “I’m going to love you like you’ve never been loved before. I’m going to make you beg for more. I want to hear you scream for me.”
“What are you waiting for?” Liz asked suggestively. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she began to press kisses along his jaw. Slowly she moved down his body, tasting each part of him as she moved lower and lower.
Zan groaned, and his hands grabbed ineffectually at her hair as she took him into the warm recesses of her mouth. He did everything in his power to hold back wanting his release to come, not this way, but with his cock buried deep within her. He exerted a light pressure, pulling her away from him.
“My turn he said to her,” and she smiled at him with passion filled eyes.
He took her small breast into his mouth and sucked gently, teasing the nipple to a peak. He ran his tongue around it and nibbled slightly, causing Liz to moan. His hand slipped down between her legs, and his fingers began to slowly caress her steaming folds. He moved his fingers faster, varying the degree of pressure he exerted, and Liz’s hips began to move in time to his movements.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
“I told you, I was going to make you scream,” he teased. “That wasn’t much of a scream. He slid down the length of the bed, pressing warm kisses on her belly until his mouth came to her apex. He brought his mouth between her thighs, and Liz had to bite her lips to keep from screaming. His tongue swirled around bringing her higher and higher.
“Zan,” she gasped. “I need to feel you inside of me. I have to. I think I’m going to die if you don’t.”
At the brink of his own climax, her words excited him even more. He pulled away and looked down at her.
“Last time, Liz. Are you sure?” he asked.
“God damn it, stop being so noble,” she demanded. “Or I’ll..”
“You’ll what?” Zan asked teasingly, using the time to try and muster some control. He was so aroused, he knew if he took her now, it would be over before it began.
Instead of speaking, Liz reached out and pulled his body against hers. She spread her legs, raised her hips and reached down to guide him into her body. She stiffened slightly and tried to stifle a gasp when his initial thrust tore through the thin layer of tissue that made her a virgin.
Shocked, Zan pulled back and stared down at her. “Liz?” he asked, confused.
She nodded and looked up at him, her eyes burning with a combination of desire and trust. Zan vowed then to never do anything to cause her to lose that trust she had placed in him.
He began to move, slowly at first, and then faster as she began to rise up and meet him thrust for thrust. He felt her wrap her legs around him and angle her hips to meet his with the fullest contact as he slid deeper and deeper into her.
He felt her tighten around him as she climaxed, and it drove him over the edge. He relinquished all control, and he too began to climax. He closed his eyes, and he saw Liz, floating in front of him, arms opened to accept him. Next to him was Max, watching and smiling.
We are one, you and I. I am you, and you are me. Protect her Zan, and love her, and she will love you. It is as it should be. We are two sides of the coin, but the sides are the same. We are the same person Zan.
Max is right, the Liz in front of him said. I understand everything now. The lines didn’t blur, they merged. The two became one. I belong to you, and you belong to me. We are joined now, forever.
The image faded, and Zan continued to thrust, filling Liz with every fiber of his being. It seemed to last forever, but it wasn’t long enough. He never wanted it to end.
When they pulled apart, he looked at Liz, shocked to see tears streaking down her face.
“Di-did I hurt you?” he asked with concern.
“No, you made me whole. I understand now, Zan. We were meant to be together,” she said. “Did you see it? Did you see him?”
“He’s gone Liz, I’m here,” he said.
“No, he’ll always be here,” Liz said. “In both our hearts. He’s a part of us, but he’s not between us, Zan. I understand now. Max was trying to tell us that it’s okay. He’s gone, but he’ll always be a part of us.”
“Yeah, I get it,” said Zan. In a way he was relieved. He hated to think of Max as just not existing, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about this merging thing Liz was talking about. He needed some more time to think about it. And right now, the only thing he wanted to think about was the armful of naked girl beside him.
“I don’t think I heard you scream loud enough,” he said, kissing her deeply.
Liz was about to respond when the door blew off the hinges.
“Really, cause I’m thinking I heard her scream plenty loud enough, ZAN, Rath said, leaning casually against the door frame.
Rating: Teen/Mature
Author’s Note: Okay, this part is ADULT. Don’t ask me what happened. I must be channeling Pooh or something.
Part Twelve
Liz woke from sleep slowly, almost as if she were testing the day to see if she wanted to join it. When life had been normal, she used to love to wake up this way. It gave her a chance to thing about the previous day, and make plans for the day ahead.
She tried to turn over, but found something was holding her down. Slowly, she opened her eyes, afraid to see what was pinning her to the bed. Her eyes focused, and she realized Zan was lying on the bed next to her, one arm thrown across her body. Alarmed, she peeked under the covers relieved to see she still wore a shirt, though her jeans were gone. Zan must have taken them off of her when he put her in the bed. At least she assumed he had carried her to the bed. The last thing she remembered was lying down on the couch.
She tried to muster up the ambition to be furious with him, or at the very least, annoyed, but it didn’t work. Since she was under the covers, and he was on top of them, he obviously hadn’t tried anything, and besides, she was starting to get used to having him around.
Liz closed her eyes, shocked by the thought. After Max had died, she swore she’d get out of the alien hellhole that was her life. She forced herself to walk away from Michael and Isabel, though it really wasn’t as hard as one would have thought, she wasn’t particularly close to either of them. No, Max was the glue that had held that group together. But now there was Zan, and while he wasn’t kindling any desires in her to hook back up with the others, she was starting to enjoy his company in a perverse sort of way.
Liz snuggled back under the covers, enjoying the warmth of his body while she thought more about this startling revelation. She was starting to like being around Zan. He made her feel – well she wasn’t quite sure yet what she was feeling, but it wasn’t anything she ever felt with Max. Max was new love, first love, the kind of love you think will last forever. Maybe it would have, if he hadn’t been killed. Being with Zan was exciting, annoying, but exciting. But she was afraid that on some level, she was confusing the two; that the lines between the two of them were starting to blur somehow.
When she thought about Max, she thought about Max. There was no Zan, but when she thought about Zan, the lines between him and Max started to blur.
Blur Liz thought to herself. That means something
A whisper of a thought flitted across her mind, and Liz struggled to capture it, but the more she struggled, the more it eluded her.
Grrr, she thought. It was something about blurring. Why can’t I think about it? Why can’t I remember?
Liz sighed with frustration, annoyed at her inability to think clearly. It was important, she knew it, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Liz’s eyes grew heavy as she concentrated, and she drifted off to sleep, still unaware of the connection Max and Zan now shared.
Zan heaved a sigh of relief after Liz dropped off to sleep. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to her. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her any more. She was, whether she realized it or not, very fragile right now, and he didn’t want to be the one to upset her tenuous hold on her calmness. Slowly, inch-by-inch, he started to ease away from her. Liz mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, and moved closer to Zan.
Zan groaned at the close proximity of Liz’s body. She was snuggled up against him spoon fashion and he felt his body’s reaction to the feel of her behind pressed against his groin. His erection strained against his jeans, and he wiggled a little trying to relieve the pressure, but it only served to make him more aroused.
He knew he should get off the bed, but she felt so good in his arms. She was so soft and delicate. He felt like he never wanted to let her go. Mustering the last reserves of willpower, Zan started to push away, when Liz turned over in her sleep. He stared down, studying her features, and he knew he was lost. He wanted her in a way he hand never wanted a woman before. It wasn’t just sexual. He wanted her heart and her soul, along with her body. He wanted to consume her, and to have her consume him.
Liz smiled in her sleep, and her hand brushed against Zan’s chest. His breath caught as her hand came in contact with the exposed skin.
“Zan,” she murmured, and he was lost.
His hand reached out of it’s own volition and began to caress her body, gently. He reached out and cupped her breast with his hand, and Zan who was no stranger to a woman’s body, felt as if it were the first time he had ever done so. His hand caressed her breast, teasing the nipple to a soft peak. He ached to put it in his mouth and taste it’s tangy sweetness.
Liz’s eyes flickered open, and he caught his breath, afraid of the shock and revulsion he’d see in her eyes. Instead, she smiled and slid her hand under his shirt and began to caress his chest.
“That feels nice,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper. “But I think I know something that would make it feel even nicer.”
“What’s that?” Zan asked, his excitement building.
Instead of responding, Liz sat up and pulled her shirt off in one fluid move, then reached out and began to unbutton the shirt that Zan wore. He helped her to pull it off his body, and then reached out and took her hand in his.
“Are you sure?” he asked, softly. “If we do this, there’s no turning back.”
“I’m sure,” she responded.
“I’m not him, Liz. I’m not Max.”
“You’re Zan, not Max, but you are two sides of the same coin. You told me that yourself.”
“What?” Zan asked, confused.
“In a dream, you dream walked me, remember?” Liz said, confusion overriding her passion.
“You did that to me,” said Zan. “I don’t dream walk. That was Lonnie’s gig, not mine.”
“Does it really matter?” Liz asked, reaching out to stroke his face, gently. “We’re here, together. Max is dead. You’re the same, but different, and I want you.”
She knelt up on the bed, and straddled his body, and Zan groaned. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn’t. He wanted her more than he ever wanted anybody. He wanted to feel his body in hers, and make her experience things she had never felt before.
“Who am I?” he asked, his voice clouded by desire.
“You’re Zan, and nobody else,” Liz whispered.
Zan reached up and looped his arms around the back of her neck and pulled her face down to his. Their lips came together, and it was like no feeling Liz had ever experienced before. And yet, it was. The passion she had felt with Max was there, but it was multiplied a thousand fold with Zan. She snaked her fingers through his thick black hair and kissed him again, allowing her tongue to wander into his mouth. She felt his hands slide down her body and slide her panties off, and she moaned with excitement at the thought of his hands touching her.
Her hands reached down and unfastened his jeans and she knelt up and allowed Zan to raise his hips of off of the bed and wiggle out of the garment. He wore nothing beneath them, and Liz struggled to restrain a gasp of amazement when she realized that.
Zan grabbed her and pulled her to the bed beside him.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
“I’m sure you’d better stop talking, and kiss me again,” Liz said.
“Baby, I’m gonna do more than kiss you,” said Zan. “I’m going to love you like you’ve never been loved before. I’m going to make you beg for more. I want to hear you scream for me.”
“What are you waiting for?” Liz asked suggestively. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she began to press kisses along his jaw. Slowly she moved down his body, tasting each part of him as she moved lower and lower.
Zan groaned, and his hands grabbed ineffectually at her hair as she took him into the warm recesses of her mouth. He did everything in his power to hold back wanting his release to come, not this way, but with his cock buried deep within her. He exerted a light pressure, pulling her away from him.
“My turn he said to her,” and she smiled at him with passion filled eyes.
He took her small breast into his mouth and sucked gently, teasing the nipple to a peak. He ran his tongue around it and nibbled slightly, causing Liz to moan. His hand slipped down between her legs, and his fingers began to slowly caress her steaming folds. He moved his fingers faster, varying the degree of pressure he exerted, and Liz’s hips began to move in time to his movements.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
“I told you, I was going to make you scream,” he teased. “That wasn’t much of a scream. He slid down the length of the bed, pressing warm kisses on her belly until his mouth came to her apex. He brought his mouth between her thighs, and Liz had to bite her lips to keep from screaming. His tongue swirled around bringing her higher and higher.
“Zan,” she gasped. “I need to feel you inside of me. I have to. I think I’m going to die if you don’t.”
At the brink of his own climax, her words excited him even more. He pulled away and looked down at her.
“Last time, Liz. Are you sure?” he asked.
“God damn it, stop being so noble,” she demanded. “Or I’ll..”
“You’ll what?” Zan asked teasingly, using the time to try and muster some control. He was so aroused, he knew if he took her now, it would be over before it began.
Instead of speaking, Liz reached out and pulled his body against hers. She spread her legs, raised her hips and reached down to guide him into her body. She stiffened slightly and tried to stifle a gasp when his initial thrust tore through the thin layer of tissue that made her a virgin.
Shocked, Zan pulled back and stared down at her. “Liz?” he asked, confused.
She nodded and looked up at him, her eyes burning with a combination of desire and trust. Zan vowed then to never do anything to cause her to lose that trust she had placed in him.
He began to move, slowly at first, and then faster as she began to rise up and meet him thrust for thrust. He felt her wrap her legs around him and angle her hips to meet his with the fullest contact as he slid deeper and deeper into her.
He felt her tighten around him as she climaxed, and it drove him over the edge. He relinquished all control, and he too began to climax. He closed his eyes, and he saw Liz, floating in front of him, arms opened to accept him. Next to him was Max, watching and smiling.
We are one, you and I. I am you, and you are me. Protect her Zan, and love her, and she will love you. It is as it should be. We are two sides of the coin, but the sides are the same. We are the same person Zan.
Max is right, the Liz in front of him said. I understand everything now. The lines didn’t blur, they merged. The two became one. I belong to you, and you belong to me. We are joined now, forever.
The image faded, and Zan continued to thrust, filling Liz with every fiber of his being. It seemed to last forever, but it wasn’t long enough. He never wanted it to end.
When they pulled apart, he looked at Liz, shocked to see tears streaking down her face.
“Di-did I hurt you?” he asked with concern.
“No, you made me whole. I understand now, Zan. We were meant to be together,” she said. “Did you see it? Did you see him?”
“He’s gone Liz, I’m here,” he said.
“No, he’ll always be here,” Liz said. “In both our hearts. He’s a part of us, but he’s not between us, Zan. I understand now. Max was trying to tell us that it’s okay. He’s gone, but he’ll always be a part of us.”
“Yeah, I get it,” said Zan. In a way he was relieved. He hated to think of Max as just not existing, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about this merging thing Liz was talking about. He needed some more time to think about it. And right now, the only thing he wanted to think about was the armful of naked girl beside him.
“I don’t think I heard you scream loud enough,” he said, kissing her deeply.
Liz was about to respond when the door blew off the hinges.
“Really, cause I’m thinking I heard her scream plenty loud enough, ZAN, Rath said, leaning casually against the door frame.
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Part Thirteen
“Are you insane?” Zan asked, trying to project as much of a Max like attitude as he possibly could. “People are going to hear you.”
“The way I see, that’s the least of your worries, Zan the Man,” Rath said. He stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him, using his powers to lock it shut.
“Why are you bothering us?” Zan asked. “I thought you would have figured out from my last trip to New York, that I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“And I would have thought you just would have stayed dead when I killed you,” said Rath.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zan bluffed. “You didn’t kill me, you only tried by making that scaffolding fall on me. But it obviously didn’t work, Rath, because here I am.”
“No, that was that Mayberry geek Max. You’re not him, you’re Zan. I can feel it,” Rath said, his voice and his face full of certainty.
“You’re wrong,” said Liz. “This is Max. Do you honestly think I’d sleep with someone like you?” She reached under the covers to surreptitiously squeeze Zan’s hand, letting him know her words meant nothing. “Please, I almost vomited when you kissed me. Do you honestly think I’d do something as sacred as making love with anybody but Max?”
“Yeah, well,” said Rath, clearly confused. Liz sounded like she was telling the truth, and the flashes he got off of her when they kissed told him she was all about Max.
“We’re on our honeymoon here,” Liz continued. As she spoke, she slipped off a bracelet she had been wearing and passed it to Zan under the covers.
Zan grabbed the bracelet, caressing her leg at the same time and sending an excited thrill coursing through her body. While Liz continued to deflect Rath’s attention, Zan used his powers to make two rings. He slipped one onto his ring finger and passed the other to Liz. Both of them slipped the rings on their fingers, and Zan carefully eased his hand back up on top of the covers so that the ring was visible.
“Look Rath, I don’t know what you want us to say to convince you,” said Zan. “What Liz said is true. We’re here on our honeymoon, and to check out some colleges. Liz has always dreamed of going to Harvard. I’m going to do everything in my power to make that happen.”
“God, you two are sickening,” Rath growled. He caught site of the ring on Zan’s hand and grimaced in disgust. “I should just kill you here. I can’t believe you hooked up with a human.”
“But then you won’t get the one thing you’re looking for,” said Zan. “You want the Granolith.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” said Rath. “I want the Granolith so I can get off this freaking hell hole planet.”
“Too bad,” said Zan. “You’re too late. The Granolith is gone, Rath. It’s back on Antar and it isn’t coming back.”
“What?” Rath said slowly, his face contorting with rage. “What do you mean, it’s back on Antar?”
“I should speak slower and use smaller words?” Zan asked. “What aren’t you understanding about that statement? Tess took it back to Antar, along with my son.”
“Your what?” Rath asked his mouth gaping like a giant fish.
“Can you keep up, please?” Zan asked his patience wearing away. “This isn’t rocket science.”
Liz nudged Zan under the covers, trying to calm him down. While she was admiring his bravado, he was acting more like Zan, then Max.
“Look, we don’t have what you’re looking for anymore,” said Liz. “Why don’t you just leave us alone so we can get on with our lives?
“Watch it, Princess,” Rath said, approaching the bed, menacingly.
Reacting, Zan jumped up from the bed, and despite the danger they were in, Liz took a moment to enjoy the site of his naked body.
“Back off, Rath,” Zan said, his arm stretching out in an offensive position.
Liz wrapped the sheet tightly around her body and slipped out of the bed to stand beside Zan. She looked up at him, and the light shining in her eyes was enough to make him hesitate. Never before had he had someone look at him with such complete and utter trust. He wasn’t going to do anything to lose that trust, or to put her in danger.
“You need to leave here, Rath. And if Lonnie’s around, tell her the same thing. You have no business bothering us. We don’t have anything that you want, so just leave us alone.”
“Why don’t you just leave us alone?” Rath mocked in a singsong voice. “Jesus, you sound like a freaking baby. No way you can be Zan, whining like that. Not that it matters,” he continued, conversationally. “Kivar put a price on the head of all the royals, so I’m gonna have to kill you.”
“Not to point out the obvious,” Zan said, stalling for time. Rath’s revelation had thrown him for a loop, and he needed a second to regroup. “But you and Lonnie and Ava are all considered royals. That means there’s a price on your head, too.”
“Nah, his whadda ya call it, emissary said we was safe,” Rath said.
“Right,” Zan said, sarcastically. “And you trust the man who killed you once because?”
Rath stopped to think about Zan’s logic for a moment, and in that second, Zan acted. He leaped across the bed and tackled Rath to the floor and began to pummel him with punches. All the rage he felt at Rath’s duplicitous betrayal came out in his attack, and he brutally beat Rath into unconsciousness. So great was his rage that he never even once considered using his powers. He wanted his revenge to come from his own two hands. It was only Liz’s intervention that prevented him from killing Rath.
“Stop it, stop it now!” Liz yelled, pulling ineffectually at Zan’s shoulder. “This isn’t the place. Stop it before the room is filled with hotel security, MAX.” She put extra emphasis on the name just in case it penetrated Rath’s unconsciousness.
Zan pulled back and sat on the floor panting. He looked over at Rath’s ravaged face and felt a surge of satisfaction pass through his body. He felt good inside. Not because he beat Rath down, but because it gave him an outlet for all the rage he had been repressing for years. Rage he didn’t realize existed in him. Rage that Max, had warned him about.
Zan, you have to let it go. The hate and anger will kill you more effectively than anything Rath and Lonnie could have done to you. he remembered Max saying in one of their first conversations. Yeah, what they did was horrible. You thought they were your family, but they tried to kill you. But Zan, you can have a new family here with us. Let me tell the others about you.
Zan had balked at the idea. He’d been betrayed once, and he didn’t think he could stand it if it happened again. He trusted Max because he trusted himself, but the others, they were an unknown entity, and he didn’t want any part of them. Except for Liz. He had known even then that Liz was someone he could trust; someone he could love. But she was with Max, and he would never betray Max like that. Max was more than family, Max was him, and he was Max.
“Liz,” Zan said, his voice catching a little. “This isn’t quite what I had planned for this morning. Last night was,”
“Last night was what it was,” Liz said. “It was wonderful, and I don’t regret it, but we have other things to deal with right now.”
The hurt look in his eyes, caused Liz to kneel down beside him and take his hand in hers.
“I mean it,” she said. “It was wonderful.” She paused to kiss him deeply. “But right now, we have something more pressing to deal with. We need to get dressed and get out of here.”
Liz stood up, still shrouded in the sheet from the bed and began to rummage around for her clothes, while Zan used strips ripped from another sheet to bind and gag Rath. They worked together in companionable silence, gathering their belongings and preparing to leave the room.
“What should we do with him?” Liz asked, looking at the now conscious Rath, lying on the floor.
“Is killing him an option?” Zan asked hopefully.
“No,” Liz sighed. “Not unless we really have no other choice. Besides, we need to ask him a few more questions.”
She reached over and removed the gag from his mouth. A violent outburst of profanity caused her to step back. Never had she seen so much hate come out of one person.
“You done now?” Zan asked when Rath paused for a breath.
“I ain’t even started yet, brother.” Rath spat.
“Yeah whatever. We don’t have time for your stupid games Rath. Tell me the truth. Does Kivar really have a price on our heads?”
“Yeah, whadya think? I just made it up for fun?”
“Yeah, actually, that’s exactly what we think,” said Liz. “Kivar doesn’t care about us anymore. He has the Granolith. That’s all he wanted, Rath.”
Her words caused him to slump down even further.
“Fine, there’s no bounty,” said Rath. “We was just tryin to scare youse.”
“Why, Rath?” Liz asked. “Max and I never did anything to you. We don’t have the Granolith, and you can’t go home. You don’t want to go home. Your protector Nescado made a deal with Kivar. Tess was supposed to bring Max and the others back. If she succeeded, she’d win her freedom, and they’d all be dead. Is that what you want to go back for? To die?”
“Our protector betrayed us?” Rath asked. “But he was supposed to watch over us, and bring us home.”
“Yeah, well instead, she got pregnant and almost tricked us into going back to Antar with her,” Zan said. “She told us the baby couldn’t live on Earth.”
“And you bought that?” Rath scoffed. “Man, you are some kind of stupid. Zan never would have bought into that shit. So youse guys is tellin’ me that Ava is just an evil bitch? I never liked that chick anyhow.”
“No, not Ava,” said Liz. “Tess. Ava was different, and if you ever see her again, just leave her alone.”
“How’d you end up hookin up with Tess anyhow?” Rath asked. He’d seen for himself the bond that Liz and Max had, and even he couldn’t understand how the two could ever split up.
“Tess killed one of our friends,” Liz said, her eyes reflecting the pain she felt. “None of us handled it very well. We kind of drifted apart for a while.”
“Yeah, which one?” Rath asked, almost conversationally. Death to him was not a big deal. He saw it every day on the streets. “The short jocky one, or that little blond chick?”
“Neither,” said Zan, smiling a little at the descriptions of Kyle and Maria. “It was our friend, Alex. She mind warped him until there was nothing left of his mind, and he died.”
“Couldn’t you heal him?” Rath asked.
“I was too late,” Zan said.
Something in his voice caused Liz to look at Zan and she could have sworn she saw Max behind his eyes.
“That sucks,” said Rath. “But speaking of healing, I don’t suppose you’d heal me, since you’re not plannin’ on killin me that is.”
Zan looked at Liz, and she nodded. Zan moved over next to Rath and began to heal his various wounds. He tried hard to keep the connection between himself and Rath light so that there wouldn’t be any flashes, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. When he was done, he used his powers and released the bonds that held Rath’s hands and feet. Zan held out his hand Rath and helped him up.
“You ain’t got nuthin to worry about,” said Rath. “Me and Lonnie will leave youse guys alone.”
Zan and Liz walked to the door and waited for Rath to leave the room.
“You sure I can’t interest you in another game of tonsil hockey?” Rath asked, leering at Liz.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Liz said, slipping her hand into Zan’s. “Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Rath laughed. “Like I said, me and Lonnie won’t be botherin you no more. We’re gonna head back to New York. You can’t get any good pizza here anyhow. Take it easy, Zan”
He held out his hand to Zan who reached out hesitantly and took it.
“You are da man,” said Rath.
Rating: Teen/Mature
Part Thirteen
“Are you insane?” Zan asked, trying to project as much of a Max like attitude as he possibly could. “People are going to hear you.”
“The way I see, that’s the least of your worries, Zan the Man,” Rath said. He stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him, using his powers to lock it shut.
“Why are you bothering us?” Zan asked. “I thought you would have figured out from my last trip to New York, that I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“And I would have thought you just would have stayed dead when I killed you,” said Rath.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zan bluffed. “You didn’t kill me, you only tried by making that scaffolding fall on me. But it obviously didn’t work, Rath, because here I am.”
“No, that was that Mayberry geek Max. You’re not him, you’re Zan. I can feel it,” Rath said, his voice and his face full of certainty.
“You’re wrong,” said Liz. “This is Max. Do you honestly think I’d sleep with someone like you?” She reached under the covers to surreptitiously squeeze Zan’s hand, letting him know her words meant nothing. “Please, I almost vomited when you kissed me. Do you honestly think I’d do something as sacred as making love with anybody but Max?”
“Yeah, well,” said Rath, clearly confused. Liz sounded like she was telling the truth, and the flashes he got off of her when they kissed told him she was all about Max.
“We’re on our honeymoon here,” Liz continued. As she spoke, she slipped off a bracelet she had been wearing and passed it to Zan under the covers.
Zan grabbed the bracelet, caressing her leg at the same time and sending an excited thrill coursing through her body. While Liz continued to deflect Rath’s attention, Zan used his powers to make two rings. He slipped one onto his ring finger and passed the other to Liz. Both of them slipped the rings on their fingers, and Zan carefully eased his hand back up on top of the covers so that the ring was visible.
“Look Rath, I don’t know what you want us to say to convince you,” said Zan. “What Liz said is true. We’re here on our honeymoon, and to check out some colleges. Liz has always dreamed of going to Harvard. I’m going to do everything in my power to make that happen.”
“God, you two are sickening,” Rath growled. He caught site of the ring on Zan’s hand and grimaced in disgust. “I should just kill you here. I can’t believe you hooked up with a human.”
“But then you won’t get the one thing you’re looking for,” said Zan. “You want the Granolith.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” said Rath. “I want the Granolith so I can get off this freaking hell hole planet.”
“Too bad,” said Zan. “You’re too late. The Granolith is gone, Rath. It’s back on Antar and it isn’t coming back.”
“What?” Rath said slowly, his face contorting with rage. “What do you mean, it’s back on Antar?”
“I should speak slower and use smaller words?” Zan asked. “What aren’t you understanding about that statement? Tess took it back to Antar, along with my son.”
“Your what?” Rath asked his mouth gaping like a giant fish.
“Can you keep up, please?” Zan asked his patience wearing away. “This isn’t rocket science.”
Liz nudged Zan under the covers, trying to calm him down. While she was admiring his bravado, he was acting more like Zan, then Max.
“Look, we don’t have what you’re looking for anymore,” said Liz. “Why don’t you just leave us alone so we can get on with our lives?
“Watch it, Princess,” Rath said, approaching the bed, menacingly.
Reacting, Zan jumped up from the bed, and despite the danger they were in, Liz took a moment to enjoy the site of his naked body.
“Back off, Rath,” Zan said, his arm stretching out in an offensive position.
Liz wrapped the sheet tightly around her body and slipped out of the bed to stand beside Zan. She looked up at him, and the light shining in her eyes was enough to make him hesitate. Never before had he had someone look at him with such complete and utter trust. He wasn’t going to do anything to lose that trust, or to put her in danger.
“You need to leave here, Rath. And if Lonnie’s around, tell her the same thing. You have no business bothering us. We don’t have anything that you want, so just leave us alone.”
“Why don’t you just leave us alone?” Rath mocked in a singsong voice. “Jesus, you sound like a freaking baby. No way you can be Zan, whining like that. Not that it matters,” he continued, conversationally. “Kivar put a price on the head of all the royals, so I’m gonna have to kill you.”
“Not to point out the obvious,” Zan said, stalling for time. Rath’s revelation had thrown him for a loop, and he needed a second to regroup. “But you and Lonnie and Ava are all considered royals. That means there’s a price on your head, too.”
“Nah, his whadda ya call it, emissary said we was safe,” Rath said.
“Right,” Zan said, sarcastically. “And you trust the man who killed you once because?”
Rath stopped to think about Zan’s logic for a moment, and in that second, Zan acted. He leaped across the bed and tackled Rath to the floor and began to pummel him with punches. All the rage he felt at Rath’s duplicitous betrayal came out in his attack, and he brutally beat Rath into unconsciousness. So great was his rage that he never even once considered using his powers. He wanted his revenge to come from his own two hands. It was only Liz’s intervention that prevented him from killing Rath.
“Stop it, stop it now!” Liz yelled, pulling ineffectually at Zan’s shoulder. “This isn’t the place. Stop it before the room is filled with hotel security, MAX.” She put extra emphasis on the name just in case it penetrated Rath’s unconsciousness.
Zan pulled back and sat on the floor panting. He looked over at Rath’s ravaged face and felt a surge of satisfaction pass through his body. He felt good inside. Not because he beat Rath down, but because it gave him an outlet for all the rage he had been repressing for years. Rage he didn’t realize existed in him. Rage that Max, had warned him about.
Zan, you have to let it go. The hate and anger will kill you more effectively than anything Rath and Lonnie could have done to you. he remembered Max saying in one of their first conversations. Yeah, what they did was horrible. You thought they were your family, but they tried to kill you. But Zan, you can have a new family here with us. Let me tell the others about you.
Zan had balked at the idea. He’d been betrayed once, and he didn’t think he could stand it if it happened again. He trusted Max because he trusted himself, but the others, they were an unknown entity, and he didn’t want any part of them. Except for Liz. He had known even then that Liz was someone he could trust; someone he could love. But she was with Max, and he would never betray Max like that. Max was more than family, Max was him, and he was Max.
“Liz,” Zan said, his voice catching a little. “This isn’t quite what I had planned for this morning. Last night was,”
“Last night was what it was,” Liz said. “It was wonderful, and I don’t regret it, but we have other things to deal with right now.”
The hurt look in his eyes, caused Liz to kneel down beside him and take his hand in hers.
“I mean it,” she said. “It was wonderful.” She paused to kiss him deeply. “But right now, we have something more pressing to deal with. We need to get dressed and get out of here.”
Liz stood up, still shrouded in the sheet from the bed and began to rummage around for her clothes, while Zan used strips ripped from another sheet to bind and gag Rath. They worked together in companionable silence, gathering their belongings and preparing to leave the room.
“What should we do with him?” Liz asked, looking at the now conscious Rath, lying on the floor.
“Is killing him an option?” Zan asked hopefully.
“No,” Liz sighed. “Not unless we really have no other choice. Besides, we need to ask him a few more questions.”
She reached over and removed the gag from his mouth. A violent outburst of profanity caused her to step back. Never had she seen so much hate come out of one person.
“You done now?” Zan asked when Rath paused for a breath.
“I ain’t even started yet, brother.” Rath spat.
“Yeah whatever. We don’t have time for your stupid games Rath. Tell me the truth. Does Kivar really have a price on our heads?”
“Yeah, whadya think? I just made it up for fun?”
“Yeah, actually, that’s exactly what we think,” said Liz. “Kivar doesn’t care about us anymore. He has the Granolith. That’s all he wanted, Rath.”
Her words caused him to slump down even further.
“Fine, there’s no bounty,” said Rath. “We was just tryin to scare youse.”
“Why, Rath?” Liz asked. “Max and I never did anything to you. We don’t have the Granolith, and you can’t go home. You don’t want to go home. Your protector Nescado made a deal with Kivar. Tess was supposed to bring Max and the others back. If she succeeded, she’d win her freedom, and they’d all be dead. Is that what you want to go back for? To die?”
“Our protector betrayed us?” Rath asked. “But he was supposed to watch over us, and bring us home.”
“Yeah, well instead, she got pregnant and almost tricked us into going back to Antar with her,” Zan said. “She told us the baby couldn’t live on Earth.”
“And you bought that?” Rath scoffed. “Man, you are some kind of stupid. Zan never would have bought into that shit. So youse guys is tellin’ me that Ava is just an evil bitch? I never liked that chick anyhow.”
“No, not Ava,” said Liz. “Tess. Ava was different, and if you ever see her again, just leave her alone.”
“How’d you end up hookin up with Tess anyhow?” Rath asked. He’d seen for himself the bond that Liz and Max had, and even he couldn’t understand how the two could ever split up.
“Tess killed one of our friends,” Liz said, her eyes reflecting the pain she felt. “None of us handled it very well. We kind of drifted apart for a while.”
“Yeah, which one?” Rath asked, almost conversationally. Death to him was not a big deal. He saw it every day on the streets. “The short jocky one, or that little blond chick?”
“Neither,” said Zan, smiling a little at the descriptions of Kyle and Maria. “It was our friend, Alex. She mind warped him until there was nothing left of his mind, and he died.”
“Couldn’t you heal him?” Rath asked.
“I was too late,” Zan said.
Something in his voice caused Liz to look at Zan and she could have sworn she saw Max behind his eyes.
“That sucks,” said Rath. “But speaking of healing, I don’t suppose you’d heal me, since you’re not plannin’ on killin me that is.”
Zan looked at Liz, and she nodded. Zan moved over next to Rath and began to heal his various wounds. He tried hard to keep the connection between himself and Rath light so that there wouldn’t be any flashes, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. When he was done, he used his powers and released the bonds that held Rath’s hands and feet. Zan held out his hand Rath and helped him up.
“You ain’t got nuthin to worry about,” said Rath. “Me and Lonnie will leave youse guys alone.”
Zan and Liz walked to the door and waited for Rath to leave the room.
“You sure I can’t interest you in another game of tonsil hockey?” Rath asked, leering at Liz.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Liz said, slipping her hand into Zan’s. “Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Rath laughed. “Like I said, me and Lonnie won’t be botherin you no more. We’re gonna head back to New York. You can’t get any good pizza here anyhow. Take it easy, Zan”
He held out his hand to Zan who reached out hesitantly and took it.
“You are da man,” said Rath.
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Epilogue
“He knows,” Liz said, shocked. “How. I thought for sure we had him convinced. “We’re never going to be safe as long as he knows.”
“We’re safe,” Zan said, taking her in his arms. “He saw me, but he saw Max, too. I guess you’re right. When Max died, he became part of me. Rath saw that, and he’s good with it.”
“I don’t think Max became a part of you, or you became a part of Max,” said Liz. “You’re the same person. Two sides of the same coin. Circumstances made you different.”
“Not circumstances, Liz. It was love. Max always had it, but I never did. Not until now.”
“But now you have it forever,” Liz said.
** * ** *
It didn’t take them long to make their plans. They packed up and decided to meet back up with the others. Liz knew that she couldn’t run from her problems, but with Zan at her side, she knew she’d be able to meet them all head on.
Explaining Zan to the others was going to be difficult, but she knew that they’d open their hearts to him, just as she had. Zan knew it too. It was something Max had told him time and time again, but now he knew, love could open any door.
Together they walked out of the hotel and into a day filled with sunshine and endless possibilities.
Rating: Teen/Mature
Epilogue
“He knows,” Liz said, shocked. “How. I thought for sure we had him convinced. “We’re never going to be safe as long as he knows.”
“We’re safe,” Zan said, taking her in his arms. “He saw me, but he saw Max, too. I guess you’re right. When Max died, he became part of me. Rath saw that, and he’s good with it.”
“I don’t think Max became a part of you, or you became a part of Max,” said Liz. “You’re the same person. Two sides of the same coin. Circumstances made you different.”
“Not circumstances, Liz. It was love. Max always had it, but I never did. Not until now.”
“But now you have it forever,” Liz said.
** * ** *
It didn’t take them long to make their plans. They packed up and decided to meet back up with the others. Liz knew that she couldn’t run from her problems, but with Zan at her side, she knew she’d be able to meet them all head on.
Explaining Zan to the others was going to be difficult, but she knew that they’d open their hearts to him, just as she had. Zan knew it too. It was something Max had told him time and time again, but now he knew, love could open any door.
Together they walked out of the hotel and into a day filled with sunshine and endless possibilities.