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

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 2: Part 3 of 3

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 2: Persistent Dream
~ 1+1+1 = FUN ~

Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning

“What a very special time for me, 'Cause I remember what a night.” “Oh What a Night” by Frankie Valli

‘If I died right now at this minute, I would be content. Here in this dream I could have Maria and Isabel together I almost can feel that Maria and Isabel really do love and want to be with me.’ Michael’s senses are on overload as each start to attack his body with their kisses and titillating use of their tongues and hands. His eyes roll back into his head; it is the most unbelievable sensation. ‘I struggle to gain control, to play the alpha male and take my mates. However, these two know me; they know I like to be dominated. Here in this sanctuary I do not have to have my stonewalls up. I can allow myself to relax, feel safe, to love, to be loved, and yes maybe even feel normal.’ Michael moaned sharply as he continued in his thoughts. ‘I struggle to open my eyes as lips again descend onto me. Maria has managed to exchange places with Isabel and now she is ravening my mouth while Isabel touches on my chest are driving me to ecstasy.

***
Maria knew she should be upset and jealous that Isabel was kissing Michael. However, for some odd reason she was not, maybe because this was a dream. For a dream, what she was experiences was so real. The situation felt natural to her as if they three of them had always been together.

Maria kissed her way back up Michael’s chest and without a word passing between them exchanged places with Isabel. Maria watched as Isabel slowly drew her nails down over Michael’s chest inflicting just enough pain to cause him to arch and moaned out. Rath must have had the same pleasure points as Michael. Maria could not help but giggle.

That giggle brought Michael out of his haze as he looked at both Maria and Isabel. Maria captured Michael’s lips in a hot demanding kiss that left nothing to his imagination on what she wanted and that she wanted it NOW. He wanted them both also now this instant but there was only one of him.

Isabel pushed up from Michael’s body and slide off to the side. She then gently pushed him on the back until he rolled over onto Maria. Isabel proceeded to take off his shirt from the behind while kissing and rubbing his back. Michael latched onto Maria’s neck as he slowly sucked this pulse point as his hand examined her breast. She was so soft and silky. Her breast fit into the palm of his hand and the nipple harden at his touch. He heard her sight and then gasp as he slightly squeezed the hard tip. Responding to his touch, Maria’s hands meandered downwards and were stroking the hardness beneath the thin layer of black silk. Michael began moaning loudly and found himself softly thrusting into Maria’s hand. He had been deprived of this for so very long.

Michael felt his shirt being removed as Maria started to pull at the waistband of his pants. Soft kisses were being peppered all over his back while supple hands started kneading his ass. Maria started pulling down the front of the silk pajamas, eager for him to leap forward into her hands. Isabel slid the black material over his ass and down his legs. Her hands glided up over his legs and back up to his ass where she stopped to fondle his balls forcing him to raise his ass just a little. Isabel fingers briefly encountered Maria’s fingers both desiring the same location.

Michel felt Isabel behind him, kissing, fondling, and licking his back and beyond. She was enjoying watching him; her own alien sex drive was mounting waiting for him, wanting for him, desirous of him. She could feel his emotions, experiencing what he and Maria were doing. Michael felt her nip and draw small drops of blood, feeding off the battle lust. That only made him harder, wanting them both.

Maria looked up over Michael’s shoulder to see Isabel smiling and kissing Michael on the neck before she bit down very hard. Michael gasped loudly and arched his neck upward. His eyes darkened and suddenly he was a panther going in for the kill. His breath began ragged and Maria could see his chest moving with rapid intakes of air. He placed his knee between Maria’s thighs and gently parted them. His hands began to wander down her body delighting in the coolness of the silk. His destination was between her legs where she was on fire eagerly awaiting his intrusion. Michael slowly encircled her opening and slid one finger between the folds to find her wet. Gently he pushed in as Maria tightened around him and gasped loudly. He slipped in another finger and started to slowly moving in and out. Maria began to thrust her hips increasingly upward forcing him to pick up the speed, sending her spiraling out of control.

***
Mara closed her eyes as the sensations washed over her again and again. Visions started to attack her mind. She saw flashes of Michael and her when they first kissed at the Crashdown and felt his attraction to her. She saw how much Michael loved her when he walked away after Pierce was killed. He was willing to deny his feelings and physically wants for her because he feared for her life. She saw Rath making love to Vilandra and felt Michael becoming one with Rath. Maria felt her body being elevated higher and higher. She was never coming off this high; it felt way too good.

Michael abruptly removed his fingers as she began her descent only to have him suddenly fill her in one swift movement. She soared higher than ever before as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. Just when she felt she could take no more and was ready to climax, Michael changed his tactic and sent her further over the edge than she had ever been before. Maria felt the universe open up to her. Her body yelped as an energy beyond measure surged though her. She wanted more and clawed at Michael’s back, shoulders, and arms. Maria was unable to open her eyes, as images of Michael’s past, his hopes, his love, and his wants assaulted her. Maria was inside his mind occupying the space behind the stonewalls. She saw his darkest fears, his deepest secrets, and his most powerful desires. Maria found that she could not stop she wanted to drain Michael; no it was Rath of his energy. She wanted to make him weak before her, to dominate him to control him; the power was intoxicating. Then suddenly the world shattered into a million specks of light as she felt herself come apart and shake as the energy left her body.

***

Michael lost all conscious thought when Isabel bit his shoulder. His blood began to boil and his breath was rapid. He wanted Maria now, hard and fast. He was going make an eternal bond to her with or without her permission. He was out of control as he pushed inside of her, unaware that his energy was taking control of her body and soul. He would own her as he molded her body to him and forged her souls bond forever in blood and lust.

Michael knew the moment Maria entered his mind. All of his walls were down for the first time; he was totally exposed to her. He let her in desperate to bond, wanting her control, demanding her approval, and commanding her love. Maria was literally sucking the essence of who and what his alien half was into her being; he felt himself grow weaker, subservient to her. He bent to her will and allowed her control over him, over his power, over his life.

As he finally came, the room exploded in a brilliant white light that enveloped them all. He felt himself hovering and then crashing back down to earth; he instinctually rolled onto his side as he blacked out.

***
“Michael?” Isabel softly whispered in his ear, he had only been out for a few minutes.

Michael opened his eyes as impressions of Isabel softly kissing his cheeks, lips, and neck greeted him. “I need you Isabel.” Michael breathed out. “I need you so badly. Please do not deny me.” Michael eyes were pleading as he silently begged Isabel to love him.

Michael rolled away from Maria, who was still asleep, her body still reeling from the experience, and into Isabel’s waiting arms and mouth. Michael moaned into her mouth as his tongue explored her mouth. Their tongues danced as he quickly found her breasts with his nimble fingers. Isabel let out a gasp when he starting brushing his thumb against her nipples. Breaking the kiss with a devil’s glint in his eye, he moved his head down to suckle.

With one swift move, Michael rolled her over. She opened his legs as he lowered himself on her body. He was already hard and straining to keep under control. His hands were busy heading downward arriving at her luscious folds where he hesitated before thrusting a finger in. He knew that once down this road he could never go back. Isabel bucked her hips up encouraging him to slide in. One then two, he felt her walls grab hold of him never wanted to let go.

Isabel knew what Rath like and surmised Michael would be pleasured by the same actions. She placed her hands on his face and removing him from her breast kissed him deeply on the lips. He moaned and sped up the thrusting of his fingers. Isabel began to kiss along his jaw and down his neck finding the similar erogenous zones.

She drew him closer to her as she reached his shoulder. She knew what she wanted and soon found the location of the nerve. Again, she bit down hard, this time drawing blood. Her tongue lapped up the drop, as she tasted the warrior inside him, the energy of the battles still coursed through his veins.

Michael felt the bite and looked at Isabel knowing what she wanted, it would caused him to lose control letting Isabel access into him, just as it did for Maria. Isabel had savored Rath’s energy before in their past lives and had vivid recollections of that pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers and entered her hard and fast. She was ready and matched his thrusts and speed. She liked it both gentle and rough. There was a time for soft and gentle but right now, she wanted it hard.

She was coaxing his energy out, persuading it to enter her body as she delved into his mind. She felt Maria’s presence and knew that she would eventually accept sharing Michael and would make a good princess and wife to the warrior.

Isabel then deliberately raped Michael’s mind learning all the secrets that were available that he held from her and Max. Isabel greedily lapped up all the information, but she was blocked by one wall left standing. No mattered how she tried that wall remained. ‘What is Michael hiding from me?’ she wondered.

In time, she would remember all that had transpired between Rath and Zan as well. At this time and in this situation the greatest threat to Antar was TellymonRath. His mind was an opened book with the pages easily read by anyone who had the key. The trick was in knowing just what and where the key was. Ki’var had tried to rape Rath’s mind but he never could find the key that opened the way in, not even Zan had the key.

Isabel arched her back and moaned loudly as Michael descended deeper, teasing her by pulling almost all the way out before crashing into her again. If this were real, her thighs would be black and blue. She felt Michael grab her hips as Isabel drained his emotions, and submitted his will to her. She had him figuratively on his knees in front of her begging to come, begging to be loved, and begging to be controlled.

All of the sudden his energy impacted with her soul and she thirsted for more. Once again their souls were bonded Isabel entered drugged induced state whose escape was impossible. She knew she was part of Rath and of Michael, she would never leave him, never again; this time they were stronger, their love, their bodies, their minds, their bond.

Isabel was speeding towards the sun faster, faster, and just as quickly, her body fell limp as her lips parted in soundless scream.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 7: Chapter 3: Part 1 of 1

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 7: Dreams and reality
Chapter 3: The Dream Become a Nightmare
~ The Plan ~

Timeline: Late Monday Night / Early Tuesday Morning

“It's dream within dream. Lost and lonely. Don't get pulled by the devil's hand.” “Nightmare” by Black Sabbath

Michael woke to find snuggled on one side Isabel and the other Maria. His arms were around both. “If only this was not my own fantasy and you both truly loved me and accepted me for what I am. I can never tell you in reality, how much I need you both, how much I love you both, only in these dreams. My own delusions, my own mind, its all I have.” Michael sighed.

Kissing the top of Isabel’s head, he continued, “You are my past, my strength on the battlefield, my secret weapon that gives me courage in the face of the enemy. Without your love, I know I can never be the TellymonRath that is needed for war. In the end, I will shame my family, you, max everyone by being a coward and dying with the first volley. I cannot live without you.”

Michael took a deep breath, bent down gently kissing Isabel’s cheek “If we are to return to Antar without you as my wife, I know you will be tried for treason and executed as a traitor to the throne. If we return as a lie, a marriage in name only, can I damn you to an eternity of loneliness and pain? I know, I cannot go day to day without the urge to touch you, to have you. Already our parents, the council, and the people are demanding a male heir, how do we explain it when none is produced? The lie will never endure.”

Turning to Maria and kissing her head, “You are my future. You remind me daily that I am part human. I cannot stay on Earth knowing how much pain I have put you through, especially in these last few months. If I return to Antar without you, I will again become that Rath to the nth degree, cruel, hateful, destructive, evil, and a tyrant. I would return to seek you raping you of your will, subjecting you to serve and obey me. I cannot bear to hurt you. I would rather die first.”

Michael turned his eyes upward, “No one has any idea what I am capable of, what the knowledge the Dark Waters contain and how they compel me to seek out evil. I disobeyed Zan when forbade me to continue dabbing in the arts making the pull to the Dark Waters even stronger.”

Michael sighed and closed his eyes as he continued his thoughts aloud. “The DNA used to create TellymonRath was from ancient stock, a warrior who known for his unfathomable powers, nefarious deeds, unmanageable temper; none was able to control his actions. My father did not want a son who could easily kill every member of his family without a single thought, so he had the scientist put in a control mechanism.” Michael looked down and at Isabel. “That was you Vilandra, a piece of your DNA was incorporated into Rath that would calm him down, clear his head but also give him focus and incredible courage in a battle. Only you can stop TellymonRath, dominate him, and force him to obey your words to keep me from myself. And now Isabel has that ability.”

Michael took a deep breath and let the air out slowly. “Here in this body Michael also needs control for balance. That control came not from DNA as my alien side needed but from finding love in my human side. Only you Maria can make sure I retain human qualities, and like Isabel, you have dominion over me.”

He stroked Maria’s hair luxuriating in the silky texture. “Unfortunately, neither of you can keep me from walking in the Dark Waters. Only Zan could do that. He is my other side, also comprised of the same warrior king’s DNA but devoid of the violent tendencies that a warrior possesses. Instead, the scientists extracted the DNA that used in comprising of the political characteristics; Zan was given a king’s mind needed for the construction of institutions, establishment of laws promulgated in his government. However, without the DNA abstraction of the warrior strain, Zan suffers from being naive and indecision. But now he doesn’t want me either, so there is no one to stop me, no one to care, no one to love, no one to hope with.”

Both Isabel and Maria were awake listening to what Michael had said. They were amazed at how he would speak so eloquently and how much emotion there was in his voice. They remained silent and motionless wanting to her what else he had to say.

Michael took a deep breath. “I came to Roswell to obtain gifts from your parents because you all were so sad last Christmas. I thought it might help this Christmas to have a little something from home. The money from both jobs should help to carry the five of you for a while.”

Michael swallowed hard, even in his dream this was hard to admit. “I will not be returning to Antar. I had already this planned and the message from our families will not deter me. I planned to stop by and drop off the package then disappear, forever. It will all be for the better. Isabel if you return to Antar, you will be honored as the widow of the warrior TellymonRath and will be allowed to remarry either here or there. You will find someone who loves you and you do not have to take care; it is you that should be pampered. It will be for the best, there is land and money to take care of you. The girls need a father, not me; I do not think I was even there for their births. There is no memory, not even a fragment.”

Isabel froze, she was unable to speak, terrified of what he had planned. She needed to know the rest, what exactly what his plans were so she could stop him.

“Maria you will not need to fret over a divorce, with my death you are fee and clear. You mom will be relieved as well. In fact both your parents will be, they certainly don’t want their daughters involved with some trailer trash.”

Maria also froze when she heard him. His eyes were closed; Maria stole a glance at Isabel who placed her finger over her lips indicating for her to keep silent.

“Max will also be happy; he does not want me in his life. He has Liz and there is no place for a confident. Figures, I was a selfish bastard anyway, I got what I deserved. What he did to me was just, I only wish he had finished it there and then, and not leave me still alive. I have done nothing but disappoint and fallen way short of being a second-in-command. Max will be a good king; he has it in him. Many followers will support him. He will have no trouble finding a second, someone he trusts and loves.”

“As for Kyle and Liz, they will be grateful for getting rid of bad rubbish. Everyone is right I am nothing of an egotistical, arrogant, hothead, nobody with any hope for the future, no past, no family, no love, no life, no home. They should have left me dead.” Michael voice wavered off as he started to fade.

Isabel felt her heart skip a beat; Michael was planning to commit suicide.

“Michael, no wait don’t go” Isabel yelled seeing him fade. All there is now is she and Maria standing in a white room. “That must be what he is hiding behind the wall,” said Isabel to herself.

********************

Kyle slammed on the brake hard propelling everyone forward. “That is it.! I have had it. Time for you to drive Max.” Getting out of the van, Kyle stretched his back and legs.

Isabel’s body hit the side of the seat as her head made a thud noise on the window. Opening her eyes, she turns and stares directly into Maria’s eyes and sees Maria holding her hand. “You were there?” Marie nodded her head yes.

“You participated as a willing partner, not control by Michael?” Maria again nodded her head yes as a tear slipped down her cheek.

“We need to talk!” Isabel grabbed Maria’s hand and held on for dear life.

********************

Liz slid off Max’s lap landing very in a heap on the van’s floor. “What happened?” Max said as he groggily woke up. He heard the van door slam shut and watch Kyle out of the window stretching.

Max got up and helped Liz to her feet. “Are you okay? “ Max asked

“Yeah fine just little shaken. Would you like company up front Mr. Evans?” Liz said with a small smile.

“Always, Mrs. Evans,” Max lean over and gave her a quick kiss. He turned and slid the side door open. On his way out, he noticed Isabel and Maria looking at each other eye to eye speaking softly. Sometime serious was going on because they were clutching onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

The hot desert air hit his face. “Hey Kyle, is everything okay?” Max asked as he rounded the van to see Kyle running in place.

“Yeah, Max it was just that I caught myself trying to fall asleep. I cannot go on any more without a catnap.” Kyle’s face looked drawn and worn. They are all tired and the little trip that Michael cooked up was exasperating.

“No problem Kyle. I will drive for a while. You get some sleep.” Max slid into the front seat only to find Liz already in the passenger seat. “Fancy meeting you here.” he winked.

Kyle took one last stretch and headed in the van. He took the bench in the back. Getting comfortable, he noticed Maria sand Isabel talking very softly and holding each other’s hands. ‘What is now going on?’ Kyle wondered. ‘These aliens are enough to give Buddha hives.’ Kyle yawned and before he knew it, he was asleep.

***

Isabel and Maria kept holding hands and laid their heads down of the top of the seat. “Isabel what are we going to do. I still love him. I hate to admit it but I do.” Maria whispered. “He can’t be really thinking of such an action can he?”

“I know Maria. I love him also. When we get to Roswell, we are going to have a long talk with Michael. I cannot believe he would contemplate such a horrible thing.” Isabel’s voice was sad “Let’s sleep now. It is going to be a long day.” Both girls closed their eyes and slept a dreamless sleep.

********************

It was still dark outside when Michael woke up from the dream; he was harder than a rock. Michael was so sexually frustrated, he needed Isabel and Maria, he needed to feel them under him as he drove his sperm deep inside them both. He could not explain what he felt, he knew in his head and heart, but words would never do.

Michael buried his face in a pillow. He could smell Max on the pillows and that made him even harder. He felt so alone since their connection had been broken. “Can my life get any more screwed?”

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 5

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 1: The Gang Returns
~ On the Way ~

Timeline: Tuesday Morning

“Country Roads, take me home, to the place I belong.” “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver

It was almost 9 am before Michael pulled out of bed and took a shower. He turned on the water and soaped himself up. “What the hell?” Michael thought aloud when his hand glided over a piece of his skin that felt like scales. Rinsing the soap off, he saw a faint outline of a snake’s head right above the pubic area. Tracing the outline, it curved around his leg down to his knee. The snake was more than a tattoo, the skin felt like scales, black in color with a silver iridescent edge. “Now what, I am turning into some damn half freak snake-alien. Damn I need that instruction book.” Michael shook his head, mad at being what he was. “Shit just my luck. Shit.” Michael finished washing his bid, still wary of the tattoo.

Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed the counter as his head started spinning. This was a sensation he had never experienced before, it was almost as if he was going to faint. His eyes were unfocused as a searing pain shot from the center of his brain outwards. It lasted a few moments and then disappeared. He felt fine again. Shaking his head, Michael dried off his body and got dressed.

Walking out into the living, he had hoped to be by himself; instead, there they all sat, like a firing squad waiting for their prisoner. Michael dropped his head and ran his finger though the long strands.

“Morning Michael.” Diane came up and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

Michael just looked at her baffled by the kiss. ‘Where were the bullets,’ he thought. “Yeah, I guess I was tired,” he mumbled looking back at the ground. He did not want to cross eyes with Philip Evans, not after yesterday’s revelations.

“Well how about something to eat, there are some pancakes and bacon on the warmer for you,” Diane said as she headed into the kitchen.

Reluctantly Michael followed Diane into the kitchen within minutes Amy and Nancy had joined them, all four sitting at the table. The women were talking about the sales in the morning paper and what they plans they had made once the kids got into town. Michael just sat there, ate his food quietly when another headache hit him. He felt himself again falling; his fork dropped as he loss all feeling in his hand. Within seconds, he was okay again.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he reached down to get the fork and take his plate to the sink where he washed it and placed it in the dishwasher. Looking for a private area, Michael wandered back into the front room intended on heading back to Max’s room to hideout.

“Michael what time do you think Max will get to the mine?” asked Jim.

“About noon I guess.”

“Well maybe we should get going, the girls have packed a lunch and we can wait there,” suggested Philip.

Michael nodded his head, as everyone around him got ready to leave. Mr. Evans was already ahead of him, with Jim close behind carrying the basket.

Everyone started to get into two cars as Michael stood inside the door. Diane came to lock the door when she saw him disappear right before her eyes. The sight startled her causing her to drop her keys. She felt a slight wind pass her, turning around she noticed Jim looking towards the rear seat when Michael now sat.

The trip to the mine was quick. Once there the parents carried the food down into the old command center. Everyone was waiting, talking and just milling around looking at the old abandoned artifacts from the mining heyday.

Michael decided to walk a few hundred yards over to a small boulder that jutted out from the terrain. He climbed up on it and sat there overlooking the bland landscape. The sun felt warm to his body as he relaxed grateful for a place to sit by himself, just too many people around him these days.

“Hey you!” Michael looked up to see a figure off in the distance. “Do I have a say in this?”

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 5

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath, More?
Chapter 1: The Gang Returns
~ Ego Trip ~

Timeline: Tuesday

“Inflate my ego gently, tell them heaven sent me. Oh 'cause I'm so expressive and I'm so obsessed with my ego. My ego and it's message.” “Ego” by Elton John

“What?” Michael shielded his eyes from the sun as the figure approached.

“Do I have a say or are we just dust?” demanded the figure, coming closer it grew clearer. TellymonRath walked over by the boulder and sat next to Michael.

“Still playing games I see,” noted Michael with a nod.

“Of course what else do I have to do,” replied TellymonRath.

Michael glanced at the figure next to him, and then did a double take. He could almost see right through him. “Why do you look semitransparent?”

“I guess we have almost melded into each other.”

“So what the fuck is with the damn snake.” Michael questioned, “What are we reptile, like that show, V, you know human-looking reptilians.”

“Ah the Uraeus, I thought it would wait until I was fully assimilated.” Michael glared at him wanting more. “A mark of distinction, a rank. You will understand later. Here let me see your back.” Rath stood up and tugged at Michael’s collar trying to see his back. “Loosen you shirt I cannot see anything.”

Grumbling Michael undid the buttons and the shirt dropped down his shoulders. “Looks like the Shadow Hawk has also appeared.” Tellymon traced the fine outline with his fingers as Michael shuddered under his touch.

“Hawk? What hawk?” Michael tried to see his shoulder.

“This hawk,” said Rath as he removed his shirt and showed him the fully colored hawk that spread from one shoulder to the next.

Michael stood up and let his hands glide over Rath’s shoulders as he examined the tattoo. It had a texture as though it was made of read feathers. Yet the skin was smooth, from the eye’s viewpoint, the hawk appeared as an exquisite one-dimensional drawing.

“Do you also have the snake?”

“Yeah,” He lowered his pants a little until the head showed up.

Michael gingerly touch it, it felt scaly just like the one on his body. “Why do they have texture? Tattoos do not to feel like that,” inquired Michael.

“They are not tattoos. They are real.”

“Real?”

“Heard we are getting our memories back in a couple of days.”

“Yeah.”

“You will understand everything then.” Rath let the subject drop as he buttoned his black shirt. “So back to my original question. Do I have a say in your decision.”

“No.”

“Figures.”

“And what would your decision had been,” queried Michael.

“Probably the same. It seems logical after everything you have been through.” Rath took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face as he sat down again. “Too much of everything,” he said as he looked over the desert. “So we are just giving up throwing thousands of years of advanced mind-blowing alien DNA gene splicing technology out the door.”

“He hurt me.” They were now in the maze, all the paintings were drenched the in red paint, darker now in hue closer towards reality. The ceilings dripped a thicker oozier blood-paint; the floors were flooded except for a small corner where Michael now sat curled into a ball.

“I know,” Rath looked around he had never seen so much blood before in the maze, it was almost as if it was seeping in from some outside influence.

“He hurt me bad,” reiterated Michael.

“I know,” Rath sat down next to Michael holding him in his arms. “Remember I told you Zan had that rage thing going on inside him and that Max had it also. Max was under that rage when he raped and beat you.”

Michael nodded his understanding.

“Zan also hurt me,” admitted Tellymon.

“The same?”

“Worse, I never forgave him, I cannot. It hurt and still does when I think about it.” TellymonRath stopped, his voice cracked with emotion

“When did it happen, just before you died?” Michael wondered if that was why he killed Zan, Max said he was the killer.

“No early in our relationship, before we bonded.”

“And you stayed with him.” Michael was confused, “Why?” Michael observed Tellymon’s silver eyes, amazed by their fluid like state. “Why you stay with an abuser. Did not you have a way out?” Michael was thinking back to Hank and he was trapped for so many years in that hell before he was able to break free.

“I could have left, but remember Zan is a part of me. I love Zan that I cannot deny. But I don’t like the things he did to me. It is not his fault, neither Max’s fault nor yours.”

“Did I kill Zan and Vilandra? Max said I did.” Michael had to know the truth.

“No you did not; Max said that because he was angry.”

“Did Zan also deny that he raped you?”

“No he accepted his responsibility that he was the cause. Then he would go out of his way to make it up to me, cater to me, plan things, times just for us.” Tellymon crack a small smile at the happy memories. “Not all your memories are sad; there are a lot of good ones.”

Tellymon brushed the hair out of Michael’s face as he held him tighter. “Max has not been able to accept that part of him, which is why he denied it and said it was your fault.”

“What was Zan like? Like Max?”

“No different and yes the same.” Rath smirked. “Max is more even tempered, Zan had a hot temper, but it was quick and he cooled right down.”

“So when Max hits me or yells it is Zan?”

“Somewhat, Zan had been known to throw a few punches. Usually I just duck or took the blows. That never bothered me. As long as he did not step over that line and failed to stop.” Tellymon yawned; it was a strain for him to keep up his image in Michael’s mind.

“We have children.’ Michael almost smiled thinking about the small girl he saw. “Was I, no, I mean were you a good father?”

Tellymon smiled at the thought of his beautiful daughters, “Well that is hard to say. Not by the standards, you see here today on this planet.” Rath stretched his leg noticing the blood had seeped closer to them. “I was in war a lot, so I missed some births, first moments, you know. When I was home, well let's say the Palace is not a calm place to live in.”

“I have to do it,” interjected Michael.

“For Isabel, Maria, and even Max?”

“Yes, it is the best solution for all.”

“Don’t you think they will grieve?”

“No they will get over it.”

“Yeah you’re probably right,” Tellymon sadly agreed to the suicide pact.

“You are full of shit TellymonRath!” his voice boomed out of the dark recesses.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 1: Part 3 of 5

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath, More?
Chapter 1: The Gang Returns
~ Zan’s visit ~

Timeline: Tuesday Morning

“We see a life through the eyes of a man. As he live and he dies by a simple tattoo. I'll be back again, When I land on my feet” “Back On My Feet” by Paul McCartney

“Why Zan?” replied Tellymon as Zan appeared in front of them.

“That is your solution to a problem, end it all. And you Michael I am surprised I thought you had more stamina.”

“Zan what are you doing here?” asked Tellymon smiling smiling seductively at his lover.

Michael watched intensely the interaction between the two.

“I came to talk with you both. I have missed you Tellymon.”

“I know I have missed you.” Zan walked over and hugged TellymonRath when they parted they kissed a lover’s kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss of lust, a kiss of understanding. After a few moments, they broke Zan smiled at Rath and whispered in his ear. Rath nodded and turned to Michael, touching his shoulder he dissolved inside him; Michael and Zan were alone in the maze.

“Where did Rath go?’

“Inside you,” Zan sat next to Michael in the corner. “This place is dismal.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it is not,” Zan took Michael’s hand and kissed his palm. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” as he leaned in and kissed Michael lips gently, “I want to talk with you.”

Michael pulled his hand away and curled into a tighter ball.

“Please Michael come with me,” Zan stood up and held out his hand. Reluctantly Michael took it and stood. The room spiraled around them as it changed into a bedroom, rich in earth tones, dark browns, reds, and green, rich accompaniments in gold, leather, and marble completed the very masculine environment.

“Do you remember?” Zan asked as he led Michael into the room and up the small steps that led to the bed area. “Do you remember our room?’ He parted the gold mesh veils that portioned off the huge 20 by 20 platform bed, revealing the silken black sheets covered with rich furs and dark velvet throws. “You always like black sheets and fur spreads.” Zan went through the veils and climbed the three steps to the bed. He held Michael’s hand as he walked on top of the mattress, plopping down in the center of the bed entreating Michael to follow him.

“I always believed this was your favorite room”. Zan maneuvered them into a sitting position on the bed. “We would lie here for hours talking.” Zan flopped back on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

Michael looked all around; he had no memory of this place. He leaned back on his elbows and stared at the massive ceiling above them, there were antiquated carvings with hammered silver and gold embellishments.

“Wow this is something,” Michael finally said.

Zan smiled as he sat up and tuned his body to Michael. Leaning over he kissed him, lightly, and then pulled back. “You know Max did not mean to hurt you, he can’t stop it”

“I know but it hurt. He denied he did it and then said he hated me.”

“Yeah Max went too far. He needs to own up to what he did. But you also need to forgive or drop it, this is eating you alive.”

Michael nodded, “Why do you get angry and hit?”

“Why do you? We both have bad tempers it is part of who we are.” Zan again kissed Michael then time his lips lingered longer, testing the waters. “You have some questions for me.”

“Did you love TellymonRath, ever?”

“Yes very much. I told him quite often, but the little shit would not reciprocate it, he only said the words ‘I love you” when he thought I was asleep. However, I knew, your emotions give you away.” Zan again kissed Michael as he felt him finally relax a little. “I still love TellymonRath and will not give him up easily.”

“What does that mean?”

“I talked to Max and told him about me and Rath,” Zan leaned over and kissed Michael again, this time he let his tongue run over Michael lips. “Do you know Max loves you, he wants you sexually, physically a part of his life?”

Once again, they kissed, this time Zan moved his position as he wrapped his arms around Michael. “I want you. I love you. I want you to be a part of my life.” This time the kiss was deep as Michael felt himself being pushed gently backwards. "Not just spiritually, but physically and sexually. I desire you very much.”

Michael went with the kiss as he opened his lips and allowed Zan tongue to explore. They wrapped their arms about each other, as the room grew hot; their libidos kicked in as the sexual energy surrounding them began to mount.

Zan shifted his position as he placed a knee between Michael’s legs spreading them apart them while laying his lower body down on top. He deftly undid Michael’s burtons and laid open his shirt kissing his chest, letting his fingers feel the skin beneath. “I desire you, I need you.” Zan began subtly to rub his body against Michael as Michael brought his one leg up and over Zan’s increasing the pressure between them.

Zan was enjoying this body, he could feel the energy coursing under the skin, “You are a great warrior, one who never admits defeat.” His tongue circled Michael nipple as he pulled it gently into his mouth. “Do not admit it now.”

Zan began to grind down on Michael’s hips feeling their cocks rubbing through their pants. “I love you Max loves you. He kissed Michael over and over, each one more passionate than the last. “You must step out of the water, come with me I can show you the way.’

“No, Max does not want me,” Michael began to fight Zan, pulling away from him.

“Yes he does, let me love you, let me show you.” Zan pulled off Michael’s shirt throwing it aside, as he took his own off. Taking Michael’s hand he ran it down his toned physique to his hardened cock. “I want you. I need you as much as you need me.”

Michael began to squeeze and palm the bulge in his hand as Zan moaned deeply.

Michael groaned with pleasure as he took Zan in a deep kiss. Zan let himself fall backwards with Michael on top as he encircled his back.

“Just what the hell are you two doing?”

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 1: Part 4 of 5

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 1: The Gang Returns
~ Max Adds to the Mix ~

Timeline: Tuesday Morning

“All I'm asking is forgiveness, Won't you take me back again. Take me back again, take me back again” “Take Me Back Again” by Whitesnake

Hearing his voice, Michael turned his head seeing Max staring at him from behind the veils. “What are you doing?” Max repeated.

Michael observed Max for a minute, scanning him as if confirming what was in his memory. He then turned back and examined the lover beneath him. Zan had coal black eyes, with gold streaks that flashed when he was angry or excited. Right now, they were sparkling as Michael placed both palms on his abdomen and slowly seductively brought them up his chest.

Zan’s body was different from Max; a little taller, more muscular if that was even possible. His skin tone was lighter also, with a light golden glaze. Next to Michael’s creamy complexion, Zan appeared much darker.

Max was at a lost for words as he watched Michael caress his former self. He looked between the two, he could see the desire in their eyes and he could feel the lust coming off them in waves. From down deep, he began to feel the pangs of jealousy awaken.

Michael pivoted his head again, scrutinizing Max one more time; his fingers were now winding their way into Zan’s hair. Michael reversed direction back to Zan and smiled as his fingers felt the silken locks. Zan’s hair was long, falling into graceful waves below the shoulder blades. It was not string nor greasy, always rich and luscious to the touch. The color was like that of a raven in the sunlight, coal black with a iridescent blue-black cast.

Zan reached up and touched Michael’s hair, it turned to the platinum blonde that TellymonRath was well known for. Max watched as Michael’s hair transformed, spilling down his back in a long mane, like that of a lion, one side braided into the famous war braids.

Wrapping a hand in his hair, Zan brought Michael down for an erotic kiss as his other hand found its way down Michael’s back. Slowly he slid downwards beneath the waistband of Michael’s jeans kneading the muscle mass.

Michael closed the gap between them as he continued the kiss, moving his hips as they rubbed each other. His hands were also wandering, as he began to pull down the soft black silk pants Zan was wearing. Max watched as Zan’s hips started to show first one then the other. Michael shifted to Zan’s feet as he as he finished the job, throwing the pants behind him, down in front of Max.

Michael was now able to look down upon a nude Zan, his breath shortened as he admired the Greek god in front of him. He was perfect in every way, in every dip of a muscle, in every bulge of a vein. Michael began running his hands from his feet slowly up his legs. He closed his eyes enjoying his other senses as he drank in Zan.

Max could feel his own cock harden at the lascivious sight it was incredible to watch. He could actually feel Michael’s hands on him his knees grew weak. Max walked closer to the bed, and parted the mesh, entering the inner sanctum.

Michael’s hands were now up to Zan’s hips; his eyes focused on the long thick cock in front of him, standing at attention proudly. Michael lifted his eyes and meet Zan’s they had turned silver. Zan liked this cross between Michael and Tellymon; it made the transition for him much easier.

Michael traced the skin all around Zan’s pubic area avoiding his cock. When Zan turned his hips slightly to one side, Michael’s hand moved in the opposite direction, teasing the sensitive area. Zan opened his legs farther inviting Michael in, tantalizing him to take the bait. Pre-cum was dripping like honey from his rounded cock head. Michael came in closer as he bent forward, Max let out a sharp yelp, desperate for an intake of air as Michael’s tongue flicked the tip of Zan’s cock. Michael heard him in the background but choose to ignore him for now as he gently lowered his arms down settling his mouth firmly on Zan’s cock.

Zan cried out in pleasure when he felt Michael on him. Max began to shake; the excitement along with his desire for Michael heightened by this pornographic play. Slowly he climbed on top the bed and made his way to Michael.

Michael swallowed Zan’s cock head letting his tongue swirl around, squeezing the flesh just slightly. He licked up and down the shaft as Zan withed under him. Then he brought his mouth up and almost off the tip. Slowly returned he stopped just little below the head and twisted his mouth, using just a bit of teeth, making a small nip upwards. He did it again as Zan began to shake uncontrollably, his cock spasm. Michael took the whole length in once more in a strong sucking motion as Zan screamed.

“Damn where did you learn to do that?” Michael let up his grip and slowly removed his mouth. Zan quickly moved his legs, encircled Michael’s waist rolling him over in one smooth move.

Michael was now on the bottom as Zan leaned in for a kiss, their legs and arms were wrapped one around the other. Max came closer; soon he was behind Zan as he tapped him on the back. Zan rolled off Michael, curled his feet around himself and sat up waiting for Max to speak. Michael also sat up, Indian style waiting for what was to happen.

“What are you two doing?”

“Isn’t that obvious Max,” sneered Michael. Zan reached behind his back and grabbed Michael’s hand squeezing it to calm him.

“We were talking Max, would you like to join.” Zan sighed as he continued. “I think there are some items that need to be addressed.”

“I um..” Max paused, “I got mad because you accused me of raping you.”

“MAX” warned Zan. “You need to face the music, time to tell the truth.”

“I am. It is his fault he shouldn’t have been there.”

“Who?” Zan questioned. “Michael or TellymonRath?”

"Who is TellymonRath?”

“Do you not even remember his full name?” Zan shook his head. “We called him Tellymon, remember?”

“No.”

Zan took a deep breath and shook his head. “Whom did you find where?”

“Rath, in Tran’s room.”

“Do you remember everything about what transpired, Max?”

“No!”

“Then how do you know what you remember is a complete memory. There may be more to the story.” Zan swallowed hard. “I told you the memories are from the past and not now. You needed to keep that in mind. You punished Michael for something Tellymon did in another life.”

Max was quiet staring at Zan’s body, noting what his former self looked like.

“I warned you about the rage. I told you I almost killed Tellymon and to be careful. I even…” Zan broke off. “I learned so much when I died. How I wish I had that knowledge earlier, like you have a chance now.”

Max cast his eyes downward, inside he knew the flashes he got from Michael was the truth but he could not accept that he was capable of such a barbaric act.

Zan continued, “I was the one who found Tellymon in Tran’s arms. I am the one who raped and beat him after he returned to the Palace.” Zan stopped, as he looked skyward, “I am the one who forced the bond between us, so that he would want no one else. I did it without his consent brutally.”

Zan wiped his hand across his mouth and chin, his hand was visibly shaking. “Because of me Tellymon took his blade and slit his own throat, Vilandra found him in his bathroom, minutes later; he almost died that night. I can still see the blood pooled under the door as we forced it opened.”

Michael looked at Zan, “Oh my god.” His stomach felt sick as Tellymon inside him relived bits and bits of that attack. It was brutal; the repercussions of that action helped in the destruction of Antar; what the royal family did always had an impact on society, even in their so-called private lives.

“That was the last time I ever touched him in anger. I tried so hard to keep it under control. It was a constant battle, but one I was determined to win. It was hard for both of us, took us a long time to heal. I know Tellymon has never forgiven me, and I can live with that.”

Zan turned around to Michael and stroked his cheek. “I can never forgive myself either. Nevertheless, we survived we made it.” He kissed Michael’s palm, “and I love him now than ever before.”

Zan kissed Michael’s other palm. “I still get mad and have been known to throw punches or yell, okay I have a bad temper and yell a lot, but I will never allow that rage to consume me again. That is what I am, far from perfect. And you Max are not perfect either.”

Looking at Max with coal black eyes, the former King of Antar flatly and coldly stated, “You are repeating the past Max, Michael is going to commit suicide because of what you did.”

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 1: Part 5A of 5AB

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 1: The Gang Returns
~ Angry Eyes ~

Timeline: Tuesday Morning

"Can you forgive me again? I don't know what I said, but I didn't mean to hurt you. I heard the words come out. I felt like I would die. It hurt so much to hurt you. Then you look at me. You're not shouting anymore. You're silently broken. I'd give anything now to hear those words from you " "Forgive Me" by Evanescence

Max look dumbstruck, he was silent, even a breath did not escape his lips. Suddenly he sucked in air as he snapped into reality. “What do you mean? Michael?” Turning he saw Michael his head down in his lap, the long hair cascading in front of him. Max also noticed, while Michael had his shoulders extended towards him, a hawk tattoo across from one edge to the edge. It was faint, but there was one.

Max, shifted closer to Michael, he went to touch him and then stopped, recoiling his hand. “Michael,” he said softly. There was no response. “Please Michael look at me.” This time he gently put one finger under his chin and raised his head. Tears were streaming down his face, all the pain had surfaced. “What have I done?” Max took Michael in his arms and let him cry while stroking his back.

It felt as though a thousand years had passed, they sat there intertwined; both on their knees, the only noise in the room were the quiet sobs. Zan look over, they had to heal and Michael needed to return from the waters. The first step was taken; hopefully this time there would no setbacks.

Max once again held Michael’s head up and looked into the silver eyes as they returned to brown. His kissed his cheek, drying the tears. Rubbing his thumb across his cheek and down his jaw line, Max softly kissed his lips, “I love you Michael,” Max choked back the tears, “I always have.”

Michael wiped his hand over his eyes, “You hurt me Max. You said I lied. You said you hated me, that I killed you and Vilandra.”

“I know. I am so sorry. I did it. I raped you. I hit you with that stick. I wanted to hurt you; I wanted to cause you so much pain.” Max now had the tears in his eyes, as they flooded over the lower lid cascading downward.

Zan slid up to the two of them; from the back of Michael, he wrapped his arms around him, kissing his shoulders. “We both love you Michael. You have nothing to fear from us again.” Zan held him tight, his chest pressed up against Michael’s back. He rubbed his cheek against Michael’s hair, he always smelled like life. Zan withdrew his hands from Michael’s chest nod began to rub his back, loosening the tense muscles in the shoulders. Michael leaned into Zan’s touch, his hands always made Tellymon relax, tired, free.

Max’s eyes passed Michael shoulder to see what Zan was doing. He questioned with a look why he was seducing Michael. Zan nonverbally sent back his communication by leaning Michael’s head back taking him in a deep kiss. Releasing his grip slightly Zan then whispered in his ear, “I love you. Let me show you what love is. Let me show you life. Come out of the waters and join us.”

Max just watch in fascination as Michael allowed himself to be kissed and touched, he looked so relaxed, Zan had a special touch, he knew how to soothe him. Max took the chance; he placed his hand behind Michael’s head, his fingers softly curled into the strands of hair, as he brought his face close in. This time the kiss was not soft, but demanding, he felt Michael’s breath stopped for a few seconds. Then slowly his lips parted as his tongue rimmed the soft flesh just under Max’s top lip.

Max deepened the kiss, pulling Michael into him. He felt the hidden desire break onto the surface, things would never be the same between them. His tongue was prodding Michael’s open mouth, discovering all the secrets he could. His other hand was making its way downward, experiencing all that there was.

Max held on tight to Michel’s neck, afraid that he would reject him. His lips latched onto Michael’s; even as breath got short, he refused to break the kiss. Finally, he broke off for a quick gasp of air as he again attacked Michael’s hungry mouth. Max had never felt like this; his kisses were enveloping, he felt himself drowning, he was seduced into the ecstasy that only Michael’s body could produce.

Michael responded to Max’s touch as, his own hands wandered down Max’s shirt. He balled up the end of the material and brought the shirt up and over Max’s head. Throwing the offending piece of cloth away, Michael concentrated on the next clothing item.

Zan was busy kissing, caressing, and nipping the expansive sea of flesh in from of him, as he kept his hips in contact with Michael. He began to grind himself against the hard ass muscles, his cock slipped in between the cheeks riding the space provided. Soft long moans emitted from deep inside Zan’s chest, his eyes were aglow, gold sparks danced as he rolled his eyes back at the sensation his cock was creating.

Michael could feel Zan’s cock dry humping; his back muscles absorbed the rumbles from Zan’s moans. Wanting to feel Zan more Michael began to tilt Max backward letting him shift his legs as he fell.

Zan felt Michael tipped forward exposing himself, Zan smiled knowing Michael and Tellymon both wanted him. He ran his hands down Michaels back as the muscles shivered in response. He leaned in and bit, a small bite that pierced the skin drawing a drop of blood. Zan could feel Tellymon inside Michael, their power was doubled; he was stronger, yet far more fragile than Tellymon ever was. Zan knew he would be content when he dissolved into Max; Michael had a great love for them both. Now if he could only keep him alive, to advert another tragedy.

Pressing his finger into the flesh as he rounded his ass, Zan slid down in the crack zeroing in on the target. He gently entered putting pressure on their alien gland coaxing the sensations hidden within. Michael moaned deep as he laid his head down on Max’s chest.

Max felt Michael shake and shudder, then all of the sudden he felt a surge of euphoria tear through him as it came off Michael’s body. Max, could perceive Zan thrusting his fingers into Michael’s backside, with each thrust, Michael moaned and shuddered. Zan could feel Max eyeballing him, as he continued to finger fuck Michael. Max could not understand why Michael was getting so aroused; he had heard it always hurt when someone did that.

Zan realized, observing Max’s startled and perplexed face that he had never done this with Michael, or anyone else, at least that Max remembered. Zan leaned forward, stilling his hand for a second, as he whispered in Michael’s ear. Michael nodded as he took a deep breath and brought his head off Max’s chest.

Michael’s eyes rose as they locked with Max. They pierced through Max, locking him in place as Michael adjusted himself and began to drag his hands down from Max’s taut muscular chest, down his rigid abs, and then further as the fabric of his pants dissolves at Michael’s scant touch. Soon his was naked, as the proverbial day he was born, er hatched.

Max’s cock was straight as an arrow, point up, hard as steel. Michael’s fingertips spread downwards, coming closer as Max’s breath hitched. He was within a hairs width of the two making contact, when unexpectedly Michael pulled his hand back as if he had touched a hot griddle. He then twisted out and away from Zan and curled back up into a ball.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 8: Chapter 1: Part 5B of 5AB

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 1: The Gang Returns
~ Angry Eyes ~

Timeline: Tuesday Morning

“Past lives I've lived. Uncontrolled but sacred. You've finally seen all that's left of me. So hard to feel. So hard to breathe. Will you forgive me?” "Forgive Me" by Godsmack

The abrupt move surprised Zan as he pondered on the action, Michael was so close to touching Max’s cock and then he panicked. Thinking for a few moments Zan ascertained that Max’s cock, the weapon used in the attack, triggered Michael into another episode.

Sighing deeply, Zan navigated over to Michael where he maneuvered him out of his ball status and into his arms. Speaking softly as if to a child, Zan analyzed the problem, “Michael, when Max raped you he did not do it for sex, it was not for love. It was an act of violence; his used his cock and the sexual feelings that come with the territory to commit that terrible and horrible act.” Zan raised up Michael head so he could see his eyes. They were clear and lucid, that was a good sign. “He, no the rage of Uthrox, did it. You understand that rage.”

Michael nodded his head in response as he held it tight against Zan’s chest. “You let it loose on the battlefields, letting Uthrox’s rage expel itself from your body, to temper the Dark Waters. That is why no Antarian, no known species in our galaxy can win against you in a fair battle. You are incredible, legendary, the power that flows from you, the ability to make the enemy fear, to plant terror in their minds, to make them tremble at your name…”

Zan stopped as he smiled, he was always so proud of his warrior, he was the most virile, the greatest champion that Antar ever produced. Zan smiled even wider when he thought of the dozens of military men and lesser royals who were constantly on the make out for TellymonRath, his lover, his confident, how he loved to see them drool in secret, knowing that the King was with Rath day and night.

Clearing his throat Zan continued, “In as much as you instill fear in the enemy you can also make those you love, feel that love, the intensity, animalistic, lascivious, carnal, raw, erotic, salacious; an hallucinatory drug that bring us back to you again and again. Why do think Maria always comes back? Or why Isabel always forgives you. You big lughead, did you think it was for your incredible thick, long… okay that could be a factor.” Zan chuckled, deep, his chest rippled against Michael’s cheek as he curled in further.

Zan knew just what to do to make Tellymon feel safe and protected; the same methods were apparently working on Michael. “We do not want to hurt you; we only want to heal the damage between all of us, to make us one again, to feel the connection return.”

Max listen intently to Zan, about the role his cock played in the brutal act, he did use it as a weapon instead as an act of love. It was wrong so wrong; Max felt the despair that Michael must have been harboring, the terror, the confusion, the fear of rejection and pain. Zan continued to soothe and care for Michael. Max slide over and indicated to Zan to move away, he was the one that needed to make mends, to seal the cuts, to cement the cracks in their lives.

Zan held Michael at arm’s length; he smiled at him as he released his lover to Max. Michael tensed up, the fear had returned. Max could feel the dread that he would again commit such an atrocity, Max made his stand as he reached for Michael, strong, determine not to fail. He took one arm gently and then the other, as he brought his chest into alignment with Michael’s. He wrapped his legs around him, endeavoring to envelope him in a security of love. They meet, chest to chest, hip to hip, cock to cock. Max could feel the terror level rise in Michael as he braced for what was to come.

Max let go his arms as he brushed the hair from his face, “I like your hair this color,” Max softly noted as he took a handful, smelled it and kissed it. “You smell incredible, strong, life enduring, never ending.”

Michael eyes again changed to the liquid silver, he was desperate for Max to love him, yet fearful of the outcome.

“If you don’t want me to touch you I won’t.” Max said those words in apprehension, fearful that Michael will rebuke him forever, as it would he his right to do. “I’ll understand.” Max waited to see if Michael would rolled off into another ball. When Michael did not run, Max took the chance as he leaned their foreheads together. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. From now on, you take the lead, I will follow.”

A shimmer danced across Michael’s eyes, a replica of the Northern Lights, it was brief, but that small act indicated Michael was responsive. Max waited for what seem like an eternity, for Michael to make the first move, their foreheads still touching. He held his breath fearful if he released it Michael would disappear, his muscles were rigid, tenser than they have ever been.

Michael cocked his head slightly and unconsciously licked the center of his upper lip, trapping his tongue between his teeth as it retreated. Then as if in slow motion, frame by frame, he moved forward that fraction of an inch as their lips meet. Max felt the passion under the surface as his heart made room and his soul waited for their joining.

That simple kiss soon exploded into a myriad of intense passion filled-kisses that flooded the room. Max felt Michael move his legs rising up onto his knees, then he pushed Max down onto the bed. Max went down willing, enjoying the weight of Michael upon him. Their hands and lips were everywhere; Max participated freely, sensing Michael was a terms with the act. Michael could feel Zan behind him and desired for him to continue to complete the act. He pushed up on his arms, placing his knees between Max’s legs opening them wide. Then he dropped to his forearms, while remaining on his knees, his upper body was in full contact with Max.

Zan could feel all that Max was experiencing, it was if he himself was kissing Michael, and in a way, he was. Zan could tell Michael wanted him to continue his earlier adventure as he once again slid in behind him. The scene before Zan was very sensual as he licked his lips and took a deep breath. He fingers once again found their home in long demanding strokes causing Michael to moan loudly and buck backwards.

Zan could feel that Michael was ready as he brought his cock up ready to enter. He teased Michael, prodding the hole, just barely breaking the barrier and then back up.

Michael was in heaven, he tried several times to buck onto Zan’s cock but he held him fast. Zan was holding back and Michael knew why. Michael raised back up onto his knees allowing Zan to kiss him as his head tilted far back, exposing his throat. When the kiss ended, Michael turned his attention back to Max.

“Please Max,” Michel asked as he nudged Max to roll over. Max understood what Michael’s intentions were as he rolled quickly over rising himself up on his knees. “Relax; it does not hurt if done right.” Where as the male Antarian who possessed this gland did experience the extraordinary sexual pleasure it exuded; however if done incorrectly or in anger the outcome was as if the person was being ripped apart alive, that was the pain Michael experienced before he passed out.

Tellymon helped to guide Michael as he gently pushed Max down on the bed, until his cheek rest on the fur spread. “It is more comfortable for you this way.” Using a little alien know how he moved a pillow under Max to lessen the strain on his back. Covering Max’s hands with his own, Michael began a slow retreat, caressing and kneading the muscles as he went. Once he reached the shoulders Michael kissed them as his hands trailed downward, each thumb lined up against the spinal cord, the fingers fanned out covering the expanse.

Max relaxed at his touch, it was an incredible feeling just as Zan said. Max felt the weight lift off his back as Michael again came onto his knees. Kissing Max’s lower back, he let his finger brush lightly against the entrance. Max froze as he felt Michael so close to forbidden territory, this was so knew to him. He forced himself to relax as a gentle breeze blew over him entering his mind, calming, powerfully sensual. Michael knew the moment Max relaxed as he slid one finger in, letting it glide back and forth across the gland.

Max’s eyes shot opened as the strongest bout of lust he had even known took hold of him. He was unable to contain himself as he moaned loudly. Michael leaned forward as he added another finger also hitting the prostrate, doubling the pleasure, “It is rush, isn’t it?” Max could not do anything but nod. “Do you like, Max? Do you want me to go further?” Michael added another finger as Max bucked back into him almost knocking Michael in Zan’s cock.

“Yes, Michael. Oh yes.” Max stuttered out. “Don’t stop. I have never felt this good.”

Michael could feel Max’s need to come as he continued the fuck him, altering the pattern of his fingers, with and depth. “You want to come, don’t you Max. Let me take you further.”

He withdrew his fingers and turned Max back. He could see his eyes full of lust as he leaned forward to kiss him. At the same time, Michael grabbed Max’s knees and pushed him back onto his shoulders as he slid the pillow under him for leverage. Michael lowered Max’s legs as he again leaned forward to take Max in a deep kiss as Zan made his long awaited move.

He position the head at the entrance and pushed in, the passage was still slick allowing Zan to fill Michael all the way to the hilt. He pulled out slightly and then gave a mighty thrust as he locked himself in deep and tight, as he waited for Michael.

Michael tensed when Zan entered him, he was long and big, the cavity filled to the maximum extent. Michael was breathing hard, and when he felt Zan pull out and slam back in, Michael lost it; he bit down on Max’s shoulder in pleasure as he shook. Max was holding onto Michael looking over his shoulder as he saw Zan thrust in, feeling the sting of the bite that Michael made.

Michael rose up slightly as he brought Max’s calves up to rest on his shoulders; this gave him access for a good gentle fuck.

Zan looking for a more comfortable position caused the bed around him to lower slowly until he was in a standing on his feet. Gently pulling Michael back, he guided his legs downward until he was leaning across the edge. This position was easier for the three of them to enjoy the benefits of a good alien fuck.

The action then began in earnest.

Michael entered Max in one long continuous motion until he felt his balls make contact with his butt. Michael also pulled out slightly and then slammed hard in locking his place. The three then began a tempo as Michael set the pace and rhythm.

Michael looked at Max in the eye as he entered the passage, his face as a confusion of emotions; his muscles were tight as he held them rigid. Michael gently started pushing in and out, forcing Max to relax. He varied the length ad dept of each thrust, as Max began to writhe under him; the pleasure was mounting as he felt himself in a hazy, drugged induced sexual state. The drug was Michael.

Zan also began to thrust, his advantage in standing made the forceful fucking exhilarating as he slammed into Michael, resulting in Michael gliding to Max. He liked to drag his cock out slowly, until just the tip remained and then slam, back in full to the end.

The air was heavy with the sounds, smells, imagery, the power of raw sex as the three were gasping in short breaths, moans yielded from one to the other, indistinguishable as to the owner. Each was in his own world experiencing the act fully.

Michael felt himself ready to come as he leaned forward, and in a move that shocked Max, he encircled Max’s cock and matching his thrusts began to fuck him both ways, in and out.

Zan felt both Max and Michael ready to explode; he slammed in hard and fast holding Michael fast against him as he did a final deep penetration, filling Michael with his sperm. Shaking with the orgasmic aftermath, Zan reached up and took hold of Max’s ankles that were draped over Michael’s shoulders. He then dissolved himself into Max just as he screamed and came all over Michael’s hand.

Michael could hold no longer hold back, he felt Zan pour into him and Max’s hot liquid on his hand. With a roar that shook the bed and room about them, Michael slammed in again and again. Max felt Michael’s cock swell seconds before the gush of fluid filled him. Breathing heavy Michael collapsed onto Max as his legs dropped down. Michael managed to roll of before they both fell into the aftermath effects.

----
A while later a pair of eyes found, Max and Michael as they laid there on the bed together, the black silk sheets covered there lower extremeness, their hands were intertwined.

“I am so sorry for what I did Michael. I will stop the rage,” Max said as he propped up on one elbow. “I do love you; I will never hurt you like that again.” Michael nodded as they kissed.

Suddenly Michael was back in the corner the blood was closer so much of it was leaking in now. Michael was crying, crying that ot was all a dream, a dream he created to ease his pain, to make himself feel that Max loved him. However, it was only a dream, time would come soon, the dreams would stop. Just a few more days, he only had to hold on a few more days, and then he would be at peace.

---
The eyes had followed Michael back to the maze. While they narrowed at Max’s speech wondering what he did to Michael, they widen at the amount of blood that now appeared to be pouring in from the ceiling, walls, and floors. Something was wrong, something was seriously wrong, and time was running out.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

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

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 2: Their Back!!
~ The Confrontation ~

Timeline: Tuesday

“I'm just so glad to be back home. I'm going home. Nothing can stop me now.” “Going Home” by Alice Cooper

The sun was breaking in the horizon, causing Max to shield his eyes from the glare. He was tired after only couple hundred miles and needed sleep. Between the strange dreams about Michael and the incredible sex with Liz the night before they left on this little trip, sleep was a luxury right now. Liz woke and stretch in the seat next to him. “Morning.”

“Liz did you sleep well?” asked Max.

“Yes had the most wonderful dream,” Liz said coyly. “Will have to se if real life is just as good?”

Max felt his pants tighten; she knew just the right thing to say.

A small truck stop was close as Max pulled off the road. “Hey everyone wake up, let’s get a quick breakfast before we make the final dash for Roswell.”

***

Isabel and Maria woke up together their hands were still interlaced. Maria was the first to let go and stretch. “Isabel.” she said softly, “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Isabel looked down for a second and then back at Maria. “Maria I am sorry for all the names I called you.”

“No Isabel it should be me apologizing.” They hugged each other as Max and Liz looked on puzzled.

****

Kyle switched with Max for the last couple of hours drive to Roswell. His eyes were scoping the road for any FBI modus operandi vehicle.

Max laid back, his arms around Liz; his head was limp as the van lulled into a dream state. Maria hyped up, took the front seat with Kyle, Isabel sat just behind them. Maria was gabbing on and on about Roswell, their parents, what may have happened. All Kyle could think was his father and her mother, oh god he felt sick at that thought. Kyle cracked open a window, gulping a stream of fresh air. Once Maria’s mouth opened and went on full automatic recitation, Isabel found herself zoning out as she rested her eyes.

Kyle turned off the main road onto the dirt path leading up to the mine. The van hit a dip in the road bouncing the inhabitants there within around. Isabel woke with a start at the intrusion; her eyes were searching trying to comprehend what they had just seen. She then darted them in Max’s direction, what did he do to Michael?

Max also woke abruptly when Liz’s elbow jabbed him in the stomach, She had been propelled up and then back down in her seat. Max sat up groggy his mind was hazy. He was having a strange dream, he knew it was important but could not remember any of the details. The harder he tried the vaguer the dream became. It has something to do with Michael. He tried to shake the haze off.

“LOOK!” Maria screamed, “It is our parents?”

*******

Michael came out of his daydream as his head felt the pain again in the center then explode outwards, he became dizzy and he fell forward from the boulder onto the dirt below. Jim noticed this and rushed over

“Michael, are you okay?”

Michael eyes were unfocused; when he stood, his hands balanced himself on the boulder. This was unusual even for the aliens Jim noted mentally

“Yeah okay, I guess I nodded off and lost my balance,” Michael shook his head and started walking back to where the parents were anxiously waiting for their children to appear. It was almost 1pm, when a dust trail appeared upon the horizon; soon the dingy, dirty van came into sight.

Isabel was excited to see Michael slouched up against a black SUV; she looked over and motion to Maria at where Michael was. Maria smiled at gave a thumbs up. Max saw the two exchanging looks, wondering what they had planned.

Kyle stopped the van, Max opened the side door jumped about and headed straight for Michael who had started walking towards the van. Without warning, he slammed his fist into Michael’s jaw. Michael dropped to the ground looking up at Max startled by his action.

“What the hell was that for?” Michael said as he got off the ground shaking off the dirt.

“What is with you running off like that?” Max’s eyes were stating to show the telltale signs of anger as it mounted. “Don’t you think of anyone yourself?”

The kids were jumping out of the van heading for the two. Jeff interceded and grabbed Liz out of the way.

“Max stop,” said Isabel as she grabbed his arm.

Michael moved away from Max, heading to the mine’s entrance, rubbing his jaw. Max was not going to let this drop. He pushed Isabel away and went after Michael grabbing his arm and spinning him around

“I want an answer, what is with you?” Max was angry at Michael, at himself, at the dream, at everything and unfortunately, Michael was a good scapegoat. He felt the anger in him swell as it threatened to let loose. “Answer me!” He struck Michael again in the face, dropping him again to the ground. “Now!” All this anger was spilling over and landing on Michael in the form of physical contact. Michael stood up a bit shaky, Max had used his powers behind those hits.

‘MAX!’ Zan yelled from inside, ‘STOP!’ Max stopped momentarily and looked around for the voice.

Philip reeling from his son’s actions found himself yelling as he grabbed Max’s arm. “Max stop! What you are doing?”

Max looked at his father. “This is between Michael and me.” He shook himself free and then with blinding speed he propelled himself forward, crushing Michael’s throat in his grasp forcing him to his knees. “You will learn to obey me.”

Suddenly Max found himself in the dirt several feet away. He shook his head and looked over where Michael was coughing as Maria knelt next to him; Isabel was standing with her hand extended. Max jumped to his feet and came at Isabel, eyes ablaze. “How dare you?’

“I dare!” Every nerve in Isabel’s body was on alert. “Never do that to him again.”

“I will do as I please.” Max’s eyes had changed to coal black, fire clearly visible.

Isabel now knew with whom she was dealing Max and Zan were merging. “Never again, I know what you did.” Isabel was wary she did not know if Max could control himself, Zan barely could.

“Get out of my way this is between Michael and me. I will finish it today.”

‘MAX!’ Max suddenly looked all around, where that voice was coming from. ‘Max,’ yelled Zan. ‘Be careful do not slip. I know you, no we, are angry but do not slip this time.’ Max shook his head, the dream what was about the dream.

“Oh no it is not Max.” Maria said as she stepped between the two, “it is between Isabel, Michael, and me,” as she jabbed a finger into his chest, “and you have nothing to do with it.”

Isabel came up on the side of Max, “Maria is right. You have no business in our lives.”

“Yes I do have a right.” Max protested, “I am the King.”

“No Max you are not my King or Maria’s. You may been able to boss Michael around before, but no more. Maria and I will never let you hurt him again. Now get out of our lives.” Isabel was furious. This is the second time Max has interfered directly in her life. She never really forgave him from not letting her go to college, forcing her into to wanting normalcy, ultimately causing her marriage to Jesse to occur.

Max was taken back, “You cannot talk to me like that.”

“Grow up!” Isabel yelled walking over to where Michael had retreated.

“What do you want?’ Michael sneered wiping up the blood from his lip with his hand. “A punch also.”

“No, to talk.” Maria walked up behind Isabel. “Both Maria and I want to talk to you.”

“This is not a good time,” said Michael noting Kyle walking towards them.

“Do you need some help Isabel?” Kyle asked.

“No Kyle, Michael, Maria and I need to settle this problem.” Isabel softened her voice, “You, Max, and Liz while trying to be helpful have only aggravated the situation.”

“But Isabel...”

Isabel kissed his cheek and gave him a hug, “I know Kyle you were only protecting us. I really do appreciate it, but Kyle there is nothing between us. You have to accept that and be my friend only. Please I need friends.”

Kyle looked at the ground and walked slowly away towards his dad, he was dejected.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

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

Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 8: One Michael, Two Michael, Three Rath More?
Chapter 2: Their Back!!
~Finally Home ~

Timeline: Tuesday

“Isn't it nice to be home again? Well I said isn't it nice to be home a-gain?” "Isn't It Nice To Be Home Again” by James Taylor

Max what is the matter, I have never seen you act this way,” Philip was concerned as he came up behind Max. When Max turned around, he saw for the first time the coal black eyes, they were flashing fire. “What is with your eyes?” Max heard the apprehension in his father’s voice as he allowed his eyes to change color back to their ambers tone of brown.

Kyle walked over to his father, who pulled him into a tight bear hug, “Are you alright Kyle.”

“Yeah I am fine,” Kyle returned the hug as they gave each other a swift pat on the back.

Jim’s cell phone broke the moment when it rang. “Valenti here,” Jim was quiet listening, the noise caught the attention of Max and Philip as well. “Are you sure about that?” Okay I will be in soon.” He closed the phone and looked over to Max. “What ever the problem you both need to put it aside and decide what to do about the latest development?”

“What development?” Max yelled over at Michael. “Now what have you done Michael? “

“Nothing! Why do you always blame me for everything?” Michael stopped, clutching his head again; his knees felt week as if he was ready to pass out. “Leave me alone Max. Just leave me the fuck alone.” Michael took off across the desert. His head was hurting; the headaches he had been experiencing were getting worst.

“Maybe you better calm down Max.” Jim really did not want to get into a fight between the two aliens but he knew that Max had overstepped the line

“What! Even humans are now telling me, the King of Antar, how to act? “Max picked up some dirt, threw it in Michael’s direction and walked away in the opposite direction.

Isabel and Maria let Michael walk away to calm down. “He will be back when he is cooler, so will Max, hopefully.” Isabel was scared to see Zan return. She vaguely remembered how cruel he was but could not specify incidents or details. It was more like a feeling.

“What was that?” Philip asked approaching his daughter.

“That was Zan.” Isabel ran into her father’s arms crying. “Oh daddy I am so glad to see you.” Diane came up behind Philip as Isabel changed and was comforted in her mother’s forgiving embrace.

Behind him was Amy coming to gather Maria in her arms. “Oh my baby, My beautiful baby. What did that bastard do to you?” Maria rolled her eyes and settled happily into her mom’s arms.

“I can’t believe it’s really you!” Nancy held her daughter tight in her arms.

“It’s really me, mom, we are home.”