Chapter 170
They got into Max’s car after classes and Maria kept nagging Liz as she had been doing during the whole schoolday.
- C’mon Liz, just a little snoop to see how he’s doing, what can be wrong with that? -
- Maria, how many times must I tell you that Isabel said Michael would be with Serena practicing his powers. Do you want someone to get hurt? -
- Please? - She pouted and gave Liz her puppy dog’s eyes.
- Shit, Maria, just a nudge, ok? That’s all I’m doing! - Liz sighed and closed her eyes in deep concentration.
- I don’t think it’s such a good idea…- Max began to say, but Maria’s eyes shot fire into his through the rear mirror and Kyle’s elbow told Max he shouldn’t taunt the blonde.
Max decided to follow Kyle’s advice and drove in silence. A couple of minutes later, Liz gave a start and let out a cry. Her eyes opened wide with a startled look.
- Liz! What happened? - Maria was shaking her by the arms.
- Uh…I don’t think it went too well…- Liz was blushing.
- What do you mean? - Asked Kyle as Max stole a glance her way.
- I forgot I was on my period, and when I contacted Michael, I felt a funny thing in here…- She pointed to her navel. - I think Michael felt it too, and it wasn’t pleasant. That’s why I let him be immediately. -
- You mean he’s not ok? - Maria sounded worried.
- No, he’s fine, he was fine. He must have felt kind of a cramp, that’s all. Anyway Isabel will check on him tonight, you’ll see he’s ok. - Liz assured her, but Maria wasn’t very convinced.
- I can’t wait to be with him again. - She said wistfully as they arrived at the Crashdown where they would do two shifts to make up for last weekend.
The girls changed to their uniforms as the boys went to their usual booth and Isabel walked in as Liz and Maria came out to check on the customers.
Kyle and Max did their homework as Isabel helped with the girls’. The guys were covering for Michael on the next shift. There were hardly a couple of tables full and Maria came to sit down with them as Liz took care of them.
Maria looked absolutely crestfallen and Isabel noticed immediately.
- C’mon, just two more days! - She tried to cheer her up.
- I miss him so much. - She whined.
- I hate to admit it, but so do I. - Admitted Kyle. - We just took him for granted. I expect to see him at the lockers or at lunch or wherever all the time at school. -
- God Kyle, you sound as if he were dead! You’re creeping me out! Stuart said he could be back after two weeks, with a fake bandage, so no one would suspect. - Isabel scolded him.
The door opened and Maria went to greet the family in the newly occupied booth. Isabel resumed doing the Maths assignment and also missed Michael who was so good at it. Kyle was struggling with Literature and also wishing he were there to help him. Max just sat, apparently concentrating on his book, but he was really miles away, watching Michael riding, in his mind. He watched the interaction of the powerful huge animal, the hooves thundering over the sand, mastered by the boy riding him, totally in control. Michael was shirtless, his tanned body shining with sweat, the muscles in his butt and thighs rippling even through the skin tight riding elastic pants. He hadn’t realized his mouth was open in awe of the scene in front of his mind’s eyes.
- Hey man, since when is geography so breathtaking? - Kyle asked and Max frowned and looked up, angry at whoever had so rudely snapped him out of his utterly exciting day dream. He knew he had been about to drool, when he saw the amused looks in Kyle’s, Maria’s, Isabel’s and even Liz’s face, so he took a quick glance at his book.
- Oh, I was just picturing me here. - He pointed at the picture of a beach which came to his rescue.
- Wow! Wish we could all be there! - Kyle exclaimed.
- I’d rather be in Tucson! - Maria whined, and Max secretly agreed with her.
By the time the girls’ second shift began, and the boys took the kitchen, the place began to fill up and Isabel offered to lend a hand. It kept them all busy until closing time. Being five, and all wanting to finish up, they cleaned up the place in scant minutes, with Max and Isabel doing their thing. They rushed up to Liz’s room as her telephone rang insistently. Liz answered and turned to Maria, arching her eyebrows.
- Yes Mrs. De Luca, she’s right here, yes, we’re about to do our homework…- Maria snatched the receiver from Liz.
- Hi mom, we’ve had one hell of a night! Full house all the time and lots of kids. The place is a pigsty, I’m helping Liz clean up and then we’re doing our homework. I’m sorry, I was about to call you, but our hands are full with the mess…Thanks mom, I love you! - She hanged up with a sigh. - She bought it! I’m getting to be such a good liar, it makes me sick! - She shook her head. - I can stay overnight! -
- Great! Now, let’s get to it. - Isabel said and lay back in Liz’s bed with everyone slumped around her, holding hands and connecting in a circle.
The horse was quite active today, and Michael enjoyed the workout, the adrenaline coursing all through his body as he put the horse through his paces and then, knowing what the animal was itching for, just like him, he took him over a challenging course Rubén had set up for them. Laurie worked her horse around the schooling ring not to interfere with her brother, watching admiringly what Michael and Moonshadow were accomplishing. Once over, they walked the horses once around the track that circled the pond, which gave them enough time to cool down. Laurie noticed Michael wince when he dismounted, but he went through the usual routine without a hitch. They walked back home and agreed to meet at the chimney room after showering and changing. Michael managed to keep away from Laurie what was going on inside his body. Once the rush was over and they walked the horses, Michael started experiencing short stabbing pain in all the spots Serena had given him the jolts, that is on every visible scar he had. They were getting worse and longer lasting until they arrived at the house, when they were practically constant. When he was finally in his room, he was shuddering with the effort to stay in control. He got rid of his clothes with his powers and it simply hurt like hell to do it. Michael had to lean on the wall not to fall. He managed to get to the shower and hoped a slightly warmer than usual shower might make his muscles stop contracting. It was now like a general cramp. He turned his back to the spray and had braced himself on the wall, when he lost all his strength. He felt his body sliding down and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening. He felt his knees touch the ledge and then clear it and proceed to the floor of the old fashioned tub, sliding back until his body was stretched out on it. Only his forearms were holding his head up on them over the edge when, being a tall boy, his feet reached the opposite end and it stopped his slow motion fall. The water pelting his body felt soothing, but he just couldn’t move. Even the smallest effort brought the searing pain stabbing through his body, so he just lay there, his breath coming in gasps.
Laurie thought Michael was taking a little too long, but she was in no hurry. He could take his time. Stuart arrived shortly after and helped Laurie with her schoolwork while they waited for Michael. When it was already over an hour, Laurie stood up frowning.
- Something’s wrong. Stuart, please come with me. - She rushed up the stairs with Stuart on her heels.
They knocked on the door, calling his name but got no answer. The door, of course, was unlocked and they stepped into the room. Michael was not there but the sound of the shower in the bathroom caught their attention. Maybe he had been doing something else and just got to bathing, or maybe not…Laurie was not risking it when it came to Michael. The door of the bathroom was ajar so they just walked in and they were perplexed when they saw no one standing there. Then Michael moaned so they looked down and saw him.
- Oh my god, Michael! - Laurie screamed, falling on her knees by the tub. Stuart turned off the water and knelt by Laurie.
- Excuse me…- He apologized, pushing her aside to get to the boy.
He touched Michael’s cheek and he opened his eyes, moaning again. Stuart noticed his eyes were not focusing, they looked dazed. He felt quite hot, his lips were burning when Stuart placed the back of his fingers on them. He noticed the scars on his back looked inflamed, and were also burning when he glided his hand down the right side of his back, from his shoulder to his thigh, covering all the scars, and then reversed his move going up his left side. He turned to Laurie frowning, a question in his eyes since he knew they had ridden together.
- Was he alright when you were together? - Something had definitely happened to him.
- He was fine, he was great with Moonshadow, taking him over the jumps like a champion. After we walked the horses, when he got down, I noticed he winced, but he went right on unsaddling and taking care of the horses. I told him to meet me at the chimney room after he showered, to help me with my homework, and he was ok. -
- He was with Serena, right? Did she say what they were up to today? - He wasn’t blaming her, but she had to know the reason for his condition.
- She said something about his energy flow, it was wrong and she made it right, or something like that. - Laurie remembered.
- I think you should call her and tell her what’s going on with him. If it’s alien, as I suspect, she must have the solution. - He was sure she did.
Laurie dialed Serena’s number and told her what Michael was going through and hanged up. Just like that. Stuart thought she had just left a message.
- They’re coming over. - She said.
- Give me a hand. Get a towel on the floor, right here. - Stuart pointed to the ground beside the tub, then he slid his hands under Michael’s chest and heaved the boy towards him, managing to get his upper body hanging out of the tub. Michael was jackknifed over the side of the tub. Stuart climbed into the tub and pushing his hands around Michael’s hips, raised his lower body enough to clear the tub completely and end lying sprawled on the floor of the bathroom right over the towel. Laurie got another towel and used it to dry his back with Stuart’s help. Then holding the ends of the towel on the floor, by Michael’s head, they dragged him to the foot of the bed. Laurie pulled the bedclothes aside as Stuart stood astride Michael’s hips and puffing with the effort, got Michael’s chest on the bed.
- Laurie, get on the bed and drag him up while I push him on, ok? -
She nodded and climbed on, hanging on to his upper arms and drawing him towards her as Stuart got Michael’s hips off the floor. Kneeling behind him, he wrapped his arms around the boy’s thighs, his butt against his chest, and crawled towards the bed until Michael was bent over the edge of the bed. Stuart panted a few times before he shouted: “NOW”, and he pushed Michael on the bed as Laurie pulled as hard as she could. Stuart and Laurie were panting in unison, but it was worth it cause Michael was completely on the bed. Just in time, as they heard Serena and Uncle Derek climbing the stairs from the pool to the terrace just outside the room. Laurie covered Michael’s naked ass and legs with the sheet, as the boy was burning with fever. Serena and Uncle Derek burst into the room and she went straight to him, sitting on the bed beside him.
- I’ll be right back. - Stuart said and ran out of the room.
Serena was silently scanning Michael’s body with her hands, dragging the sheet down to his knees. Stuart arrived with his black bag and sat opposite Serena. He got out the thermometer, lubed it, and looked at Serena for her approval.
- May I? - He inquired, respectful of her alien skills, though he wasn’t sure if she could heal like Max.
- Yes, of course, and no, I’m not a healer, at least not his healer. - She gave him a sad smile, in case he didn’t approve of her reading his mind.
Stuart smiled back at her, showing her it was alright, and proceeded to take Michael’s temperature. He noticed the two small scars were blood red. He remember the lower one, but not the other one. He had assumed it was the result of a violent rape when he first saw it, and later on, he was sure of it. He wondered when the other one had happened. Serena was reading him like an open book. She grabbed his wrist as he was still holding the thermometer inside Michael and sent him the correct information. She had thought it was only fair, and done the same thing to Laurie with her other hand at the same time. She saw both humans jerk and gasp at what was to them a shocking act performed on the boy, but both Max and Isabel had every right to do it, and claim what was theirs, and she made sure they understood it too. Serena started rubbing Michael’s back and nodded to Laurie to do the same with her. They could feel the boy sighing and relaxing under their touch. When Stuart withdrew the thermometer, he showed it to Serena with a frown. The mercury was as high as it could go. Serena shook her head.
- His alien side is dealing, but his human side is struggling with his improved energy flow. That is causing the negative reaction. Once the balance is settled, his fever will break, and he’ll recover completely. -
- If the problem is caused by his human side, I may be able to help him with human drugs. I’ve found a way to bypass the alien block, at least it’s worked before. Will you allow me to try it? - Stuart proposed.
- Of course, he’s in your hands, I know he trusts you, and so do I. - She reached back her hand to her husband. She didn’t need to look back, she felt him there. Uncle Derek took his wife’s hand and sat on the bed beside her. They took Michael’s hand in both of theirs, and watched Stuart fill a large syringe, wipe both of Michael’s buttocks with alcohol and inject all the contents in several places, giving small doses in each site. Laurie held her brother’s other hand and he squeezed them during the whole ordeal. Stuart massaged gently the whole area until Michael started to relax again, and he pulled the sheet up to his waist. Michael squirmed and groaned in protest but took it. His back and face were beaded with sweat, and Stuart went to the bathroom and brought a wet handtowel and wiped and soothed him. Laurie got a bowl from the bathroom closet full of cold water and a couple more towels and handed one to Serena. They kept him as cool and as comfortable as they could until his constant moans and whimpers stopped at around 1 am and when Stuart checked his temperature again, he found the scars were just slightly darker than the rest of the area, enough to identify them correctly, and his temperature was down to 99.7, which wasn’t that bad for him, as he explained to them through his experience with the boy. Stuart had been feeling Isabel through Michael for quite a while, and he knew she was dreamwalking him. He kept sending her his vibes through Michael, to calm her down, knowing he was there with the boy. Half an hour later, they decided Michael was recovering nicely, and the Lavoisses returned home, after kissing the boy and making Laurie and Stuart promise they would call them regardless of the time if there was any change.
- I’m very sorry, Stuart, I know you have to get up early, so go right ahead and get some sleep, I’ll stay here with him. I’ll go get you if we need you, ok? -
- Well, you better get some rest too or you’ll never make it to school on time. - Stuart teased Laurie. - And I’m used to emergencies, don’t worry. -
- I’m skipping school tomorrow, no big deal, Michael needs me and I’ll be here for him. - She lay down beside her brother, his hand still in hers and pulled the covers over her.
- Sure, just page me if you need me, and I’ll be right over. I’ll check on him before I go to the hospital. Sleep tight. - He smiled at them and kissed both their cheeks, glad that Michael’s was just slightly more than sleep warm, but not alarmingly so. He walked to the door and turned off the lights before he left the room.
Isabel was finally able to let herself wake up and met everyone’s relieved looks. Only Maria still looked concerned.
- It’s the balance thing again, right? Only this time it was Serena that caused it with the correction in his energy flow. -
- Yes, she meant no harm, it had to be done. -
- It was for his own good, Maria. Michael knows it and is ok with it. - Liz assured her best friend, through her empathy with Michael.
She could feel his body gradually getting in the right direction learning to follow his now correctly oriented energy flow, to be able to take hold of his powers and start controlling them as he should be able to. She fed the information to Max and Kyle too, through their interlocked hands, knowing how worried they were for their lover, but keeping straight faces for the sake of the others, who knew they would give anything to be there with Michael too.
- Don’t worry Maria, Stuart is there for him, you know he will leave everything to go to Michael if he needs him. - Isabel comforted her, giving her a hug.
- I know, Isabel, thank you. - Maria hugged her back wishing she had the power to orb over to him and leave an identical double there in Roswell.
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Chapter 171
Laurie was beginning to doze when she heard steps coming into the room. “Shit! Is it morning already?” She thought, but when she opened her eyes, the room was still dark. She saw Stuart tiptoeing past the bed towards the couch facing the bed, carrying the comforter and pillow from his bed. He had obviously changed his mind and decided to stay near his patient. After the places where he had been forced to rest on during his night and graveyard shifts, the couch was like the king sized bed of a five star luxury hotel. Laurie had been giving things a thought as she started dozing. She was sure Serena had told Michael to relax and take it easy while he adjusted to the changes she had brought on, but it was like Michael to throw himself into action and forget all about it, his mind typically in everything but himself. And as usual, he ended up paying for it in an unpleasant manner.
“Boys! Specially alien boys!” She thought, but couldn’t help grinning. “My alien kid brother!” That sounded better, more like it. She heard a contented sigh coming from the couch and guessed Isabel was now dreamwalking Stuart. “Poor Isabel! We think she’s a tower of strength, but I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes when she finally has to face her stupid husband and confront him on the dire need of a separation. She liked her very much, as an almost sister-in-law, but she also liked Maria, under the same unusual circumstances. She felt both Maria and herself were the nexus between two worlds which were about to collide when they least expected, and no matter what, Michael would be there for everyone, recklessly risking his life, as he was always willing to do. “He knows what he is doing…he knows what he is doing…- Chanted Laurie, as a Mantra, finally falling asleep.
Stuart sat up when he heard the whining coming from the direction of the bed, and saw the two black dogs, facing away from him, their heads questioningly tilted to one side, seeing the bed was full and there was no space for them.
- Laurie…- Stuart called out, not sure if the dogs considered him friend or foe.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes and couldn’t help laughing as she saw the confused expression in the intimidating, but deceivingly friendly dobies.
- Ok, ok, off you go or Anita will come to chase you away with her broom! - Laurie said, waving her hand.
As if they understood, they gave one last disappointed whine, and took off through the open window. Then both Laurie and Stuart turned their attention to the sleeping boy. Stuart touched his face and smiled, finding him almost normal. He didn’t need to lower the sheets which were already tangled around his lower legs, so he just checked his scars with his hand and also found them a decent temperature.
- He’s doing fine. - Satisfaction showing in his voice.
- You’re totally sure? - She asked, arching her brows for emphasis.
- Might as well be. - He turned to his black bag by the couch and checked Michael’s temperature as he gently massaged the boy’s sore butt.
Michael moaned and squirmed on the bed making his sister giggle.
- He can be one big baby and a hero at the same time! - She said shaking her head.
- You’re telling me. He took five bullets for me without the slightest hesitation. I can understand how Jim Valenti feels about him, not to say Isabel and Max after they saw what he went through for them in their previous life! And now Kyle…the guy definitely feels safe to have Michael around, and I’m not forgetting Liz. -
- I hope I never have to put him in that situation. You know what? I keep getting that feeling from Maria too. She’s so scared for him, just like me. -
- Of course you are, but he’s also very tough and sure of himself when he faces danger. I’ve never seen anyone like him, so clear headed and ready to jump into action. Guess that’s the warrior in him. -
Laurie just nodded, the admiration she felt for her brother was showing in her eyes.
- Ok, then, I have to go. You got my pager, right? - He smiled as she nodded again, not being able to take her eyes away from Michael.
Liz’s alarm clock got everyone going, and they all turned their eyes on her. Liz knew what they were thinking of. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she almost laughed at the expression on Maria’s face.
- You didn’t give him your period again, huh? - She grimaced.
- No Maria, he’s fast asleep, he’s fine. Still, he needs to relax for a day or two, to make sure his human body and alien energy agree with each other. That’s all, don’t worry, he’s in the best hands possible. - Liz assured her.
- I should be there to baby him all he needs. - She pouted and whined.
- She’s going to turn your warrior into a whimp! - Kyle told Max, shaking his head, watching Max roll his eyes.
- If your fucking him in the ass hasn’t turned him into a queer yet, then it’s never going to happen! Neither the whimp nor the queer! He’s more macho than both of you put together ten times over. - Isabel shot back, if looks could kill…they would have had two instant stiffs right there.
- Cool it Isabel, you’re not that innocent either, you’re just jealous of our assets…- Kyle gave her a taunting look.
- I can fry off your “assets” before you even know where the hell they went! So don’t tempt me! - Isabel was getting really worked up, so Liz took her by the arms and shook her harder than Isabel thought Liz was capable of.
- Hey, hey! Take it easy, ok? No one’s frying anything except downstairs for breakfast. We better get down there before dad comes up and finds we all slept together in here. Then you will have to worry about the danger to your assets from a totally human threat. Max, Kyle, out of the window and come in using the front door to make sure dad sees you arriving. If it’s still closed, better still. Knock hard until he opens it for you. Got it? Go, go! - Liz pushed them out of her room. Down in the alley, making sure no one could see them, Max changed their clothes with his powers, just like Isabel was doing with the girls.
Anita and Sylvia knocked and waited for Laurie to get Michael decently covered before she asked them in. Serena and Uncle Derek were with them. As mother and daughter placed the breakfast trays on the table destined for just that, the neighbours went to the bed.
- Did he sleep well? - Serena whispered to Laurie, caressing Michael`s hair and checking out his temperature on his cheek.
- Like a baby. No need to whisper. You know noise doesn’t wake him up. - She grinned remembering what Serena had told her yesterday. - But tickling does, right? -
Sylvia went into her giggles and Laurie and the Lavoisses laughed their heads off at the outraged look Anita gave her daughter.
- Ay mami, por favor! (Oh mom, please!) - Sylvia laughed at her mother too.
- Come here, Sylvia, give me a hand…- Laurie grinned at her friend, and Anita scoffed and left the room, not to throw a fit if she stayed.
- Here…- Laurie pointed to the insides of Michael’s thighs with both hands, after she made sure Anita wasn’t coming back, and got Michael uncovered.
Sylvia’s eyes and mouth opened wide as her eyebrows shot up to almost her hairline. Laurie grinned and nodded. Sylvia grinned back and wiggled her fingers, flaunting her long, well filed nails. She had Michael slithering like an eel as she giggled to her heart’s content.
- SYLVIA! - Anita’s screech had her rushing out of the room as Michael opened his eyes, moaning for mercy.
- Good morning! - Michael heard a chorus of three voices, two female and one definitely male.
- Was that Sylvia? - He slurred sleepily.
- What? You’re hallucinating! - Laurie grinned and winked at him.
Michael grinned back, getting the message never to mention the tickling session in front of Sylvia’s mother, for both his and Sylvia’s sake. Serena and Uncle Derek squeezed each other’s hands, with a wistful look, remembering their youthful pranks. The sound of Uncle Derek’s helicopter filled the room, and he let go of his wife’s hand.
- We’ll, that’s my ride! I’ll be back before dinner, ok? - He kissed his wife and Laurie, reaching down and tousling Michael’s hair before he left the room.
Michael started pushing up from the bed but Serena placed a hand on the small of his back and eased him back down.
- No, no, none of that! You’re staying in bed today and relax as I told you to do so. Rubén told us proudly how well you did with the black horse yesterday, and I immediately knew that’s what got you so sick. The interaction of all that adrenalin with your new energy flow, was responsible for your painful reaction. I thought you were just going to have a relaxed ride, mostly walking, not an Olyimpic-like training workout or I would have forbidden you to ride! - Serena scolded him. Then lowering her hand to his butt, she gave him a gentle squeeze that had him gasping nevertheless.
- And I guess this is too sore for riding, anyway, right? -
Michael buried his face in his arms and growled.
- I knew it. We’ll take care of you today. - She winked at Laurie and she joined in and threy gave him a double massage until they felt his tense flesh relaxing under their hands.
- You hungry, kid bro? - Laurie knew she didn’t have to ask as she rolled the breakfast table towards the bed.
Michael turned on his side and the smell coming from the covered dishes had him drooling. Laurie handed him a huge glass of o.j. and then a heaping bowl of cereal with freshly poured milk, as he treated herself with the same. When that disappeared, she served him a still steaming omelette she knew was his favourite. She handed a second dish to Serena who declined, saying she had already had breakfast. Laurie had no problems taking care of it. Serena enjoyed the way Michael stuffed himself, with a healthy appetite. He would need all his strength for the next dreaded step she would have to take, not only with him, but the three of them, as soon as they were back here this weekend.
Laurie was beginning to doze when she heard steps coming into the room. “Shit! Is it morning already?” She thought, but when she opened her eyes, the room was still dark. She saw Stuart tiptoeing past the bed towards the couch facing the bed, carrying the comforter and pillow from his bed. He had obviously changed his mind and decided to stay near his patient. After the places where he had been forced to rest on during his night and graveyard shifts, the couch was like the king sized bed of a five star luxury hotel. Laurie had been giving things a thought as she started dozing. She was sure Serena had told Michael to relax and take it easy while he adjusted to the changes she had brought on, but it was like Michael to throw himself into action and forget all about it, his mind typically in everything but himself. And as usual, he ended up paying for it in an unpleasant manner.
“Boys! Specially alien boys!” She thought, but couldn’t help grinning. “My alien kid brother!” That sounded better, more like it. She heard a contented sigh coming from the couch and guessed Isabel was now dreamwalking Stuart. “Poor Isabel! We think she’s a tower of strength, but I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes when she finally has to face her stupid husband and confront him on the dire need of a separation. She liked her very much, as an almost sister-in-law, but she also liked Maria, under the same unusual circumstances. She felt both Maria and herself were the nexus between two worlds which were about to collide when they least expected, and no matter what, Michael would be there for everyone, recklessly risking his life, as he was always willing to do. “He knows what he is doing…he knows what he is doing…- Chanted Laurie, as a Mantra, finally falling asleep.
Stuart sat up when he heard the whining coming from the direction of the bed, and saw the two black dogs, facing away from him, their heads questioningly tilted to one side, seeing the bed was full and there was no space for them.
- Laurie…- Stuart called out, not sure if the dogs considered him friend or foe.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes and couldn’t help laughing as she saw the confused expression in the intimidating, but deceivingly friendly dobies.
- Ok, ok, off you go or Anita will come to chase you away with her broom! - Laurie said, waving her hand.
As if they understood, they gave one last disappointed whine, and took off through the open window. Then both Laurie and Stuart turned their attention to the sleeping boy. Stuart touched his face and smiled, finding him almost normal. He didn’t need to lower the sheets which were already tangled around his lower legs, so he just checked his scars with his hand and also found them a decent temperature.
- He’s doing fine. - Satisfaction showing in his voice.
- You’re totally sure? - She asked, arching her brows for emphasis.
- Might as well be. - He turned to his black bag by the couch and checked Michael’s temperature as he gently massaged the boy’s sore butt.
Michael moaned and squirmed on the bed making his sister giggle.
- He can be one big baby and a hero at the same time! - She said shaking her head.
- You’re telling me. He took five bullets for me without the slightest hesitation. I can understand how Jim Valenti feels about him, not to say Isabel and Max after they saw what he went through for them in their previous life! And now Kyle…the guy definitely feels safe to have Michael around, and I’m not forgetting Liz. -
- I hope I never have to put him in that situation. You know what? I keep getting that feeling from Maria too. She’s so scared for him, just like me. -
- Of course you are, but he’s also very tough and sure of himself when he faces danger. I’ve never seen anyone like him, so clear headed and ready to jump into action. Guess that’s the warrior in him. -
Laurie just nodded, the admiration she felt for her brother was showing in her eyes.
- Ok, then, I have to go. You got my pager, right? - He smiled as she nodded again, not being able to take her eyes away from Michael.
Liz’s alarm clock got everyone going, and they all turned their eyes on her. Liz knew what they were thinking of. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she almost laughed at the expression on Maria’s face.
- You didn’t give him your period again, huh? - She grimaced.
- No Maria, he’s fast asleep, he’s fine. Still, he needs to relax for a day or two, to make sure his human body and alien energy agree with each other. That’s all, don’t worry, he’s in the best hands possible. - Liz assured her.
- I should be there to baby him all he needs. - She pouted and whined.
- She’s going to turn your warrior into a whimp! - Kyle told Max, shaking his head, watching Max roll his eyes.
- If your fucking him in the ass hasn’t turned him into a queer yet, then it’s never going to happen! Neither the whimp nor the queer! He’s more macho than both of you put together ten times over. - Isabel shot back, if looks could kill…they would have had two instant stiffs right there.
- Cool it Isabel, you’re not that innocent either, you’re just jealous of our assets…- Kyle gave her a taunting look.
- I can fry off your “assets” before you even know where the hell they went! So don’t tempt me! - Isabel was getting really worked up, so Liz took her by the arms and shook her harder than Isabel thought Liz was capable of.
- Hey, hey! Take it easy, ok? No one’s frying anything except downstairs for breakfast. We better get down there before dad comes up and finds we all slept together in here. Then you will have to worry about the danger to your assets from a totally human threat. Max, Kyle, out of the window and come in using the front door to make sure dad sees you arriving. If it’s still closed, better still. Knock hard until he opens it for you. Got it? Go, go! - Liz pushed them out of her room. Down in the alley, making sure no one could see them, Max changed their clothes with his powers, just like Isabel was doing with the girls.
Anita and Sylvia knocked and waited for Laurie to get Michael decently covered before she asked them in. Serena and Uncle Derek were with them. As mother and daughter placed the breakfast trays on the table destined for just that, the neighbours went to the bed.
- Did he sleep well? - Serena whispered to Laurie, caressing Michael`s hair and checking out his temperature on his cheek.
- Like a baby. No need to whisper. You know noise doesn’t wake him up. - She grinned remembering what Serena had told her yesterday. - But tickling does, right? -
Sylvia went into her giggles and Laurie and the Lavoisses laughed their heads off at the outraged look Anita gave her daughter.
- Ay mami, por favor! (Oh mom, please!) - Sylvia laughed at her mother too.
- Come here, Sylvia, give me a hand…- Laurie grinned at her friend, and Anita scoffed and left the room, not to throw a fit if she stayed.
- Here…- Laurie pointed to the insides of Michael’s thighs with both hands, after she made sure Anita wasn’t coming back, and got Michael uncovered.
Sylvia’s eyes and mouth opened wide as her eyebrows shot up to almost her hairline. Laurie grinned and nodded. Sylvia grinned back and wiggled her fingers, flaunting her long, well filed nails. She had Michael slithering like an eel as she giggled to her heart’s content.
- SYLVIA! - Anita’s screech had her rushing out of the room as Michael opened his eyes, moaning for mercy.
- Good morning! - Michael heard a chorus of three voices, two female and one definitely male.
- Was that Sylvia? - He slurred sleepily.
- What? You’re hallucinating! - Laurie grinned and winked at him.
Michael grinned back, getting the message never to mention the tickling session in front of Sylvia’s mother, for both his and Sylvia’s sake. Serena and Uncle Derek squeezed each other’s hands, with a wistful look, remembering their youthful pranks. The sound of Uncle Derek’s helicopter filled the room, and he let go of his wife’s hand.
- We’ll, that’s my ride! I’ll be back before dinner, ok? - He kissed his wife and Laurie, reaching down and tousling Michael’s hair before he left the room.
Michael started pushing up from the bed but Serena placed a hand on the small of his back and eased him back down.
- No, no, none of that! You’re staying in bed today and relax as I told you to do so. Rubén told us proudly how well you did with the black horse yesterday, and I immediately knew that’s what got you so sick. The interaction of all that adrenalin with your new energy flow, was responsible for your painful reaction. I thought you were just going to have a relaxed ride, mostly walking, not an Olyimpic-like training workout or I would have forbidden you to ride! - Serena scolded him. Then lowering her hand to his butt, she gave him a gentle squeeze that had him gasping nevertheless.
- And I guess this is too sore for riding, anyway, right? -
Michael buried his face in his arms and growled.
- I knew it. We’ll take care of you today. - She winked at Laurie and she joined in and threy gave him a double massage until they felt his tense flesh relaxing under their hands.
- You hungry, kid bro? - Laurie knew she didn’t have to ask as she rolled the breakfast table towards the bed.
Michael turned on his side and the smell coming from the covered dishes had him drooling. Laurie handed him a huge glass of o.j. and then a heaping bowl of cereal with freshly poured milk, as he treated herself with the same. When that disappeared, she served him a still steaming omelette she knew was his favourite. She handed a second dish to Serena who declined, saying she had already had breakfast. Laurie had no problems taking care of it. Serena enjoyed the way Michael stuffed himself, with a healthy appetite. He would need all his strength for the next dreaded step she would have to take, not only with him, but the three of them, as soon as they were back here this weekend.
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Chapter 172
Michael was soon asleep again and Serena and Laurie spent some time chatting and watching TV. Michael woke up at around 11:30 am and soaked for almost an hour in the whirlpool of his bathroom. He came out feeling as good as new and had lunch in bed and napped again. When he woke up at 3 pm, he was full of energy, not only the alien kind but the human one too. He insisted on going riding, just a walk, totally promising, saying he was fed up with being locked in, he needed fresh air. Serena accepted and watched them from the upper terrace, which overlooked the whole property. When they came back, his cheeks were flushed and he felt great. Serena kissed him to make sure he wasn’t feverish, but he was ok, not burning at all. They went to the chimney room where he sprawled on the large couch and they had some tea and Anita’s amazing custard, today topped with fresh cherries.
- Serena, I want to know about my previous life, not the snatches we got in the dreams or what Langley told us, but…I don’t know how to explain it…-
- You want to live it, really feel what Rath-Michael felt, see things with your own eyes, right? - She sighed at the boy’s eagerness.
- Yes, is that possible? - His eyes were shining with anticipation.
- It is, but it takes a lot of energy and will leave you burnt out for several hours, so I have decided to do it this weekend when the three of you are together and with your human friends’ boost of their energy, you will be able to interact realistically, not individually because it would be a loss of time finding out about each others’ experiences. This way it will happen simultaneously and you will share your lives together as if you would be truly there. - She watched his smirk turn to a full smile.
- Ok, I can wait. I never thought I would say it, but my human friends have taught me the value of patience, these last couple of years, and I’m very grateful for the patience they have had with me. I owe them, you know? A lot…So there’s no problem waiting for them. I really appreciate their help. -
Unknowingly to him, and by pure coincidence, Liz had chosen that very moment to find out how he was doing. She had done it several times during the day, finding him asleep each time, and she was beginning to worry. She had taken a break at the Crashdown to go to the bathroom and be by herself this time, and she had been so lucky. What she got from him made her want to kiss him. It was amazing what feeling appreciated and the feeling of belonging had done to him. If he could have only had that as a child! If…if…there were so many ifs in his life, poor kid, and now the major if, was if he would be able to protect them all. He had only one life and so many ones to protect. But no matter what, she knew he would always do his best. That was him. It wasn’t every day that someone gave his life in such a painful way for his friends and be ready to do it again, if he had to. She doubted there was another living person with that kind of guts. Still, she felt bad feeling so safe with him knowing his life might depend on her safety and that of the others.
- Liz, Liz! Are you here? Max is freaking out! Please! Answer me! - “Oh Maria, what a lousy time to interrupt me!” Liz thought.
- I’m here! Stop shouting, ok? - She opened the door and went to wash her hands and comb her hair.
- You were with Michael! Is he alright? Liz, I need to know, PLEASE? - Liz was now sure it was Maria the one freaking out, though Max probably was doing it too. - You keep saying he is sleeping. Are you sure he’s not passed out or sick again and you don’t want to tell me? -
- No Maria, he just said something beautiful, I think you all need to know. But I need you all together, ok? - Liz couldn’t wait to let them know what she had picked up from Michael.
Maria, incredibly silent, grabbed her arm and dragged her over to where the others were already sitting in their usual booth.
- Ok, do it now! -
Of course, everyone knew what she meant. They had no problems whatsoever to join hands and connect in a circle using the excuse of Kyle’s Buddah thing. The first time they did it, it was at school, and they were alone and thought no one was there to see them, but when they came out of it, they found themselves surrounded by a group of curious students. Liz immediately came up with the excuse of learning Kyle’s Buddah thing through this mind control thing, and they bought it and even laughed at them for it. So now they could do it anytime they wanted in everyone’s face without the slightest suspicion of what it really was using that same excuse. Once Liz transmitted Michael’s feelings to everyone, they felt exhilarated by Michael’s beautiful thoughts, that a couple of years before, no one would have thought him capable of. The peak hour began and they were working hard without a second’s rest for the rest of the shift. Today everyone went home, and Liz had a lot of time to share with Michael.
Stuart and Laurie made themselves comfortable on the couch as they watched an old classic film on the large TV that had belonged to Grandpa Dupree. Michael had fallen asleep easily ten minutes ago, and Laurie had asked Anita to bring them two hot cocoas and blueberry muffins. Barely a few minutes after the film started, Laurie heard Stuart softly snoring, kind of slumped on the arm of the couch. She was getting sleepy herself so she got up, shook him gently and told him he should go to bed.
- Let me try to watch a little more of the film, ok? - He seemed wide awake again.
- Sure, I’m turning in, goodnight. - She smiled at him and squeezed his arm before walking out of the room.
When Laurie closed the door, Stuart lay back on the couch and took off his shoes, covering himself with the blanket he found draped behind him. He got his interest back on the film and watched for a reasonable time to fall asleep before the end, as he always did. He woke up again to a loud commercial and turned the TV off. He noticed Michael was sighing and snuggling apparently having a nice dream and he had to admit he enjoyed watching the boy sleep. Michael had his back to him and the sheet was still only halfway down his hips, not low enough to moon him, but enough to make out his round ass under it. Stuart felt his eyes closing as he fell asleep.
Liz lay back on her bed and just had to think of Michael when they were connected. Their conversation was mental, but it was as if they were right there together.
- I miss you, we all do. -
- Me too. You’re all part of my life, you know? -
Liz felt he was in a lazy, relaxed mood. She knew exactly what he was doing and could easily picture him snuggling on the bed in that sexy way of his. She was getting turned on by the way she felt him moving and it wasn’t fair to Max.
- Hey, I’m not stealing you away from Max, for a few hours, perhaps…- He teased getting her feelings, sounding very serious and giving her a glimpse of his naked body.
- Michael! Shame on you! Showing me the bod like that! What would Maria think? - She mentally giggled.
- She’d pinch my ass and then repent when she saw me wince, and you’d both end up rubbing me with Isabel joining in. Yummy! - Michael squirmed at the thought.
- Yeah, yummy…wish we were there to really do it! - She sighed.
- Liz! - Michael imitated her tone and chuckled.
- Maria is just about freaking out, she is sticking with me all she can and wants me to nudge you a thousand times a day! Oh by the way, sorry about the…you know…- Liz apologize by the cramp in his balls.
- Ewww! Don’t even remind me! Is it that bad? - He was truly worried.
- No! Ovaries are inside and quite protected! I never thought the effect on you would be that bad, mostly because you weren’t expecting it. I’ll never do it again. Promise. -
- Yeah, don’t mess with my balls again. Those are for Maria to mess with. She’ll kick my ass if she knows I said this! Don’t even mention it ok? Even if you’re pissed with me? - He begged her.
- Don’t worry, I appreciate Maria’s friendship very much, and yours too. -
- Mmm…- Michael’s voice sounded slurred.
- Sleepy? -
- Very…-
- Ok, goodnight, big kiss for you. - Liz mentally gave his lips a gentle kiss.
- Luv ya. Goodnight. -
- Sleep tight, Michael. - But he was already asleep, and that was Isabel’s area.
Ok, so tonight Michael was going to be hers alone. Max had locked himself up in his room and had his phone glued to his ear with Liz on the other end of the line. Isabel was having a hard time deciding which one to go to first, Michael or Stuart. She decided to make a quick check up on Michael to make sure he was alright, and then go to have some quality time with Stuart. Then she changed her mind and went to check on Stuart first to give him a nudge, tell him she would be right back and leave him waiting for more. Then she would check on Michael so that when she returned to Stuart he would be really worked up. Right! That was great! She relaxed and concentrated on Stuart and had the disturbing revelation of standing right beside him as he watched Michael sleeping. At first she thought they were in bed together, but then she noticed the distance between them and realized he was on the couch, and Michael, in bed. She was about to show herself when she saw dream Stuart getting up and walking towards the bed. He lay back beside Michael and his hand reached over to stop over the boy’s lower back. Then it slid down disappearing under the sheet and Isabel couldn’t help gasping, knowing where it had gone to. She saw Stuart reach out with his other hand and turn to smile at her. She took his hand and accepted his invitation. He pulled her over to them, and she seemed to float over them to end by Michael’s other side. Their opposite arms were stretched over the sleeping boy, their hands clutched together over Michael’s back. Her other hand imitated Stuart’s other one, and slid under the sheet on Michael’s butt. They were both groping him and their fingers touched. Isabel felt Stuart looking towards her, and she turned to meet his eyes. “I want him too, but you must allow it. I will not do it if you don’t want me to.” “If we’re really going to be together, I want you two to bond, like he has with Kyle. It would have never happened with Jesse. The only way he would have been with Michael, would have been by force, because Michael wouldn’t have allowed it. After Michael glued him to the wall, I’m sure Jesse would just love to rape him in revenge. He’s scared to death of Michael, but of course, he pretends he’s not and that he’s forgiven him and it’s all ok between them, but I know it’s not. You saw him that day at my apartment, he was seething when he saw how I was touching Michael, but he didn’t dare do anything. He knows Michael can beat the crap out of him.” “Michael can beat the crap out of anyone, “ Stuart chuckled. “He’ll let you do anything to him, and you’ve already done a lot.” Isabel giggled. She used her powers, and Stuart found himself straddling Michael’s left thigh as Isabel straddled the other one. She turned to smile at him and Stuart’s surprised look turned into a smile too. Isabel’s hand hovered over Michael’s hips and pulled them up, jackknifing him over thin air. Then she used one hand to spread him and with her other hand, she took Stuart’s and made him do what she was doing, on his side. Now with Michael nicely exposed, she pushed her dripping index finger into him, and pumped it in a few times before pulling out. Michael’s moans and the way he was bucking, made Stuart see his pleasure. “Stuart, you do it too.” Isabel said. Stuart looked at his finger and it was dripping too. He pushed it in and was surprised at the electric jolt that shot up his arm and ended in his cock which became erect immediately. It had never happened when he had done this to Michael before, but then it hadn’t been about sex at all. Now it definitely was and he couldn’t deny the difference. He wanted his cock inside him, not his finger, and Michael was sending him the same vibes. Stuart saw Isabel’s hands approaching him and knew she was about to wave his clothes away.
“NO!” He grabbed her wrist stopping her. He opened the fly of his pants and of his boxers too, and aimed his cock at Michael who was writhing with anticipation. As he pressed the head against the alien boy’s small opening, he felt it was also dripping. He turned to Isabel and nodded his thanks. Then, not wanting to admit how long he had wanted to do this, he started pushing it in, finding it hard to believe how tight he was. He had never felt anything even close to this before in his life! He was so velvety soft inside that it was as if Michael’s insides were caressing his cock, making it feel so welcome, so desired, and he knew Michael wanted him just as much as he did. The progress was very slow, enjoying it to the maximum, and when Stuart felt his balls touch Michael’s, he gave a shove, hearing Michael grunt, and he knew he was all the way in. Michael was grinding his ass into Stuart’s stomach, as if he wanted him to go deeper still and the doctor was going nuts with the erotic way the boy moved against him. Stuart pulled halfway out and dug his fingers bruisingly into Michael’s buttocks, holding him apart and watching his cock protruding out of the boy. He thrust hard and felt Michael growl, squeezing him all the way in. Then as slow as he had entered him, he slid all the way out, ramming it to the hilt in one quick shove. Michael gasped and moaned, his contraction almost made Stuart come. It was all he could do not to. He froze thinking this was the most realistic dream he had ever had. Then he realized Isabel’s hands were on his and he looked up to see she was straddling Michael’s back, facing him and having a great view of their interaction. “Go on, fuck him hard! He’s waiting!” She spurred him on. Stuart felt in control again and started giving Michael long deep strokes that had him purring and pushing back to receive him. Then he moved his body higher up, and short stabbed straight against Michael’s prostate gland, making him sob and whimper, to take a deep plunge just before he made him come. He resumed the deep penetrations, first slow and then fast and hard before he attacked his g-spot again. He didn’t let him come yet again, and now he fucked him hard, ramming all the way in with each shove, three long deep ones, three short hard against his prostate, and Michael started coming, groaning and bucking until he just lay there shuddering with his strong alien orgasm. Stuart kept going into him hard and fast until he came almost a minute after, enjoying every second of it, as Michael’s ass was clenched tight in his alien aftermath, milking him dry. “Was it good?” Isabel asked him grinning. “Do you need to ask?” He felt completely satisfied and he couldn’t keep his hands away from Michael, caressing his thighs, his ass, his back. Isabel was now sitting by Michael’s side, her hands joining Stuart’s, sliding over Michael’s body. “You knew this was going to happen?” He asked her. “Yes”. And just like that, she was back in her bed, opening her eyes. “Oh shit!” Thought Isabel, thinking about their reactions when she told them what had happened. Then her cell phone rang, and she saw it was Stuart.
- Oh shit! - She went again.
- Stuart? - She answered cautiously.
- Thanks. - He said and hanged up, leaving Isabel staring at her phone.
Michael was soon asleep again and Serena and Laurie spent some time chatting and watching TV. Michael woke up at around 11:30 am and soaked for almost an hour in the whirlpool of his bathroom. He came out feeling as good as new and had lunch in bed and napped again. When he woke up at 3 pm, he was full of energy, not only the alien kind but the human one too. He insisted on going riding, just a walk, totally promising, saying he was fed up with being locked in, he needed fresh air. Serena accepted and watched them from the upper terrace, which overlooked the whole property. When they came back, his cheeks were flushed and he felt great. Serena kissed him to make sure he wasn’t feverish, but he was ok, not burning at all. They went to the chimney room where he sprawled on the large couch and they had some tea and Anita’s amazing custard, today topped with fresh cherries.
- Serena, I want to know about my previous life, not the snatches we got in the dreams or what Langley told us, but…I don’t know how to explain it…-
- You want to live it, really feel what Rath-Michael felt, see things with your own eyes, right? - She sighed at the boy’s eagerness.
- Yes, is that possible? - His eyes were shining with anticipation.
- It is, but it takes a lot of energy and will leave you burnt out for several hours, so I have decided to do it this weekend when the three of you are together and with your human friends’ boost of their energy, you will be able to interact realistically, not individually because it would be a loss of time finding out about each others’ experiences. This way it will happen simultaneously and you will share your lives together as if you would be truly there. - She watched his smirk turn to a full smile.
- Ok, I can wait. I never thought I would say it, but my human friends have taught me the value of patience, these last couple of years, and I’m very grateful for the patience they have had with me. I owe them, you know? A lot…So there’s no problem waiting for them. I really appreciate their help. -
Unknowingly to him, and by pure coincidence, Liz had chosen that very moment to find out how he was doing. She had done it several times during the day, finding him asleep each time, and she was beginning to worry. She had taken a break at the Crashdown to go to the bathroom and be by herself this time, and she had been so lucky. What she got from him made her want to kiss him. It was amazing what feeling appreciated and the feeling of belonging had done to him. If he could have only had that as a child! If…if…there were so many ifs in his life, poor kid, and now the major if, was if he would be able to protect them all. He had only one life and so many ones to protect. But no matter what, she knew he would always do his best. That was him. It wasn’t every day that someone gave his life in such a painful way for his friends and be ready to do it again, if he had to. She doubted there was another living person with that kind of guts. Still, she felt bad feeling so safe with him knowing his life might depend on her safety and that of the others.
- Liz, Liz! Are you here? Max is freaking out! Please! Answer me! - “Oh Maria, what a lousy time to interrupt me!” Liz thought.
- I’m here! Stop shouting, ok? - She opened the door and went to wash her hands and comb her hair.
- You were with Michael! Is he alright? Liz, I need to know, PLEASE? - Liz was now sure it was Maria the one freaking out, though Max probably was doing it too. - You keep saying he is sleeping. Are you sure he’s not passed out or sick again and you don’t want to tell me? -
- No Maria, he just said something beautiful, I think you all need to know. But I need you all together, ok? - Liz couldn’t wait to let them know what she had picked up from Michael.
Maria, incredibly silent, grabbed her arm and dragged her over to where the others were already sitting in their usual booth.
- Ok, do it now! -
Of course, everyone knew what she meant. They had no problems whatsoever to join hands and connect in a circle using the excuse of Kyle’s Buddah thing. The first time they did it, it was at school, and they were alone and thought no one was there to see them, but when they came out of it, they found themselves surrounded by a group of curious students. Liz immediately came up with the excuse of learning Kyle’s Buddah thing through this mind control thing, and they bought it and even laughed at them for it. So now they could do it anytime they wanted in everyone’s face without the slightest suspicion of what it really was using that same excuse. Once Liz transmitted Michael’s feelings to everyone, they felt exhilarated by Michael’s beautiful thoughts, that a couple of years before, no one would have thought him capable of. The peak hour began and they were working hard without a second’s rest for the rest of the shift. Today everyone went home, and Liz had a lot of time to share with Michael.
Stuart and Laurie made themselves comfortable on the couch as they watched an old classic film on the large TV that had belonged to Grandpa Dupree. Michael had fallen asleep easily ten minutes ago, and Laurie had asked Anita to bring them two hot cocoas and blueberry muffins. Barely a few minutes after the film started, Laurie heard Stuart softly snoring, kind of slumped on the arm of the couch. She was getting sleepy herself so she got up, shook him gently and told him he should go to bed.
- Let me try to watch a little more of the film, ok? - He seemed wide awake again.
- Sure, I’m turning in, goodnight. - She smiled at him and squeezed his arm before walking out of the room.
When Laurie closed the door, Stuart lay back on the couch and took off his shoes, covering himself with the blanket he found draped behind him. He got his interest back on the film and watched for a reasonable time to fall asleep before the end, as he always did. He woke up again to a loud commercial and turned the TV off. He noticed Michael was sighing and snuggling apparently having a nice dream and he had to admit he enjoyed watching the boy sleep. Michael had his back to him and the sheet was still only halfway down his hips, not low enough to moon him, but enough to make out his round ass under it. Stuart felt his eyes closing as he fell asleep.
Liz lay back on her bed and just had to think of Michael when they were connected. Their conversation was mental, but it was as if they were right there together.
- I miss you, we all do. -
- Me too. You’re all part of my life, you know? -
Liz felt he was in a lazy, relaxed mood. She knew exactly what he was doing and could easily picture him snuggling on the bed in that sexy way of his. She was getting turned on by the way she felt him moving and it wasn’t fair to Max.
- Hey, I’m not stealing you away from Max, for a few hours, perhaps…- He teased getting her feelings, sounding very serious and giving her a glimpse of his naked body.
- Michael! Shame on you! Showing me the bod like that! What would Maria think? - She mentally giggled.
- She’d pinch my ass and then repent when she saw me wince, and you’d both end up rubbing me with Isabel joining in. Yummy! - Michael squirmed at the thought.
- Yeah, yummy…wish we were there to really do it! - She sighed.
- Liz! - Michael imitated her tone and chuckled.
- Maria is just about freaking out, she is sticking with me all she can and wants me to nudge you a thousand times a day! Oh by the way, sorry about the…you know…- Liz apologize by the cramp in his balls.
- Ewww! Don’t even remind me! Is it that bad? - He was truly worried.
- No! Ovaries are inside and quite protected! I never thought the effect on you would be that bad, mostly because you weren’t expecting it. I’ll never do it again. Promise. -
- Yeah, don’t mess with my balls again. Those are for Maria to mess with. She’ll kick my ass if she knows I said this! Don’t even mention it ok? Even if you’re pissed with me? - He begged her.
- Don’t worry, I appreciate Maria’s friendship very much, and yours too. -
- Mmm…- Michael’s voice sounded slurred.
- Sleepy? -
- Very…-
- Ok, goodnight, big kiss for you. - Liz mentally gave his lips a gentle kiss.
- Luv ya. Goodnight. -
- Sleep tight, Michael. - But he was already asleep, and that was Isabel’s area.
Ok, so tonight Michael was going to be hers alone. Max had locked himself up in his room and had his phone glued to his ear with Liz on the other end of the line. Isabel was having a hard time deciding which one to go to first, Michael or Stuart. She decided to make a quick check up on Michael to make sure he was alright, and then go to have some quality time with Stuart. Then she changed her mind and went to check on Stuart first to give him a nudge, tell him she would be right back and leave him waiting for more. Then she would check on Michael so that when she returned to Stuart he would be really worked up. Right! That was great! She relaxed and concentrated on Stuart and had the disturbing revelation of standing right beside him as he watched Michael sleeping. At first she thought they were in bed together, but then she noticed the distance between them and realized he was on the couch, and Michael, in bed. She was about to show herself when she saw dream Stuart getting up and walking towards the bed. He lay back beside Michael and his hand reached over to stop over the boy’s lower back. Then it slid down disappearing under the sheet and Isabel couldn’t help gasping, knowing where it had gone to. She saw Stuart reach out with his other hand and turn to smile at her. She took his hand and accepted his invitation. He pulled her over to them, and she seemed to float over them to end by Michael’s other side. Their opposite arms were stretched over the sleeping boy, their hands clutched together over Michael’s back. Her other hand imitated Stuart’s other one, and slid under the sheet on Michael’s butt. They were both groping him and their fingers touched. Isabel felt Stuart looking towards her, and she turned to meet his eyes. “I want him too, but you must allow it. I will not do it if you don’t want me to.” “If we’re really going to be together, I want you two to bond, like he has with Kyle. It would have never happened with Jesse. The only way he would have been with Michael, would have been by force, because Michael wouldn’t have allowed it. After Michael glued him to the wall, I’m sure Jesse would just love to rape him in revenge. He’s scared to death of Michael, but of course, he pretends he’s not and that he’s forgiven him and it’s all ok between them, but I know it’s not. You saw him that day at my apartment, he was seething when he saw how I was touching Michael, but he didn’t dare do anything. He knows Michael can beat the crap out of him.” “Michael can beat the crap out of anyone, “ Stuart chuckled. “He’ll let you do anything to him, and you’ve already done a lot.” Isabel giggled. She used her powers, and Stuart found himself straddling Michael’s left thigh as Isabel straddled the other one. She turned to smile at him and Stuart’s surprised look turned into a smile too. Isabel’s hand hovered over Michael’s hips and pulled them up, jackknifing him over thin air. Then she used one hand to spread him and with her other hand, she took Stuart’s and made him do what she was doing, on his side. Now with Michael nicely exposed, she pushed her dripping index finger into him, and pumped it in a few times before pulling out. Michael’s moans and the way he was bucking, made Stuart see his pleasure. “Stuart, you do it too.” Isabel said. Stuart looked at his finger and it was dripping too. He pushed it in and was surprised at the electric jolt that shot up his arm and ended in his cock which became erect immediately. It had never happened when he had done this to Michael before, but then it hadn’t been about sex at all. Now it definitely was and he couldn’t deny the difference. He wanted his cock inside him, not his finger, and Michael was sending him the same vibes. Stuart saw Isabel’s hands approaching him and knew she was about to wave his clothes away.
“NO!” He grabbed her wrist stopping her. He opened the fly of his pants and of his boxers too, and aimed his cock at Michael who was writhing with anticipation. As he pressed the head against the alien boy’s small opening, he felt it was also dripping. He turned to Isabel and nodded his thanks. Then, not wanting to admit how long he had wanted to do this, he started pushing it in, finding it hard to believe how tight he was. He had never felt anything even close to this before in his life! He was so velvety soft inside that it was as if Michael’s insides were caressing his cock, making it feel so welcome, so desired, and he knew Michael wanted him just as much as he did. The progress was very slow, enjoying it to the maximum, and when Stuart felt his balls touch Michael’s, he gave a shove, hearing Michael grunt, and he knew he was all the way in. Michael was grinding his ass into Stuart’s stomach, as if he wanted him to go deeper still and the doctor was going nuts with the erotic way the boy moved against him. Stuart pulled halfway out and dug his fingers bruisingly into Michael’s buttocks, holding him apart and watching his cock protruding out of the boy. He thrust hard and felt Michael growl, squeezing him all the way in. Then as slow as he had entered him, he slid all the way out, ramming it to the hilt in one quick shove. Michael gasped and moaned, his contraction almost made Stuart come. It was all he could do not to. He froze thinking this was the most realistic dream he had ever had. Then he realized Isabel’s hands were on his and he looked up to see she was straddling Michael’s back, facing him and having a great view of their interaction. “Go on, fuck him hard! He’s waiting!” She spurred him on. Stuart felt in control again and started giving Michael long deep strokes that had him purring and pushing back to receive him. Then he moved his body higher up, and short stabbed straight against Michael’s prostate gland, making him sob and whimper, to take a deep plunge just before he made him come. He resumed the deep penetrations, first slow and then fast and hard before he attacked his g-spot again. He didn’t let him come yet again, and now he fucked him hard, ramming all the way in with each shove, three long deep ones, three short hard against his prostate, and Michael started coming, groaning and bucking until he just lay there shuddering with his strong alien orgasm. Stuart kept going into him hard and fast until he came almost a minute after, enjoying every second of it, as Michael’s ass was clenched tight in his alien aftermath, milking him dry. “Was it good?” Isabel asked him grinning. “Do you need to ask?” He felt completely satisfied and he couldn’t keep his hands away from Michael, caressing his thighs, his ass, his back. Isabel was now sitting by Michael’s side, her hands joining Stuart’s, sliding over Michael’s body. “You knew this was going to happen?” He asked her. “Yes”. And just like that, she was back in her bed, opening her eyes. “Oh shit!” Thought Isabel, thinking about their reactions when she told them what had happened. Then her cell phone rang, and she saw it was Stuart.
- Oh shit! - She went again.
- Stuart? - She answered cautiously.
- Thanks. - He said and hanged up, leaving Isabel staring at her phone.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 173
Stuart woke up with a start, and saw he was still on the couch. He looked around the room for Isabel, but she wasn’t there. Then he realized she had dreamwalked him. But what had that been about? Michael…he turned towards the bed and saw the boy writhing and moaning. His mind seemed to be divided in two. One went on the doctor mode and told him to check on him cause he seemed to be in pain. The other one told him Michael was enjoying the pain, being of a sexual nature, and he was the one who had caused it. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and when Isabel flashed in his mind, he knew that whatever had happened, she had made it happen. He followed his professional instincts and went to the bed. He noticed the sheets were below Michael’s knees and his hands went automatically to the inside of the boy’s thighs. One second his fingers slid up the smooth velvety skin, the next, they were finding a warm thick substance unmistakenly dripping down from a source above it that Stuart knew where it was coming from, and the texture was semen, beyond doubts. And then it was gone and he was enjoying the warm dry skin again. Michael was spreading his thighs for Stuart and the vibes the alien boy was sending him were totally sexual, and very hard to resist. Stuart looked down and had this sudden crystal clear flash of his cock inside Michael as his hands spread him for a perfectly erotic view. But there was another pair of hands keeping his in place, and he recognized them as Isabel’s. He pulled away as if burnt and Michael groaned in disappointment.
- Michael? - He put his hand on his thigh to be on the safe side, which he knew it wasn’t what he really wanted.
- Mmm…yesss…- Michael squirmed, raising his hips off the bed.
Stuart used both hands to hold him down, because the feelings Michael’s body was awakening in him were frightening him. One thing was fantasizing, quite another one was actually doing it. But he had done it…that satisfied feeling in his gut told him he had. Then it hit him. Isabel had made it real in her dreamworld. He knew how real that was, and he closed his eyes, his fingers digging into Michael as he bucked against them and it was all there. Right in front of him. He didn’t need to open his eyes to see the scene played on the very same bed he was kneeling on. And Michael was sharing it with him, sending it back to him though their contact. The boy was still asleep, and Stuart’s thoughts went to Isabel and how well she knew him. He was grateful to her for her gift to him and had this need to thank her, in case she was getting second thoughts and was feeling guilty for not having asked first for his consent. After thanking her, he patted Michael’s butt, and padded back to his room. If it was going to happen in the real world, it would be with everyone knowing what was going on.
Michael woke up late next morning alone, but sure he had been fucked real good last night. And the only guy available was Stuart so…Isabel! He chuckled. Yes, this was definitely her doing. He lifted his face from the pillow and saw a tray on the breakfast table neatly covered. “Yummm,” he thought, “breakfast! Shit, I have to get up”…
- Michael? Oh you’re awake. - Sylvia’s head popped in as he saw the door was ajar. - Laurie asked me to check on you. Breakfast? -
Michael nodded and smirked, stretching lazily before realizing the sheet was almost at his knees. As Sylvia’s back was turned, retreaving the tray, Michael reached down and got the sheets up with his powers, all the way to his waist. He grinned as he felt Liz’s vibes get through now that he was awake. That was it, she just wanted to make sure he was alright. He checked the time and saw she was probably in class, so she let her know he was ok and sent her a kiss. He felt her love as she broke the connection.
Sylvia placed the tray on the huge bed.
- Do you need anything else? - She asked him.
- No thanks, I’m ok. - He smirked as she gave him a big smile and left the room.
Liz almost fell off her desk as her phone vibrated in her pocket making her whole stomach tingle. She had a text message and it was from Isabel. She read: CALL ME ASAP - URGENT!
Liz was denied a bathroom pass, so she had to wait until the class was over to rush to find a place where she could talk to Isabel unheard.
- What is it? - She asked, alarmed.
- When have you…been in touch with Michael? - Isabel’s voice sounded…guilty?
- Last night as he was falling asleep and a few minutes ago, to find he was finally awake and ok. Why? - Liz heard Isabel sound relieved.
- We have to talk. Alone, first. Will you do that for me? And you haven’t heard from me, ok? - Isabel knew how weird that sounded specially since they were supposed to keep no secrets from each other.
- I can sneak out at lunchtime. Where do I meet you? -
Michael turned on his side and had his breakfast. It was rather simple, just o.j. and cereal with milk. The milk wasn’t in a carton but in a little jug, and when he poured it, he noticed it looked like chocolate milk. There was no sugar, so he presumed the milk was already sweetened. He tried a spoonful and yes, it was sweet, with an exotic pleasant flavour. Michael shrugged and wolfed it down. He was sure he would be still hungry with just that, but he was surprised to feel very full. He slithered on the bed and placed the tray on the floor by the bed. He went to sleep almost immediately. A few hours later, he started waking up. He did his hip snuggle, gave a soft moan and sighed. Then he noticed his face wasn’t actually on the pillow, and perceived a faint perfume, clearly female.
- Mmm? - He went, as he felt fingers running through his hair and a hand caressing his cheek.
- Lunch? - Serena sounded amused.
Michael rolled on his side, his face off her lap, and looked up at her. She tilted her head to a side and imitated his smirk.
- I just had breakfast…but it wasn’t much, so I guess I might be already hungry again. -
- You had breakfast at 10 am according to Sylvia and now it’s 2 pm. -
Michael’s eyes opened wide. Then his dream with Stuart flashed in his mind and he realized why he was sleeping so much. Isabel’s dreamwalks were very realistic, and though it wasn’t really happening, his body thought it was and his muscles went through the drill just the same. No wonder he felt a little sore. He wondered how Stuart was doing.
- Ok, but I better get up. -
He was trying to think how to do it decently because of his state of undress, but Serena beat him to it. With a wave of her hand, she had him in the black bathing suit, the one with the net on the sides. He felt the constriction on his waking hard on and knew what she had done. He chuckled and got up.
- Oh! - Serena said, and with another wave, Michael was feeling as if he was fresh out of the shower.
He wasn’t very keen on it, but he had to admit it came in handy sometimes.
They walked over to the pool where Anita had her awesome salads and omelettes waiting for them. Serena had contributed with the sherbets.
- Hey Anita, what was that in my breakfast milk? - He was curious.
Anita and Serena shared a secret look, and went into a peal of laughter. Michael had expected the usual giggles, but no, they were laughing out loud.
- What? - He frowned, wondering what they had done to him.
- Did you like it? - Anita said with a mischievous grin.
- Yeah, it was quite good, what was it? It definitely wasn’t chocolate…- He was finding it hard to guess what the taste was, he was sure he had never had it before.
- It was Miss Serena’s idea. She’s very familiar with it. It’s “algarrobina”. - Anita said, giggling.
- Alga…what? - Michael looked perplexed as Serena and Anita now gave him the giggles he had expected before.
- It’s the product of a tree that’s typical in Peru. It gives these…they look like green beans but they are pale yellow, apparently dry outside, but inside they contain these syrup that’s very dark and sweet, and it’s nutritional value is amazing. Very energetic, on every field. - Serena winked at him.
- Laurie knows about it, and was telling Stuart about it during breakfast, when he was curious about it, after he poured it on his pancakes thinking it was molasses, and of course it wasn’t. He liked it and for some reason, suggested to spike your milk with it. He’s your doctor, he should know what you need, right? -
Serena’s grin was just as mischievous as Anita’s, but Michael could tell it was for different reasons. Did she know about the dream? She was alien, so she probably got it from him as he lay asleep on her lap. Guess he couldn’t keep anything away from her. But he trusted her completely so no harm done.
They had a great lunch and then Michael went to lie on his spot by the pool. Serena got a deck chair and lay alongside him, reaching down and placing her hand on his back, over his heart.
- Michael, life in Antar was full of conflict and treason, there was a lot going on that you didn’t know of until you were considered old enough to be able to understand it, which was a dire mistake. By the time Zan was crowned king, his father tried to cram into his head all the information he should know to protect the kingdom, all at once, and it just resulted in confusion and misunderstanding which only had him taking wrong decisions and declining the sensible advice Larek and you tried to give him. He thought everyone was against him trying to make him fail to take away his throne. It wasn’t completely his fault as much as his father’s. He had put him on a pedestal which simply didn’t meet the needs of the reality of the kingdom, and Zan couldn’t keep his balance and fell from it. That’s what happened. I was there, that’s why I need to take you through the whole downfall, step by step, so that you will be warned of what you mustn’t do to prevent it from happening again. This weekend will be very important, specially for Max, because he seems to be just what he was in his previous life, he won’t take it kindly when he is shown his mistakes, and will get the wrong impression from those who just want to help him. I need you to be prepared because he was very hard on you, just like he was here and even more. You were sworn to him, and he was very demanding. - She squeezed his hand. - My sister the queen, loved you very much, your mother had been not only her sister in law but also her best friend, and she saw her in you, you are her spitting image. Even in your human form, you look so much like her…oh, Michael, I loved her very much too, she was such a noble woman. She was the perfect match for your father, and you have the best of both, her looks, and your father’s brains. -
- I won’t even be able to graduate high school, Serena, so I think you better think twice about the last part. - He shook his head and sighed.
- You’re wrong. You simply couldn’t stomach classes in Antar either, yet your instincts were amazing. They were part of you, there was nothing to teach you, that’s why you knew you were wasting your time taking the lessons like Zan needed. You didn’t, you just knew them. You’re Royal Blood, and no match for those who aren’t like Zan. Here, humans stupidly consider themselves the smart ones and animals a lower form of life, they’re just proving themselves wrong. Tell me why! - She demanded, she challenged him.
- Because…nah, it’s stupid…- He frowned and Serena hated Hank and Max for making him so insecure, laughing at his opinions and mocking his ideas, never giving him credit when he was right. A drunkard who couldn’t keep a job and a bad king who couldn’t keep his throne. Their common denominator: failure.
- No it’s not! Say exactly what’s on your mind. I’m listening and I trust you! -
- Because instincts are true and unfailing. Humans don’t realize that they are animals too, they are born with the true instincts but lose them through the conditioning of education. Animals only kill to defend their lives, those of their families and their territory. Even carnivores only kill what is necessary, and it’s usually the weak prey, that will slow the herd anyway. Ironically meat eaters are known for their aggressiveness, while the herbivores are known for their strength. Carnivores never eat their like cause they would probably get poisoned, they eat herbivores, because they can’t only digest the nutrients their victims eat from their meat. Humans show their stupidity killing for the sake of it, not only unnecessary amounts of animals, for stupid reasons, like “sport” and sick entertainment, but even their own, in murders due to anger or ambition, without the justification of self defense, and senseless wars. They’re poisoning their own environment with their chemicals, they have no respect for their planet. Most of them don’t deserve it. - Michael spoke his mind freely, knowing Serena would not judge him for his opinions.
- You are a warrior. What do you consider senseless wars? - She persisted
- The crusades. What was the use of murdering all those people to recover a city that was so far from their homes and anyway had never belonged to them. Viet Nam, murdering innocent people who had nothing to do with the war itself, because they were the wrong race, and that country had never done any direct damage to Americans. I think the hippies were right for not wanting to fight, it wasn’t their war. And those poor guys that made it back to go nuts and turn sniper, gunning down their fellow citizens in their delusion. There are really too many others I’d rather not even remember. I was almost expelled from school once on the subject of the American Indians. And it was very much the same from what you told us of the Incas, huh? -
- Yes, unfortunately. You see? You are absolutely right. Your father always said so. You had something he didn’t, you respected your enemies, you put yourself in their place and you were never cruel or blood thirsty in battle, that’s why falling to your sword was considered an honour among your enemies. When your army took a village, you permitted all the looting your soldiers wanted, but you personally made sure that the old, women and children were respected even on the first time you saw it happen. You had a terrible argument with your father, though he was like you in that aspect. It was your third battle and the first time you saw a village taken. Five of your soldiers went into a hut a little far off and cornered two women there. You heard their screams of terror and rushed over. You leapt in front of them with your sword drawn, ready to kill or be killed to protect them. Your father was impressed, so were the soldiers. It was dark inside and they couldn’t recognize you. But your father had followed you and screamed your name stopping the soldiers. They could have killed you if they charged you all together. You wouldn’t have fallen alone, I’m sure, probably taking as much as three with you, but still, we could have lost you. -
- Guess I’m still that stupid. I can’t help it. - Michael smirked.
- That’s not being stupid, that’s the protector in you, that’s why you can’t help it. It’s part of what you are. Your courage and justice is what the legends of Prince Rath-Michael are made of. And they are totally true. -
- Thanks, I hope I can rise to the occasion. - He sighed.
- You always do. I know. You’ll see. -
Stuart woke up with a start, and saw he was still on the couch. He looked around the room for Isabel, but she wasn’t there. Then he realized she had dreamwalked him. But what had that been about? Michael…he turned towards the bed and saw the boy writhing and moaning. His mind seemed to be divided in two. One went on the doctor mode and told him to check on him cause he seemed to be in pain. The other one told him Michael was enjoying the pain, being of a sexual nature, and he was the one who had caused it. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and when Isabel flashed in his mind, he knew that whatever had happened, she had made it happen. He followed his professional instincts and went to the bed. He noticed the sheets were below Michael’s knees and his hands went automatically to the inside of the boy’s thighs. One second his fingers slid up the smooth velvety skin, the next, they were finding a warm thick substance unmistakenly dripping down from a source above it that Stuart knew where it was coming from, and the texture was semen, beyond doubts. And then it was gone and he was enjoying the warm dry skin again. Michael was spreading his thighs for Stuart and the vibes the alien boy was sending him were totally sexual, and very hard to resist. Stuart looked down and had this sudden crystal clear flash of his cock inside Michael as his hands spread him for a perfectly erotic view. But there was another pair of hands keeping his in place, and he recognized them as Isabel’s. He pulled away as if burnt and Michael groaned in disappointment.
- Michael? - He put his hand on his thigh to be on the safe side, which he knew it wasn’t what he really wanted.
- Mmm…yesss…- Michael squirmed, raising his hips off the bed.
Stuart used both hands to hold him down, because the feelings Michael’s body was awakening in him were frightening him. One thing was fantasizing, quite another one was actually doing it. But he had done it…that satisfied feeling in his gut told him he had. Then it hit him. Isabel had made it real in her dreamworld. He knew how real that was, and he closed his eyes, his fingers digging into Michael as he bucked against them and it was all there. Right in front of him. He didn’t need to open his eyes to see the scene played on the very same bed he was kneeling on. And Michael was sharing it with him, sending it back to him though their contact. The boy was still asleep, and Stuart’s thoughts went to Isabel and how well she knew him. He was grateful to her for her gift to him and had this need to thank her, in case she was getting second thoughts and was feeling guilty for not having asked first for his consent. After thanking her, he patted Michael’s butt, and padded back to his room. If it was going to happen in the real world, it would be with everyone knowing what was going on.
Michael woke up late next morning alone, but sure he had been fucked real good last night. And the only guy available was Stuart so…Isabel! He chuckled. Yes, this was definitely her doing. He lifted his face from the pillow and saw a tray on the breakfast table neatly covered. “Yummm,” he thought, “breakfast! Shit, I have to get up”…
- Michael? Oh you’re awake. - Sylvia’s head popped in as he saw the door was ajar. - Laurie asked me to check on you. Breakfast? -
Michael nodded and smirked, stretching lazily before realizing the sheet was almost at his knees. As Sylvia’s back was turned, retreaving the tray, Michael reached down and got the sheets up with his powers, all the way to his waist. He grinned as he felt Liz’s vibes get through now that he was awake. That was it, she just wanted to make sure he was alright. He checked the time and saw she was probably in class, so she let her know he was ok and sent her a kiss. He felt her love as she broke the connection.
Sylvia placed the tray on the huge bed.
- Do you need anything else? - She asked him.
- No thanks, I’m ok. - He smirked as she gave him a big smile and left the room.
Liz almost fell off her desk as her phone vibrated in her pocket making her whole stomach tingle. She had a text message and it was from Isabel. She read: CALL ME ASAP - URGENT!
Liz was denied a bathroom pass, so she had to wait until the class was over to rush to find a place where she could talk to Isabel unheard.
- What is it? - She asked, alarmed.
- When have you…been in touch with Michael? - Isabel’s voice sounded…guilty?
- Last night as he was falling asleep and a few minutes ago, to find he was finally awake and ok. Why? - Liz heard Isabel sound relieved.
- We have to talk. Alone, first. Will you do that for me? And you haven’t heard from me, ok? - Isabel knew how weird that sounded specially since they were supposed to keep no secrets from each other.
- I can sneak out at lunchtime. Where do I meet you? -
Michael turned on his side and had his breakfast. It was rather simple, just o.j. and cereal with milk. The milk wasn’t in a carton but in a little jug, and when he poured it, he noticed it looked like chocolate milk. There was no sugar, so he presumed the milk was already sweetened. He tried a spoonful and yes, it was sweet, with an exotic pleasant flavour. Michael shrugged and wolfed it down. He was sure he would be still hungry with just that, but he was surprised to feel very full. He slithered on the bed and placed the tray on the floor by the bed. He went to sleep almost immediately. A few hours later, he started waking up. He did his hip snuggle, gave a soft moan and sighed. Then he noticed his face wasn’t actually on the pillow, and perceived a faint perfume, clearly female.
- Mmm? - He went, as he felt fingers running through his hair and a hand caressing his cheek.
- Lunch? - Serena sounded amused.
Michael rolled on his side, his face off her lap, and looked up at her. She tilted her head to a side and imitated his smirk.
- I just had breakfast…but it wasn’t much, so I guess I might be already hungry again. -
- You had breakfast at 10 am according to Sylvia and now it’s 2 pm. -
Michael’s eyes opened wide. Then his dream with Stuart flashed in his mind and he realized why he was sleeping so much. Isabel’s dreamwalks were very realistic, and though it wasn’t really happening, his body thought it was and his muscles went through the drill just the same. No wonder he felt a little sore. He wondered how Stuart was doing.
- Ok, but I better get up. -
He was trying to think how to do it decently because of his state of undress, but Serena beat him to it. With a wave of her hand, she had him in the black bathing suit, the one with the net on the sides. He felt the constriction on his waking hard on and knew what she had done. He chuckled and got up.
- Oh! - Serena said, and with another wave, Michael was feeling as if he was fresh out of the shower.
He wasn’t very keen on it, but he had to admit it came in handy sometimes.
They walked over to the pool where Anita had her awesome salads and omelettes waiting for them. Serena had contributed with the sherbets.
- Hey Anita, what was that in my breakfast milk? - He was curious.
Anita and Serena shared a secret look, and went into a peal of laughter. Michael had expected the usual giggles, but no, they were laughing out loud.
- What? - He frowned, wondering what they had done to him.
- Did you like it? - Anita said with a mischievous grin.
- Yeah, it was quite good, what was it? It definitely wasn’t chocolate…- He was finding it hard to guess what the taste was, he was sure he had never had it before.
- It was Miss Serena’s idea. She’s very familiar with it. It’s “algarrobina”. - Anita said, giggling.
- Alga…what? - Michael looked perplexed as Serena and Anita now gave him the giggles he had expected before.
- It’s the product of a tree that’s typical in Peru. It gives these…they look like green beans but they are pale yellow, apparently dry outside, but inside they contain these syrup that’s very dark and sweet, and it’s nutritional value is amazing. Very energetic, on every field. - Serena winked at him.
- Laurie knows about it, and was telling Stuart about it during breakfast, when he was curious about it, after he poured it on his pancakes thinking it was molasses, and of course it wasn’t. He liked it and for some reason, suggested to spike your milk with it. He’s your doctor, he should know what you need, right? -
Serena’s grin was just as mischievous as Anita’s, but Michael could tell it was for different reasons. Did she know about the dream? She was alien, so she probably got it from him as he lay asleep on her lap. Guess he couldn’t keep anything away from her. But he trusted her completely so no harm done.
They had a great lunch and then Michael went to lie on his spot by the pool. Serena got a deck chair and lay alongside him, reaching down and placing her hand on his back, over his heart.
- Michael, life in Antar was full of conflict and treason, there was a lot going on that you didn’t know of until you were considered old enough to be able to understand it, which was a dire mistake. By the time Zan was crowned king, his father tried to cram into his head all the information he should know to protect the kingdom, all at once, and it just resulted in confusion and misunderstanding which only had him taking wrong decisions and declining the sensible advice Larek and you tried to give him. He thought everyone was against him trying to make him fail to take away his throne. It wasn’t completely his fault as much as his father’s. He had put him on a pedestal which simply didn’t meet the needs of the reality of the kingdom, and Zan couldn’t keep his balance and fell from it. That’s what happened. I was there, that’s why I need to take you through the whole downfall, step by step, so that you will be warned of what you mustn’t do to prevent it from happening again. This weekend will be very important, specially for Max, because he seems to be just what he was in his previous life, he won’t take it kindly when he is shown his mistakes, and will get the wrong impression from those who just want to help him. I need you to be prepared because he was very hard on you, just like he was here and even more. You were sworn to him, and he was very demanding. - She squeezed his hand. - My sister the queen, loved you very much, your mother had been not only her sister in law but also her best friend, and she saw her in you, you are her spitting image. Even in your human form, you look so much like her…oh, Michael, I loved her very much too, she was such a noble woman. She was the perfect match for your father, and you have the best of both, her looks, and your father’s brains. -
- I won’t even be able to graduate high school, Serena, so I think you better think twice about the last part. - He shook his head and sighed.
- You’re wrong. You simply couldn’t stomach classes in Antar either, yet your instincts were amazing. They were part of you, there was nothing to teach you, that’s why you knew you were wasting your time taking the lessons like Zan needed. You didn’t, you just knew them. You’re Royal Blood, and no match for those who aren’t like Zan. Here, humans stupidly consider themselves the smart ones and animals a lower form of life, they’re just proving themselves wrong. Tell me why! - She demanded, she challenged him.
- Because…nah, it’s stupid…- He frowned and Serena hated Hank and Max for making him so insecure, laughing at his opinions and mocking his ideas, never giving him credit when he was right. A drunkard who couldn’t keep a job and a bad king who couldn’t keep his throne. Their common denominator: failure.
- No it’s not! Say exactly what’s on your mind. I’m listening and I trust you! -
- Because instincts are true and unfailing. Humans don’t realize that they are animals too, they are born with the true instincts but lose them through the conditioning of education. Animals only kill to defend their lives, those of their families and their territory. Even carnivores only kill what is necessary, and it’s usually the weak prey, that will slow the herd anyway. Ironically meat eaters are known for their aggressiveness, while the herbivores are known for their strength. Carnivores never eat their like cause they would probably get poisoned, they eat herbivores, because they can’t only digest the nutrients their victims eat from their meat. Humans show their stupidity killing for the sake of it, not only unnecessary amounts of animals, for stupid reasons, like “sport” and sick entertainment, but even their own, in murders due to anger or ambition, without the justification of self defense, and senseless wars. They’re poisoning their own environment with their chemicals, they have no respect for their planet. Most of them don’t deserve it. - Michael spoke his mind freely, knowing Serena would not judge him for his opinions.
- You are a warrior. What do you consider senseless wars? - She persisted
- The crusades. What was the use of murdering all those people to recover a city that was so far from their homes and anyway had never belonged to them. Viet Nam, murdering innocent people who had nothing to do with the war itself, because they were the wrong race, and that country had never done any direct damage to Americans. I think the hippies were right for not wanting to fight, it wasn’t their war. And those poor guys that made it back to go nuts and turn sniper, gunning down their fellow citizens in their delusion. There are really too many others I’d rather not even remember. I was almost expelled from school once on the subject of the American Indians. And it was very much the same from what you told us of the Incas, huh? -
- Yes, unfortunately. You see? You are absolutely right. Your father always said so. You had something he didn’t, you respected your enemies, you put yourself in their place and you were never cruel or blood thirsty in battle, that’s why falling to your sword was considered an honour among your enemies. When your army took a village, you permitted all the looting your soldiers wanted, but you personally made sure that the old, women and children were respected even on the first time you saw it happen. You had a terrible argument with your father, though he was like you in that aspect. It was your third battle and the first time you saw a village taken. Five of your soldiers went into a hut a little far off and cornered two women there. You heard their screams of terror and rushed over. You leapt in front of them with your sword drawn, ready to kill or be killed to protect them. Your father was impressed, so were the soldiers. It was dark inside and they couldn’t recognize you. But your father had followed you and screamed your name stopping the soldiers. They could have killed you if they charged you all together. You wouldn’t have fallen alone, I’m sure, probably taking as much as three with you, but still, we could have lost you. -
- Guess I’m still that stupid. I can’t help it. - Michael smirked.
- That’s not being stupid, that’s the protector in you, that’s why you can’t help it. It’s part of what you are. Your courage and justice is what the legends of Prince Rath-Michael are made of. And they are totally true. -
- Thanks, I hope I can rise to the occasion. - He sighed.
- You always do. I know. You’ll see. -
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Chapter 174
Laurie arrived with Stuart and found Michael fast asleep with his hand dipped in the pool, and Serena watching him sleep, rubbing his back. The look on her face was almost that of a mother for a son. Stuart remembered what they had been through last night and he was sure Michael did too.
- He ok? - He asked Serena.
- Yeah sure, he’s slept a lot though, but had an almost perfect breakfast and a great lunch. - She smiled at him.
- What was wrong with breakfast? - Stuart wondered, thinking the special syrup was just perfect for him.
- Oh nothing wrong, but he should have more fruit before the cereal and milk, that’s all. -
Serena had taken a few courses on the subject and she was a fruit fanatic because of the nutrients they contained and the importance of eating them on an empty stomach for the full absorption.
- We absolutely agree. He can start tomorrow. You’re in charge of that, ok? Ask Anita to give him a big fruit salad with honey. - He turned to Laurie after agreeing with Serena.
- Ok, we’ll have lunch, I’ll do my homework with Stuart’s help, and then can he ride? - Laurie asked Serena.
- He’s the one to tell you, if he feels like it which I’m sure he will. - Serena nodded and watched Laurie dig in the salads as Stuart did so too.
She couldn’t help notice the surreptitious looks the doctor kept giving the sleeping boy and hoped Isabel wouldn’t do it again without having the courtesy of making sure they were both ok with it before she got it going. Michael had no problems, being who he was, but Stuart was having a bad case of a guilty conscience, obviously from having enjoyed it too much. Laurie got her books and they worked until it was finished. Then they went into the house and returned shortly after they changed their clothes. Stuart was in comfortable sweats and t-shirt and Laurie was in riding gear. She walked up to her brother.
- Michael…Hey kid, wanna ride? - She knelt by him and shook his shoulder.
When she only got a soft moan for an answer, she dipped her cupped hand in the water and sprinkled it on his spine, from between his shoulder blades to the waist of his swimming trunks. Michael just squirmed and gave a protesting groan. Laurie was determined. She cupped both her hands together and got a reasonable amount of water in them. She dropped it all at once smack on his ass. Michael jerked and opened his eyes, as Serena saw Stuart’s eyes glaze, then he discreetly placed the magazine in his hands over his lap to cover the tent he was sporting.
- Shit! - Michael exclaimed and got up on all fours.
- Language bro! Shame on you! - Laurie teased him, looking completely innocent. - How about a ride? Serena says it’s ok if you want to, and of course, it’s only fair for Stuart to agree too, right? -
Stuart kept staring at Michael and wasn’t aware Laurie was talking to him. Michael’s eyes were locked with Stuart’s and didn’t leave them while he slowly got up to his feet. Those two were going to have to talk it over.
- Stuart? - Laurie insisted.
- What? Sorry, I was thinking if the syrup had had a different effect on Michael and made him sleepy instead of boosting up his energy. - He was quick with the excuse.
Serena appreciated that in him. She had noticed Michael’s eyes had glazed too and though she clearly saw the lust in both men’s eyes, Laurie seemed totally unaware of it.
- Sure, great idea, I’ll go change. - Michael snapped out of it just as quickly, and went up the back stairs to his bedroom.
When he came back, the younger ones went to get the horses and the other two went to the upper terrace to watch them ride. It was now Serena who kept stealing glances at Stuart as he watched the boy ride, almost drooling. It just confirmed her that their bonding was inevitable. Michael was sex on legs just as he had been in Antar.
Liz met Isabel at a small diner by a gas station. She thought it was funny the way Isabel looked both ways before she started talking. Only older people went there, so they were perfectly safe. If was the last place anyone would come looking for them. No one would expect them to be there or find them even by a freak accident. Isabel cleared her throat nervously before she spoke. She spilled it all out as Liz tried her best not to look even a little grossed out. Isabel insisted she had just taken them a step further in what was obviously about to happen, but she admitted she felt kind of guilty about it because she was now sure they would both want to make it real.
Liz knew Stuart had been holding back pretty good so far, and Isabel had foolishly pushed him into it. It was the last thing she thought Isabel would do or wanted to happen, but aliens were proving to be so unpredictable! Liz was worried about how Maria would take it, and Isabel was thinking of Max’s reaction, being as possessive as he had become of Michael’s body after the ritual. She knew he had to be lenient, knowing how Michael was, if he didn’t want to end up killing him in a crime of passion. But she worried anyway. They would have to tell them, of course, so it would be up to Liz to prepare Maria and Isabel would take care of her brother. At least it hadn’t really happened as far as they knew, that’s why Isabel wanted Liz to know so she could be on the alert for any funny business out in Tucson. They were just a day away from going back and time was short to put things on track before the trip.
The rest of the afternoon was quite trying for Liz. The second she arrived, they were all over her, worried about her disappearance. Liz admitted she had been with Isabel, but they would tell them what it was about later on when they were all together. Their bombarding her with protests and questions and Maria’s whines did nothing to make her change her mind. To make things worse, the Crashdown was full during their two shifts, and nothing could be done until closing time. Then, thankfully, the Parkers decided to go to a movie to patch up some unknown spat that the younger ones weren’t even aware had happened, so they did a quick alien clean-up and rushed up to Liz’s room. Everyone’s eyes were on Isabel.
- Ok, first of all you have to promise…P-R-O-M-I-S-E…- She spelled…-that you will not be angry with me. At the first sign, I will shut up and you will not get another word from me. You will not take it out on Stuart either. -
- Something’s happened to Michael that Stuart can’t do anything about and you know since you dreamwalked him last night and you waited until now to tell us? - Maria spat it all out in such speed that it was amazing that it had been understable at all.
- Maria, if something was wrong with Michael do you think I would be so calm? Nothing’s wrong with him! - Isabel frowned, her concentration on how to break it on them without the least possibility of retributions to her person, was blown completely with the worried girl’s outburst.
- Will you let her finish? - Kyle snapped at Maria who raised her hands palms out in front of her, in a silent apology.
- Yesterday when I dreamwalked Stuart, he was with Michael…- A gasp interrupted her again and Isabel scoffed. - Ok, that’s it. -
- Please, I’m sorry, please Isabel, go on, I swear on Michael I won’t even breathe louder that necessary again. God forbid, not even sneeze! - Maria sobbed as Isabel sighed, exasperated.
- Stuart was dozing on the couch watching Michael sleep, making sure he was alright. I could feel he was itching to go to him and…you know. So I made it happen. In the dream of course, not in real life! - The absolute silence that followed made her think maybe she had not really spoken but just gone over it on her mind before she did. But Max proved her wrong.
- You shouldn’t have done that! - The fury in his voice reminded Liz of her encounter with Zan that day at the hospital.
- They both wanted it! - Isabel defended herself.
- Michael is mine! - Max was spitting in his anger.
- Hey! Wait a minute! I think Michael has a right to decide what he feels like doing! But I also think it was wrong, and Michael is mine by the way! - Maria took the stand in her usual explosive way.
- No! This is unacceptable! He is sworn to me! He offered his body to me in the ritual! He is mine! - This was definitely Zan again and he got up to get Maria to shut up.
Maria opened her mouth to retaliate and Liz, quick as a flash, grabbed her can of cherry cola and drenched Max with it. He started choking and he sat back coughing. His hands went to his throat and his eyes bulged while they all stared at him not sure of what to do. Max closed his eyes and calmed down, so that when he opened them again, he was himself again.
- Max, you ok? - Liz asked, picking up a t-shirt to dry his face.
- What is this? - Max was confused as he pushed Liz’s hand with the t-shirt away from him and dried himself with his powers.
- You went Zan on us and almost ripped Maria’s head off her shoulders. - Liz explained.
- What? Why? - He still didn’t get it.
- Michael issues…- Kyle provided.
- Michael?...Oh, Michael, Isabel why did you do that? - He frowned, shaking his head.
- You’re still on the “I own Michael” thing? It was a dream, Max! It didn’t really happen! Hello? - Isabel was visibly pissed with her brother.
- You know how real your dreamwalking is, Isabel, now you’ve got them going, and you know how it will end! - Max shouted.
- You’re jealous! Great! Even Maria isn’t acting like a total moron like you are! Get a grip, Max! You may do what you want to him when you’re together on your “I’m the king and I own my warrior” thing, but Michael has a life apart from you, in case you don’t know! - Isabel shouted back.
- You bet he has, and it’s with me, whether you like it or not! - It was Maria’s turn to shout now.
- Hey, hey! Stop the shouting! Keep it down! They can hear you all the way down the block! What’s wrong with you? We’re talking, not fighting! - Liz tried to reason with them.
- Ok, sorry, you’re right Liz, but the “king” here must always have the last word, right Max? - Isabel was getting red in the face.
- You don’t understand…- Max began.
- Of course I do! I was there too! You took him to spite me, you had to have him first to rub it in my face! I’m sorry Maria! - Isabel covered her face with her hands and started to sob.
- Max, was that necessary? - Liz gave him an angry look as she hugged Isabel from one side and Maria joined her from the other.
- You didn’t protest and even watched it and took part when Kyle fucked him, huh? And that was live and real! - Maria was seething.
- Hey! Don’t drag me into this! It was Michael who said he would let me do it! I didn’t ask him to! Right Max? You were there, you heard him! - Kyle was now on the defensive too.
- He was trying to get you to stop fighting, you jerk! It was a figure of speech and you just took it seriously. He didn’t have the heart to tell you he didn’t mean it literally! That’s why he let you do it! That was all! - Maria threw at him.
- No, no! He really meant it! What do you know? You weren’t there! It was a guy thing! It has nothing to do with you! You would never understand it! You’re just a girl! - Kyle regretted it the second he finished speaking. - Hey, Maria…I didn’t…-
- Yes you did! You…- Liz and Isabel grabbed Maria as she took off in Kyle’s direction.
Kyle tried to hide behind Max and Max tried to hide behind Kyle. They seemed to be dancing and both trying to lead at the same time. It was so ridiculously funny, that the three girls exploded in laughter. Both Kyle and Max were flushed and embarrassed, and were pushing each other away.
- Oh yeah, and you think you deserve Michael…he can sweep the floor with both of you at the same time. You may fuck him, but he’s more macho than either or you guys would ever hope to be even in your dreams! - Isabel rolled her eyes at them.
- Alright, no need to get offensive, we need to talk about this…- Max tried to get it under control.
- Now he wants to talk! What did you think I was doing until you went ballistic? - Isabel was angry again.
-Ok, we know what happened, we know Stuart didn’t ask for it though it was kind of obvious he wanted it, we know Michael was all for it, and we know Isabel just wanted to please them. Nothing’s really happened and if I know Stuart as I think I do, he will do nothing without everyone’s approval. Am I right, Isabel? - Liz definitely knew Stuart.
- Of course you are. In case you haven’t noticed, Stuart and Michael have been sleeping under the same roof since we left and they have had the opportunity to be together every night if they had wanted to. If seems that they do want to, but they haven’t out of respect for us and for Laurie because it’s her home. So now that’s it’s out in the open, we’ll discuss it as responsible adults when we’re all together. So over and out for the time being, ok? - Liz wrapped it up real nice, and they all nodded quietly. They left for their respective homes to make up for next day’s surprise when they would take off for Tucson again in a runaway situation.
After the ride, Laurie and Michael showered and changed and Laurie decided to go to the mall to get some new CD’s and videos. Sylvia also went with them and Rubén drove them over and waited for them. Serena watched Laurie and Stuart shudder when they entered the mall and turn to look at Michael who apparently was ok with it in spite of what had happened to him there. They went straight to the store they wanted and spent over an hour getting the stuff they had come for. Then it was ice cream and back home to watch some videos. Uncle Derek called Serena’s cell phone when he was on the way back and she told him to come straight over to Laurie’s to have dinner with her. By the time the second video was almost over, Uncle Derek arrived to watch the end and go straight to the dining room. Serena had noticed the looks that Stuart kept giving Michael
during dinner and she was sure he was about to make his move tonight.
As they were saying goodbye, Uncle Derek hurried ahead to ask Rubén something about a mechanical problem with his car and Serena asked Stuart to escort her over to the car. On the way there, she turned to Stuart.
- Be gentle and careful with him, he’s very sensitive. He’s been conditioned to suffer, so he won’t complain no matter how much you hurt him.”
- I don’t want to hurt him, I love him…- Stuart assured her.
- I know. You won’t find a better lover. His body has been made to be enjoyed, and to get pleasure from it. -
- Max…- He began.
- Max will let him be with whoever he wants, not to lose him, and Michael knows it and can handle him. - She whispered as she got into the car.
Laurie arrived with Stuart and found Michael fast asleep with his hand dipped in the pool, and Serena watching him sleep, rubbing his back. The look on her face was almost that of a mother for a son. Stuart remembered what they had been through last night and he was sure Michael did too.
- He ok? - He asked Serena.
- Yeah sure, he’s slept a lot though, but had an almost perfect breakfast and a great lunch. - She smiled at him.
- What was wrong with breakfast? - Stuart wondered, thinking the special syrup was just perfect for him.
- Oh nothing wrong, but he should have more fruit before the cereal and milk, that’s all. -
Serena had taken a few courses on the subject and she was a fruit fanatic because of the nutrients they contained and the importance of eating them on an empty stomach for the full absorption.
- We absolutely agree. He can start tomorrow. You’re in charge of that, ok? Ask Anita to give him a big fruit salad with honey. - He turned to Laurie after agreeing with Serena.
- Ok, we’ll have lunch, I’ll do my homework with Stuart’s help, and then can he ride? - Laurie asked Serena.
- He’s the one to tell you, if he feels like it which I’m sure he will. - Serena nodded and watched Laurie dig in the salads as Stuart did so too.
She couldn’t help notice the surreptitious looks the doctor kept giving the sleeping boy and hoped Isabel wouldn’t do it again without having the courtesy of making sure they were both ok with it before she got it going. Michael had no problems, being who he was, but Stuart was having a bad case of a guilty conscience, obviously from having enjoyed it too much. Laurie got her books and they worked until it was finished. Then they went into the house and returned shortly after they changed their clothes. Stuart was in comfortable sweats and t-shirt and Laurie was in riding gear. She walked up to her brother.
- Michael…Hey kid, wanna ride? - She knelt by him and shook his shoulder.
When she only got a soft moan for an answer, she dipped her cupped hand in the water and sprinkled it on his spine, from between his shoulder blades to the waist of his swimming trunks. Michael just squirmed and gave a protesting groan. Laurie was determined. She cupped both her hands together and got a reasonable amount of water in them. She dropped it all at once smack on his ass. Michael jerked and opened his eyes, as Serena saw Stuart’s eyes glaze, then he discreetly placed the magazine in his hands over his lap to cover the tent he was sporting.
- Shit! - Michael exclaimed and got up on all fours.
- Language bro! Shame on you! - Laurie teased him, looking completely innocent. - How about a ride? Serena says it’s ok if you want to, and of course, it’s only fair for Stuart to agree too, right? -
Stuart kept staring at Michael and wasn’t aware Laurie was talking to him. Michael’s eyes were locked with Stuart’s and didn’t leave them while he slowly got up to his feet. Those two were going to have to talk it over.
- Stuart? - Laurie insisted.
- What? Sorry, I was thinking if the syrup had had a different effect on Michael and made him sleepy instead of boosting up his energy. - He was quick with the excuse.
Serena appreciated that in him. She had noticed Michael’s eyes had glazed too and though she clearly saw the lust in both men’s eyes, Laurie seemed totally unaware of it.
- Sure, great idea, I’ll go change. - Michael snapped out of it just as quickly, and went up the back stairs to his bedroom.
When he came back, the younger ones went to get the horses and the other two went to the upper terrace to watch them ride. It was now Serena who kept stealing glances at Stuart as he watched the boy ride, almost drooling. It just confirmed her that their bonding was inevitable. Michael was sex on legs just as he had been in Antar.
Liz met Isabel at a small diner by a gas station. She thought it was funny the way Isabel looked both ways before she started talking. Only older people went there, so they were perfectly safe. If was the last place anyone would come looking for them. No one would expect them to be there or find them even by a freak accident. Isabel cleared her throat nervously before she spoke. She spilled it all out as Liz tried her best not to look even a little grossed out. Isabel insisted she had just taken them a step further in what was obviously about to happen, but she admitted she felt kind of guilty about it because she was now sure they would both want to make it real.
Liz knew Stuart had been holding back pretty good so far, and Isabel had foolishly pushed him into it. It was the last thing she thought Isabel would do or wanted to happen, but aliens were proving to be so unpredictable! Liz was worried about how Maria would take it, and Isabel was thinking of Max’s reaction, being as possessive as he had become of Michael’s body after the ritual. She knew he had to be lenient, knowing how Michael was, if he didn’t want to end up killing him in a crime of passion. But she worried anyway. They would have to tell them, of course, so it would be up to Liz to prepare Maria and Isabel would take care of her brother. At least it hadn’t really happened as far as they knew, that’s why Isabel wanted Liz to know so she could be on the alert for any funny business out in Tucson. They were just a day away from going back and time was short to put things on track before the trip.
The rest of the afternoon was quite trying for Liz. The second she arrived, they were all over her, worried about her disappearance. Liz admitted she had been with Isabel, but they would tell them what it was about later on when they were all together. Their bombarding her with protests and questions and Maria’s whines did nothing to make her change her mind. To make things worse, the Crashdown was full during their two shifts, and nothing could be done until closing time. Then, thankfully, the Parkers decided to go to a movie to patch up some unknown spat that the younger ones weren’t even aware had happened, so they did a quick alien clean-up and rushed up to Liz’s room. Everyone’s eyes were on Isabel.
- Ok, first of all you have to promise…P-R-O-M-I-S-E…- She spelled…-that you will not be angry with me. At the first sign, I will shut up and you will not get another word from me. You will not take it out on Stuart either. -
- Something’s happened to Michael that Stuart can’t do anything about and you know since you dreamwalked him last night and you waited until now to tell us? - Maria spat it all out in such speed that it was amazing that it had been understable at all.
- Maria, if something was wrong with Michael do you think I would be so calm? Nothing’s wrong with him! - Isabel frowned, her concentration on how to break it on them without the least possibility of retributions to her person, was blown completely with the worried girl’s outburst.
- Will you let her finish? - Kyle snapped at Maria who raised her hands palms out in front of her, in a silent apology.
- Yesterday when I dreamwalked Stuart, he was with Michael…- A gasp interrupted her again and Isabel scoffed. - Ok, that’s it. -
- Please, I’m sorry, please Isabel, go on, I swear on Michael I won’t even breathe louder that necessary again. God forbid, not even sneeze! - Maria sobbed as Isabel sighed, exasperated.
- Stuart was dozing on the couch watching Michael sleep, making sure he was alright. I could feel he was itching to go to him and…you know. So I made it happen. In the dream of course, not in real life! - The absolute silence that followed made her think maybe she had not really spoken but just gone over it on her mind before she did. But Max proved her wrong.
- You shouldn’t have done that! - The fury in his voice reminded Liz of her encounter with Zan that day at the hospital.
- They both wanted it! - Isabel defended herself.
- Michael is mine! - Max was spitting in his anger.
- Hey! Wait a minute! I think Michael has a right to decide what he feels like doing! But I also think it was wrong, and Michael is mine by the way! - Maria took the stand in her usual explosive way.
- No! This is unacceptable! He is sworn to me! He offered his body to me in the ritual! He is mine! - This was definitely Zan again and he got up to get Maria to shut up.
Maria opened her mouth to retaliate and Liz, quick as a flash, grabbed her can of cherry cola and drenched Max with it. He started choking and he sat back coughing. His hands went to his throat and his eyes bulged while they all stared at him not sure of what to do. Max closed his eyes and calmed down, so that when he opened them again, he was himself again.
- Max, you ok? - Liz asked, picking up a t-shirt to dry his face.
- What is this? - Max was confused as he pushed Liz’s hand with the t-shirt away from him and dried himself with his powers.
- You went Zan on us and almost ripped Maria’s head off her shoulders. - Liz explained.
- What? Why? - He still didn’t get it.
- Michael issues…- Kyle provided.
- Michael?...Oh, Michael, Isabel why did you do that? - He frowned, shaking his head.
- You’re still on the “I own Michael” thing? It was a dream, Max! It didn’t really happen! Hello? - Isabel was visibly pissed with her brother.
- You know how real your dreamwalking is, Isabel, now you’ve got them going, and you know how it will end! - Max shouted.
- You’re jealous! Great! Even Maria isn’t acting like a total moron like you are! Get a grip, Max! You may do what you want to him when you’re together on your “I’m the king and I own my warrior” thing, but Michael has a life apart from you, in case you don’t know! - Isabel shouted back.
- You bet he has, and it’s with me, whether you like it or not! - It was Maria’s turn to shout now.
- Hey, hey! Stop the shouting! Keep it down! They can hear you all the way down the block! What’s wrong with you? We’re talking, not fighting! - Liz tried to reason with them.
- Ok, sorry, you’re right Liz, but the “king” here must always have the last word, right Max? - Isabel was getting red in the face.
- You don’t understand…- Max began.
- Of course I do! I was there too! You took him to spite me, you had to have him first to rub it in my face! I’m sorry Maria! - Isabel covered her face with her hands and started to sob.
- Max, was that necessary? - Liz gave him an angry look as she hugged Isabel from one side and Maria joined her from the other.
- You didn’t protest and even watched it and took part when Kyle fucked him, huh? And that was live and real! - Maria was seething.
- Hey! Don’t drag me into this! It was Michael who said he would let me do it! I didn’t ask him to! Right Max? You were there, you heard him! - Kyle was now on the defensive too.
- He was trying to get you to stop fighting, you jerk! It was a figure of speech and you just took it seriously. He didn’t have the heart to tell you he didn’t mean it literally! That’s why he let you do it! That was all! - Maria threw at him.
- No, no! He really meant it! What do you know? You weren’t there! It was a guy thing! It has nothing to do with you! You would never understand it! You’re just a girl! - Kyle regretted it the second he finished speaking. - Hey, Maria…I didn’t…-
- Yes you did! You…- Liz and Isabel grabbed Maria as she took off in Kyle’s direction.
Kyle tried to hide behind Max and Max tried to hide behind Kyle. They seemed to be dancing and both trying to lead at the same time. It was so ridiculously funny, that the three girls exploded in laughter. Both Kyle and Max were flushed and embarrassed, and were pushing each other away.
- Oh yeah, and you think you deserve Michael…he can sweep the floor with both of you at the same time. You may fuck him, but he’s more macho than either or you guys would ever hope to be even in your dreams! - Isabel rolled her eyes at them.
- Alright, no need to get offensive, we need to talk about this…- Max tried to get it under control.
- Now he wants to talk! What did you think I was doing until you went ballistic? - Isabel was angry again.
-Ok, we know what happened, we know Stuart didn’t ask for it though it was kind of obvious he wanted it, we know Michael was all for it, and we know Isabel just wanted to please them. Nothing’s really happened and if I know Stuart as I think I do, he will do nothing without everyone’s approval. Am I right, Isabel? - Liz definitely knew Stuart.
- Of course you are. In case you haven’t noticed, Stuart and Michael have been sleeping under the same roof since we left and they have had the opportunity to be together every night if they had wanted to. If seems that they do want to, but they haven’t out of respect for us and for Laurie because it’s her home. So now that’s it’s out in the open, we’ll discuss it as responsible adults when we’re all together. So over and out for the time being, ok? - Liz wrapped it up real nice, and they all nodded quietly. They left for their respective homes to make up for next day’s surprise when they would take off for Tucson again in a runaway situation.
After the ride, Laurie and Michael showered and changed and Laurie decided to go to the mall to get some new CD’s and videos. Sylvia also went with them and Rubén drove them over and waited for them. Serena watched Laurie and Stuart shudder when they entered the mall and turn to look at Michael who apparently was ok with it in spite of what had happened to him there. They went straight to the store they wanted and spent over an hour getting the stuff they had come for. Then it was ice cream and back home to watch some videos. Uncle Derek called Serena’s cell phone when he was on the way back and she told him to come straight over to Laurie’s to have dinner with her. By the time the second video was almost over, Uncle Derek arrived to watch the end and go straight to the dining room. Serena had noticed the looks that Stuart kept giving Michael
during dinner and she was sure he was about to make his move tonight.
As they were saying goodbye, Uncle Derek hurried ahead to ask Rubén something about a mechanical problem with his car and Serena asked Stuart to escort her over to the car. On the way there, she turned to Stuart.
- Be gentle and careful with him, he’s very sensitive. He’s been conditioned to suffer, so he won’t complain no matter how much you hurt him.”
- I don’t want to hurt him, I love him…- Stuart assured her.
- I know. You won’t find a better lover. His body has been made to be enjoyed, and to get pleasure from it. -
- Max…- He began.
- Max will let him be with whoever he wants, not to lose him, and Michael knows it and can handle him. - She whispered as she got into the car.
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Chapter 175
Stuart joined Laurie and Michael back at the house and decided to call it a night.
- They’re such a lovely couple, I can’t believe they’re so much older than us! - Laurie yawned.
- Well, they’re young at heart, and that’s what counts. - Stuart nodded.
- I’m ready to drop…- Michael blinked putting his arms around their shoulders and jokingly pretending to hold himself up.
Laurie and Stuart wrapped their arms around his waist and dragged him up the stairs, laughing as Michael growled and went along. Once upstairs, they stopped at Michael’s bedroom and let go of him.
- Goodnight baby bro. - Laurie stood on tiptoes and gave Michael a gentle sisterly peck on the lips.
- Luv ya. - Michael smirked as she pecked Stuart on the cheek.
When she closed her door, Stuart turned to Michael.
- You feeling ok, kid? - He reached out and playfully tugged at Michael’s hair.
- Yeah sure, I guess. - Michael pretended to try to move away but stayed put, smiling.
- You want me to check you out, just in case? - Stuart’s eyes had an intense look as they locked on Michael’s.
Michael’s eyes flashed with Gandarium as his human adrenalin was activated with the vibes he was getting from Stuart. He just nodded and licked his lip giving the doctor a general jolt of powerful Michael vibes.
- I’ll get my stuff…- Stuart managed to whisper, and Michael smirked and turned to walk into his room.
Stuart tried to move, but he was rooted to the floor and he was panting. He watched Michael head for his bed, then he must’ve waved his hand in front of his body, out of Stuart’s sight, cause his clothes suddenly disappeared and he crawled to the middle of the huge bed to flop down on it. Stuart stood there wishing he could move to run and pounce on him. His snuggling did nothing to help him come out of his paralysis and he could have sworn the boy had chuckled at his predicament. Stuart was sure Michael knew he was still standing in the hallway looking at him. He started taking deep breaths and felt his fists unclench. Ok, he could move again. He went to his bedroom to get his bag, and returned to Michael with still shaky steps. The lights were dimmed, alien powers at play, but enough for him to arrive at the bed safely. He sat by Michael’s thighs and left his black bag on the floor by his foot. He opened it and took out the thermometer and a tube of K-Y.
- Just relax, ok? - He could only trust himself to whisper.
Michael sighed and gave a soft groan for all answer. Using one hand to spread him, Stuart inserted the instrument slowly as the boy pushed his hips up just enough to help him. “Get a grip,” Stuart thought, “now you’re jealous of a stick of glass? Man, you need a shrink!” He chuckled at his own joke, shaking his head. As he waited, he placed his hands on Michael’s butt, feeling the fevered response of the boy’s human side struggling to absorb the neutralized drugs deposited there. Maybe he could hasten it with an infiltration of a corticoid, but it would mean more needles and more pain. It would be useless to use xylocaine as in normal circumstances, since the anesthetic would have no effect on him. He was amazed at the amount of torture he had put the boy through and he was already thinking of doing it again. And yet Michael trusted him and had risked his life for him. “No, that’s enough!” He scolded himself. He fished a tube of ointment specifically used in bruises and started rubbing it in. Michael grunted and tensed at the painful initial contact, but as the heat of Stuart’s hands began to soothe the soreness, he started relaxing again. Stuart felt the strong muscles under his hands reacting to his touch, and the jolts shooting up his arms, but he welcomed them now.
- Mmmmm…- Michael moaned and the vibrations went straight to Stuart’s brain through his ears.
Michael felt Liz, but he just ignored her and he knew she would understand. He felt great and sent it back to her. He knew she was used to Stuart handling him so no problems there. But then he moaned again in protest as Stuart’s hands left him. Stuart pulled out the thermometer and it read 99.7. Normal for Michael after the day’s activity plus his sore butt, it would stabilize during the night as he slept. When he slept…if he slept…what was that about? Of course he would sleep, he was almost there right now. Stuart gave Michael’s ass a couple of pats and a squeeze as he reluctantly got up from the bed. He had to speak with Max about this before he did anything. He had to have his approval. Why? Cause he’s the king! He’s not my king! Cause Michael belongs to him…Michael doesn’t belong to anyone! Perhaps Maria?...He had given his body to Max in a ritual…an alien ritual, Stuart wanted his human side, that had nothing to do with the alien one. No, you must wait and make it right! Why? It feels right! He wants me, what more do I need?
Stuart was struggling with himself, looking for an answer which came from where he wasn’t expecting it.
- Stay with me…- Michael whispered, and that was all Stuart needed.
- Be right back. - He got up and took his bag as he hurried to his bedroom.
He got rid of his clothes and changed into his sleeping sweats before he gave in to the irresistible pull coming from the alien boy. He padded silently back to him and sat by the boy’s hip. Michael felt the bed dip as he sat.
- Hey…- He slurred.
- Michael…- He tasted his name, becoming a rare delicacy in his mouth.
- I could’ve done that for you, no need to leave…- His voice a sexy rasp.
- Shhhhh…I’m here now…- “Idiot! Of course he could’ve. Too late now.”
Stuart placed his hand between the boy’s shoulder blades and slid it slowly down his spine, then dipping it between the lush buttocks. He ran his fingers all the way down to the soft balls, and tickled them gently as Michael wiggled and chuckled. Then up again, tracing with his index to find the sensitive opening, feeling it contract under his fingertip as Michael’s breath started coming in gasps. Stuart pressed down lightly, moving in a circle, and relishing in the boy’s growls of pleasure as his body shifted lazily from left to right. Then he bucked but Stuart pulled back not to hurt him. He new from medical experience that K-Y dried rather fast and now that he needed it, he had left it in his bag in his room. He reached over to the drawer of the nightstand hoping Maria may have left something useful there though he doubted that he would be that lucky. He fished around not wanting to have to leave the boy, and at the back in a corner he found a small tin. He opened it and it was almost empty, just a few scraps left that he managed to scoop up from around the rim. “Thank you Maria, I think it will do.” He could almost picture her screaming at him in outrage. “Sorry, but your boyfriend’s ass is so…forget it, just sorry.” He made the mistake of looking up at Michael’s face, his eyes closed, his lips parted, and he couldn’t take his eyes away. He ended feeling his way and Michael, intuitively spread his thighs wide for him and pushed his hips up on his knees exposing himself completely. It was too much, and Stuart’s eyes travelled down to his target. He watched as he smeared and rimmed, enjoying every second, then he plunged in getting only halfway, his finger gripped in a vice. Michael grunted before going: “Ahhhhh…” letting go of him just enough to allow his finger to bury up to the knuckle. Stuart screwed it both ways, and Michael twisted his hips in the opposite direction to enhance the pressure inside him. Stuart began a smooth in and out motion and had Michael purring and bucking against his hand. But it was his bloated cock he wanted in there.
- Michael? Michael!...MICHAELLL! - Liz was trying desperately to get his attention after sensing the waves of pleasure gliding through his body. She didn’t have to guess what was going on, and it was up to her to stop it from happening before she made sure Max was ok with it.
- Go away, Liz, I’m busy…- He sent to her, and effectively blocked her out. The last thing he felt was her despair, and he knew it was all about Max. “Sorry, man.” He could see Max throwing one of his major fits, but Liz would be with him to calm him down the best she could. “Sorry, Liz”.
- Yesss…- Michael hissed knowing exactly what Stuart was thinking.
- Michael, Max will…-
- Throw a fit, I know…you haven’t seen him there yet, have you? - Michael chuckled. - You don’t know what you’re missing, man, you’ll laugh for a week. Don’t worry, he won’t take it out on you. He knows I won’t let him. -
- But…- Stuart insisted.
- No, just my butt. He’ll make me pay. It will be fun. Where did you get Maria’s “fire and ice”? - Michael asked.
- What? Oh! - That’s what it was! Of course! Menthol! He hadn’t seen those tins in ages, but they had them at the hippy stores. Maria’s mother. Shit!
- It feels great, you’ll see. - Michael’s voice was luring…irresistible…Stuart needed to be inside him…he couldn’t wait…Dammit!
Stuart fell on his knees between Michael’s thighs and fished his steel hard cock out of the fly of his sweats. He saw Michael’s hand push back towards the door of the bedroom and heard it click locked.
Stuart’s fingers dug into Michael, holding him apart as he pressed the head of his cock against his ass, spewing precum like a geyser. One thrust and it was in. “God! I have never been this hard! I’m even an inch plus!” Stuart thought as he drove it into the boy shoving it in hard. Michael felt to Stuart like a reluctant virgin! Now Stuart was forcing it in stretching the boy’s insides to accommodate him. He was so tight! He was fitting thanks to the lubrication or he would be ripping him to shreds. He was getting really worried.
- Michael, are you alright? Am I hurting you? - He exclaimed.
- Yesss…don’t stop…- Michael groaned pushing back to force it in deeper.
Stuart rammed it in the rest of the way and he just knew how much that must have hurt Michael, who grunted and shuddered under his hands.
- Michael, I’m sorry…you ok? - Stuart struggled with the words, his voice breaking with concern.
- Unghhh…Hurts so much…sooo good!... - Michael ground his ass back making sure Stuart was up to the hilt into him. - Mmm…yeah… -
Stuart felt he was raping a child. His hands started caressing him all the way down to his thighs and back. He wanted Michael to know he loved him. He adored him. He didn’t like to hurt him even if he was enjoying it. He felt delicious, exquisite, beyond description. He had never thought anyone could feel so good. Michael started writhing and bucking.
- Yesss…Give it to me…Hard! -
- Anything you want, baby…- Stuart breathed as he started sliding in and out of him, twisting, screwing, slanting, Michael just showed him how he wanted it and he complied. He teased his g-spot just skimming over it, making him gasp and squirm, with just a nudge every now and then, hard enough to send him shuddering, then deep, as deep as he could go giving him shivers of such pleasure, he clenched hard to keep him there. Stuart stayed deep and stabbed shortly making him whimper and sob with the waves of pain and pleasure shooting up his gut burning all the way in. There was this familiar searing pain, like a knife piercing into him, everytime Stuart shoved into him. He was used to pain so he just dealt with it. Stuart knew that try as he might, he was about to lose it. He started driving into him with all he had and Michael matched him with each stroke, shifting his body to get it where he wanted, smack into his prostate to slide deep inside each time. His spasms told Stuart he was beating him to it, and when he came, his contraction was so strong, he squeezed it out of Stuart,
who came like he had never done before, on and on, he thought he would never stop, but eventually he did. Then to his surprise, the pleasure didn’t go away, it enveloped them and Stuart rolled them on their sides, where he was more comfortable. He held Michael tight against him, his hands running down the boy’s chest and stomach, grabbing his cock, squeezing his balls and scratching his nails down his thighs. Digging them into his sensitive inner thighs on the way up, Michael gripped him as tight as when he had been coming. The boy was the worst kind of drug and Stuart started wondering what he had got himself into.
The phone ringing made them both jump. Stuart pulled away and out of Michael who growled in pain. Michael felt something rip as Stuart came out and the pain was very sharp. The doctor rushed to pick up, sure he would hear Maria’s voice, and Michael sure it would be Liz, not giving up.
- Hello? Oh, Max…- Stuart couldn’t help looking at Michael’s ass and was shocked dumb to see blood on the sheets and running down the back and insides of Michael’s thighs.
- God! Oh shit! Hang on, will you? - He dropped the phone to the floor oblivious of Max’s shouts to pick up.
He ran to the bathroom and got a wet towel, then he wiped the blood away to find the source. It was the scar that Max had made for the ritual, it had opened and was bleeding freely. Michael was writhing and moaning on the bed, suffering and burning when Stuart touched him.
- What have I done! What have I done! - Stuart was losing it.
Liz sensed Michael’s torture had let her through, and she sent him a message for Stuart.
- Stuart…- He moaned.
- Michael, no, please, no…- Stuart thought he was dying. It was some sick revenge from Max and he had called to gloat!
- Max knows…how to…help me…talk to him… - He panted.
Stuart got back the receiver, scared to death of what Max would say.
- H..hello?... - He hesitated, expecting Max’s screams, eating him alive.
- Sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. I left my cell phone in vibrate mode again, and Liz finally had to call my home phone waking up my parents. She just told me he knew Michael was… with you. I want you to know it’s ok…-
- Thanks man, but..I swear I don’t know how it happened, he’s bleeding bad, from that scar from your ritual, and he’s in so much pain…I’ve got to take care of him right away…- Stuart was talking fast, just wanting to hang up and go to help Michael.
- Stuart! STUART! - Yelled Max. - Listen to me! Look at him! It should have stopped now! -
Stuart turned to look at Michael and he seemed to be better. He lay there back on his stomach, breathing hard. He reached out and touched him and he was hot, but not burning anymore. He wiped the towel between his thighs and cleaned out the bloody smears but he wasn’t bleeding any longer and the tissue had closed and become a scar again.
- What the hell? - Stuart couldn’t believe his eyes.
- I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t know about it. It had to actually happen for me to get the dream revealing that part of the ritual. I had it tonight because you were doing it. - Max was speaking hurriedly.
- What the hell are you talking about, Max? - Stuart was so relieved that he didn’t realize the angry tone he was using.
- The ritual insured Michael’s body to me. If he has sex with anyone without my knowledge and approval, the scar will open and he will bleed and suffer for it. The second I approved of you it stopped. Like I told you, I’m sorry I just found out. Liz didn’t know either, she was just calling me, worried because Michael had blocked her out and she thought I would be angry at him for going after you before you could talk to me. We already knew it was about to happen from Isabel’s dreamwalking yesterday. He’s fine now, don’t worry. -
- Thanks Max…sorry about this, honest. - Stuart apologized.
- Night man, take care of him for me. - Max hanged up and Stuart went back to Michael. He seemed kind of dazed and Stuart shook his shoulder.
Michael scoffed, biting his lip and shaking his head. “Liz, Liz…You couldn’t wait, could you? Thank you, I love you.”
Stuart realized Michael was connecting with Liz’s empathy. He smirked as he came out of it and Stuart knew he was back with him.
Michael was expecting Stuart to give him a sad smile and walk back to his bedroom, obeying King Max’s order to lay off and stay away from him, as everyone should. But it wasn’t going to happen. He turned away and stopped at the foot of the bed taking a deep breath before he spoke, facing away.
- Guess what? - He said, sounding dead serious.
- Max…I know, I’m glad he was late, even if he forbids you from being with me again. - Michael sighed in disappointment.
- Yes, Max…said he was ok with it! Can you believe it? Didn’t Liz tell you? -
- No, she was bitching me for blocking her out and said Max was speaking to you and that he wasn’t angry with you. She wouldn’t tell me what Max was saying to you. She said I should ask you. Come here! -
Stuart lay beside him and Michael rolled half over him, as Stuart hugged him as close as he could. Michael laid his face on Stuart’s chest as he told him what Max had said.
Stuart joined Laurie and Michael back at the house and decided to call it a night.
- They’re such a lovely couple, I can’t believe they’re so much older than us! - Laurie yawned.
- Well, they’re young at heart, and that’s what counts. - Stuart nodded.
- I’m ready to drop…- Michael blinked putting his arms around their shoulders and jokingly pretending to hold himself up.
Laurie and Stuart wrapped their arms around his waist and dragged him up the stairs, laughing as Michael growled and went along. Once upstairs, they stopped at Michael’s bedroom and let go of him.
- Goodnight baby bro. - Laurie stood on tiptoes and gave Michael a gentle sisterly peck on the lips.
- Luv ya. - Michael smirked as she pecked Stuart on the cheek.
When she closed her door, Stuart turned to Michael.
- You feeling ok, kid? - He reached out and playfully tugged at Michael’s hair.
- Yeah sure, I guess. - Michael pretended to try to move away but stayed put, smiling.
- You want me to check you out, just in case? - Stuart’s eyes had an intense look as they locked on Michael’s.
Michael’s eyes flashed with Gandarium as his human adrenalin was activated with the vibes he was getting from Stuart. He just nodded and licked his lip giving the doctor a general jolt of powerful Michael vibes.
- I’ll get my stuff…- Stuart managed to whisper, and Michael smirked and turned to walk into his room.
Stuart tried to move, but he was rooted to the floor and he was panting. He watched Michael head for his bed, then he must’ve waved his hand in front of his body, out of Stuart’s sight, cause his clothes suddenly disappeared and he crawled to the middle of the huge bed to flop down on it. Stuart stood there wishing he could move to run and pounce on him. His snuggling did nothing to help him come out of his paralysis and he could have sworn the boy had chuckled at his predicament. Stuart was sure Michael knew he was still standing in the hallway looking at him. He started taking deep breaths and felt his fists unclench. Ok, he could move again. He went to his bedroom to get his bag, and returned to Michael with still shaky steps. The lights were dimmed, alien powers at play, but enough for him to arrive at the bed safely. He sat by Michael’s thighs and left his black bag on the floor by his foot. He opened it and took out the thermometer and a tube of K-Y.
- Just relax, ok? - He could only trust himself to whisper.
Michael sighed and gave a soft groan for all answer. Using one hand to spread him, Stuart inserted the instrument slowly as the boy pushed his hips up just enough to help him. “Get a grip,” Stuart thought, “now you’re jealous of a stick of glass? Man, you need a shrink!” He chuckled at his own joke, shaking his head. As he waited, he placed his hands on Michael’s butt, feeling the fevered response of the boy’s human side struggling to absorb the neutralized drugs deposited there. Maybe he could hasten it with an infiltration of a corticoid, but it would mean more needles and more pain. It would be useless to use xylocaine as in normal circumstances, since the anesthetic would have no effect on him. He was amazed at the amount of torture he had put the boy through and he was already thinking of doing it again. And yet Michael trusted him and had risked his life for him. “No, that’s enough!” He scolded himself. He fished a tube of ointment specifically used in bruises and started rubbing it in. Michael grunted and tensed at the painful initial contact, but as the heat of Stuart’s hands began to soothe the soreness, he started relaxing again. Stuart felt the strong muscles under his hands reacting to his touch, and the jolts shooting up his arms, but he welcomed them now.
- Mmmmm…- Michael moaned and the vibrations went straight to Stuart’s brain through his ears.
Michael felt Liz, but he just ignored her and he knew she would understand. He felt great and sent it back to her. He knew she was used to Stuart handling him so no problems there. But then he moaned again in protest as Stuart’s hands left him. Stuart pulled out the thermometer and it read 99.7. Normal for Michael after the day’s activity plus his sore butt, it would stabilize during the night as he slept. When he slept…if he slept…what was that about? Of course he would sleep, he was almost there right now. Stuart gave Michael’s ass a couple of pats and a squeeze as he reluctantly got up from the bed. He had to speak with Max about this before he did anything. He had to have his approval. Why? Cause he’s the king! He’s not my king! Cause Michael belongs to him…Michael doesn’t belong to anyone! Perhaps Maria?...He had given his body to Max in a ritual…an alien ritual, Stuart wanted his human side, that had nothing to do with the alien one. No, you must wait and make it right! Why? It feels right! He wants me, what more do I need?
Stuart was struggling with himself, looking for an answer which came from where he wasn’t expecting it.
- Stay with me…- Michael whispered, and that was all Stuart needed.
- Be right back. - He got up and took his bag as he hurried to his bedroom.
He got rid of his clothes and changed into his sleeping sweats before he gave in to the irresistible pull coming from the alien boy. He padded silently back to him and sat by the boy’s hip. Michael felt the bed dip as he sat.
- Hey…- He slurred.
- Michael…- He tasted his name, becoming a rare delicacy in his mouth.
- I could’ve done that for you, no need to leave…- His voice a sexy rasp.
- Shhhhh…I’m here now…- “Idiot! Of course he could’ve. Too late now.”
Stuart placed his hand between the boy’s shoulder blades and slid it slowly down his spine, then dipping it between the lush buttocks. He ran his fingers all the way down to the soft balls, and tickled them gently as Michael wiggled and chuckled. Then up again, tracing with his index to find the sensitive opening, feeling it contract under his fingertip as Michael’s breath started coming in gasps. Stuart pressed down lightly, moving in a circle, and relishing in the boy’s growls of pleasure as his body shifted lazily from left to right. Then he bucked but Stuart pulled back not to hurt him. He new from medical experience that K-Y dried rather fast and now that he needed it, he had left it in his bag in his room. He reached over to the drawer of the nightstand hoping Maria may have left something useful there though he doubted that he would be that lucky. He fished around not wanting to have to leave the boy, and at the back in a corner he found a small tin. He opened it and it was almost empty, just a few scraps left that he managed to scoop up from around the rim. “Thank you Maria, I think it will do.” He could almost picture her screaming at him in outrage. “Sorry, but your boyfriend’s ass is so…forget it, just sorry.” He made the mistake of looking up at Michael’s face, his eyes closed, his lips parted, and he couldn’t take his eyes away. He ended feeling his way and Michael, intuitively spread his thighs wide for him and pushed his hips up on his knees exposing himself completely. It was too much, and Stuart’s eyes travelled down to his target. He watched as he smeared and rimmed, enjoying every second, then he plunged in getting only halfway, his finger gripped in a vice. Michael grunted before going: “Ahhhhh…” letting go of him just enough to allow his finger to bury up to the knuckle. Stuart screwed it both ways, and Michael twisted his hips in the opposite direction to enhance the pressure inside him. Stuart began a smooth in and out motion and had Michael purring and bucking against his hand. But it was his bloated cock he wanted in there.
- Michael? Michael!...MICHAELLL! - Liz was trying desperately to get his attention after sensing the waves of pleasure gliding through his body. She didn’t have to guess what was going on, and it was up to her to stop it from happening before she made sure Max was ok with it.
- Go away, Liz, I’m busy…- He sent to her, and effectively blocked her out. The last thing he felt was her despair, and he knew it was all about Max. “Sorry, man.” He could see Max throwing one of his major fits, but Liz would be with him to calm him down the best she could. “Sorry, Liz”.
- Yesss…- Michael hissed knowing exactly what Stuart was thinking.
- Michael, Max will…-
- Throw a fit, I know…you haven’t seen him there yet, have you? - Michael chuckled. - You don’t know what you’re missing, man, you’ll laugh for a week. Don’t worry, he won’t take it out on you. He knows I won’t let him. -
- But…- Stuart insisted.
- No, just my butt. He’ll make me pay. It will be fun. Where did you get Maria’s “fire and ice”? - Michael asked.
- What? Oh! - That’s what it was! Of course! Menthol! He hadn’t seen those tins in ages, but they had them at the hippy stores. Maria’s mother. Shit!
- It feels great, you’ll see. - Michael’s voice was luring…irresistible…Stuart needed to be inside him…he couldn’t wait…Dammit!
Stuart fell on his knees between Michael’s thighs and fished his steel hard cock out of the fly of his sweats. He saw Michael’s hand push back towards the door of the bedroom and heard it click locked.
Stuart’s fingers dug into Michael, holding him apart as he pressed the head of his cock against his ass, spewing precum like a geyser. One thrust and it was in. “God! I have never been this hard! I’m even an inch plus!” Stuart thought as he drove it into the boy shoving it in hard. Michael felt to Stuart like a reluctant virgin! Now Stuart was forcing it in stretching the boy’s insides to accommodate him. He was so tight! He was fitting thanks to the lubrication or he would be ripping him to shreds. He was getting really worried.
- Michael, are you alright? Am I hurting you? - He exclaimed.
- Yesss…don’t stop…- Michael groaned pushing back to force it in deeper.
Stuart rammed it in the rest of the way and he just knew how much that must have hurt Michael, who grunted and shuddered under his hands.
- Michael, I’m sorry…you ok? - Stuart struggled with the words, his voice breaking with concern.
- Unghhh…Hurts so much…sooo good!... - Michael ground his ass back making sure Stuart was up to the hilt into him. - Mmm…yeah… -
Stuart felt he was raping a child. His hands started caressing him all the way down to his thighs and back. He wanted Michael to know he loved him. He adored him. He didn’t like to hurt him even if he was enjoying it. He felt delicious, exquisite, beyond description. He had never thought anyone could feel so good. Michael started writhing and bucking.
- Yesss…Give it to me…Hard! -
- Anything you want, baby…- Stuart breathed as he started sliding in and out of him, twisting, screwing, slanting, Michael just showed him how he wanted it and he complied. He teased his g-spot just skimming over it, making him gasp and squirm, with just a nudge every now and then, hard enough to send him shuddering, then deep, as deep as he could go giving him shivers of such pleasure, he clenched hard to keep him there. Stuart stayed deep and stabbed shortly making him whimper and sob with the waves of pain and pleasure shooting up his gut burning all the way in. There was this familiar searing pain, like a knife piercing into him, everytime Stuart shoved into him. He was used to pain so he just dealt with it. Stuart knew that try as he might, he was about to lose it. He started driving into him with all he had and Michael matched him with each stroke, shifting his body to get it where he wanted, smack into his prostate to slide deep inside each time. His spasms told Stuart he was beating him to it, and when he came, his contraction was so strong, he squeezed it out of Stuart,
who came like he had never done before, on and on, he thought he would never stop, but eventually he did. Then to his surprise, the pleasure didn’t go away, it enveloped them and Stuart rolled them on their sides, where he was more comfortable. He held Michael tight against him, his hands running down the boy’s chest and stomach, grabbing his cock, squeezing his balls and scratching his nails down his thighs. Digging them into his sensitive inner thighs on the way up, Michael gripped him as tight as when he had been coming. The boy was the worst kind of drug and Stuart started wondering what he had got himself into.
The phone ringing made them both jump. Stuart pulled away and out of Michael who growled in pain. Michael felt something rip as Stuart came out and the pain was very sharp. The doctor rushed to pick up, sure he would hear Maria’s voice, and Michael sure it would be Liz, not giving up.
- Hello? Oh, Max…- Stuart couldn’t help looking at Michael’s ass and was shocked dumb to see blood on the sheets and running down the back and insides of Michael’s thighs.
- God! Oh shit! Hang on, will you? - He dropped the phone to the floor oblivious of Max’s shouts to pick up.
He ran to the bathroom and got a wet towel, then he wiped the blood away to find the source. It was the scar that Max had made for the ritual, it had opened and was bleeding freely. Michael was writhing and moaning on the bed, suffering and burning when Stuart touched him.
- What have I done! What have I done! - Stuart was losing it.
Liz sensed Michael’s torture had let her through, and she sent him a message for Stuart.
- Stuart…- He moaned.
- Michael, no, please, no…- Stuart thought he was dying. It was some sick revenge from Max and he had called to gloat!
- Max knows…how to…help me…talk to him… - He panted.
Stuart got back the receiver, scared to death of what Max would say.
- H..hello?... - He hesitated, expecting Max’s screams, eating him alive.
- Sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. I left my cell phone in vibrate mode again, and Liz finally had to call my home phone waking up my parents. She just told me he knew Michael was… with you. I want you to know it’s ok…-
- Thanks man, but..I swear I don’t know how it happened, he’s bleeding bad, from that scar from your ritual, and he’s in so much pain…I’ve got to take care of him right away…- Stuart was talking fast, just wanting to hang up and go to help Michael.
- Stuart! STUART! - Yelled Max. - Listen to me! Look at him! It should have stopped now! -
Stuart turned to look at Michael and he seemed to be better. He lay there back on his stomach, breathing hard. He reached out and touched him and he was hot, but not burning anymore. He wiped the towel between his thighs and cleaned out the bloody smears but he wasn’t bleeding any longer and the tissue had closed and become a scar again.
- What the hell? - Stuart couldn’t believe his eyes.
- I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t know about it. It had to actually happen for me to get the dream revealing that part of the ritual. I had it tonight because you were doing it. - Max was speaking hurriedly.
- What the hell are you talking about, Max? - Stuart was so relieved that he didn’t realize the angry tone he was using.
- The ritual insured Michael’s body to me. If he has sex with anyone without my knowledge and approval, the scar will open and he will bleed and suffer for it. The second I approved of you it stopped. Like I told you, I’m sorry I just found out. Liz didn’t know either, she was just calling me, worried because Michael had blocked her out and she thought I would be angry at him for going after you before you could talk to me. We already knew it was about to happen from Isabel’s dreamwalking yesterday. He’s fine now, don’t worry. -
- Thanks Max…sorry about this, honest. - Stuart apologized.
- Night man, take care of him for me. - Max hanged up and Stuart went back to Michael. He seemed kind of dazed and Stuart shook his shoulder.
Michael scoffed, biting his lip and shaking his head. “Liz, Liz…You couldn’t wait, could you? Thank you, I love you.”
Stuart realized Michael was connecting with Liz’s empathy. He smirked as he came out of it and Stuart knew he was back with him.
Michael was expecting Stuart to give him a sad smile and walk back to his bedroom, obeying King Max’s order to lay off and stay away from him, as everyone should. But it wasn’t going to happen. He turned away and stopped at the foot of the bed taking a deep breath before he spoke, facing away.
- Guess what? - He said, sounding dead serious.
- Max…I know, I’m glad he was late, even if he forbids you from being with me again. - Michael sighed in disappointment.
- Yes, Max…said he was ok with it! Can you believe it? Didn’t Liz tell you? -
- No, she was bitching me for blocking her out and said Max was speaking to you and that he wasn’t angry with you. She wouldn’t tell me what Max was saying to you. She said I should ask you. Come here! -
Stuart lay beside him and Michael rolled half over him, as Stuart hugged him as close as he could. Michael laid his face on Stuart’s chest as he told him what Max had said.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 176
Next day Liz kept eluding the subject since Maria arrived at the Crashdown for the breakfast crowd. During the ride to school, she managed to get Maria totally concentrating in the Grammar test they would have so she didn’t give her a chance to mention Michael even once. She cunningly kept doing it during the morning until Maria caught her coming out of the bathroom before History. She shouted “lunchtime” over her shoulder as she hurried away. And the dreaded lunchtime arrived. They all met at their usual spot and Liz felt Maria’s unforgiving eyes focused on her. At least Kyle’s showed only curiosity and Max looked almost as uncomfortable as she did. Liz just looked back still figuring out the best way to say it.
- Well? - Maria was bursting with impatience, she had had enough.
Liz sighed and nodded. She felt she was standing on the scaffold ready to hang by the neck, so she just went for it…she jumped.
- Ok, last night I connected with Michael and got these vibes…you know like in Isabel’s dreamwalk…-
- What about me? - Isabel interrupted as she joined them, knowing what would be going on and wanting it to be over with.
- Glad you could make it. - Liz smiled with relief, knowing that with Isabel, they had a good chance to keep Maria under control, and continued. - Stuart was with Michael and I knew what was going to happen…- She gave Maria a quick glance. She seemed ok. - I called out to him desperately several times trying to get his attention, to tell him he should talk to Max…to us first, but he told me off and blocked me out. I called Max at least a dozen times but he didn’t answer. I suspected his cell phone was again in vibe and away from him, so finally I had to call his home number. At least Max answered that one when I was about to give up. I told him what had happened to me and he was very worried too about a dream he had just had. Max couldn’t get through to Stuart either so he called Laurie’s home number knowing only Michael could pick up from his room and hoping he would. Stuart did, and of course by that time, it had…already happened. - She risked another glance at Maria and saw that, though she looked reasonably calm, her cheeks were getting a little on the red side.
- Stuart was very worried because of a…physical problem Michael was going through because of the ritual connection with Max. - Liz turned to Max. - You take it from here. -
Max repeated the explanation he had given Stuart as Liz kept checking Maria out, as her red cheeks kept getting darker by the second. When Max finshed, Maria jumped up slapping her hands on the table and stared fixedly at Max across the table struggling to get out the words.
- HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM? - She screamed, making everyone around turn in their direction.
- Maria, please sit down! Careful, ok? - Kyle gently pushed her down on the seat.
She allowed him to comfort her but still stared angrily at Max.
- So now you own him? So now we have to ask you for permission to fuck his ass? Should we bow to the ruling King of Antar and his sex slave of a warrior? - At least she kept it down, just loud enough for them to hear.
- Maria…I…- Max was at a total loss for words, so Liz came to his rescue.
- Maria Stuart was struggling with the alien problem before he…was with Michael, I want you to know what was going in his mind. - She reached out for Maria’s hand and Max’s who made the circle connection with Kyle and Isabel.
- Well, at least Stuart is decent enough to consider me having an important part in Michael’s ownership. - She scoffed when Liz finished her delivery.
- Maria, it’s not like that…it’s who we are…we didn’t ask to be aliens…it’s as if I disliked your human traits, you can’t help being who you are! - Max had that haunted look in his eyes.
- Mmm. Guys, could we have a girl talk here? Please? - Liz gave Max and Kyle a “fuck off” look and they got the message scurryint away as fast as they could.
- Wuzzes! - Hissed Maria, shooting fire out of her eyes after them.
- All right, come here…- Liz gestured Isabel over with her eyes and they sat with Maria between them, their arms over her shoulders.
- Maria, the only way you could understand this…alien thing, would be if you could in my shoes, and believe me, you wouldn’t like it either, you’d be begging to be a human again. Even we, are finding by bumps what we really were, and it’s driving us nuts. How do you think I felt when I found out Khivar had got into the palace because of me? That I had betrayed my love, my family and my people? I was devastated, feeling like the piece of shit I believed I was: A traitor! And I had to live with it for a long time, until Langley finally told us how it had really been. That I had been tricked, mindwarped, that it wasn’t my fault, I had just been used, I would have never done that to them if it had depended on me, without manipulation. Yet I couldn’t help it. And if we ever go back again, I’m terrified to think that I might not be able to prevent it from happening again. Max is equally terrified to fail his people and make a total jerk of himself all over again, cause try as he might, he probably would be misunderstood this time too and bring the downfall just as before. Michael is terrified of not being able to save us again. Believe he, he would go through his hideous death a thousand times if it would save our lives, but what if he can’t, if in spite of being the strongest, the most extraordinary warrior, an excellent strategist, he will still have to die uselessly and cruelly like in his previous life? I am not guilty of being the easy target for getting my loved ones killed. Max isn’t guilty for having been drilled by our father to get his way no matter what because he is always right. Michael isn’t guilty for being the only Royal Blood Heir preferring the army to the throne to be able to keep his people safe. He didn’t ask for the baggage that came with it either : his sexuality, having both men and women drooling after him. It’s not nice at all to be an alien. At least of our kind. And no, I didn’t dreamwalk either of them last night. To be honest, I was afraid to. Sorry. - Isabel’s tears were threatening to fall.
- Maria, they can’t help being who they are, just as I can’t help being a science nerd or the daughter of the owners of the Crashdown. Kyle can’t help having been the sheriff son for many years, or his mother leaving them or being a dumb jock with a complex for his lack of height. You can’t help having a jerk of a father who wasn’t man enough to stay with you, ot having a hippy mother who sells alien stuff and bakes pies, and likes Jim Valenti, on top of all! It’s not our fault. Can you blame Isabel for missing Alex like we all do? Can you blame me for being grateful to Max for saving my life? Can you blame yourself for loving Michael, because you do, Maria, and you’re the only one who can help him try to understand his freaked out unfair life? - Liz eyes were shining with tears too.
- Maria, I’m so sorry for letting my feelings for Michael get the upper hand once in a while, imagine if it was the other way round. I’m sure you would want me to understand it, though to be quite honest, I don’t know if I could.
I fight it, but I can’t always win and it makes me feel bad because I’m not trying to break you guys up. I want the best for him and I know how much he loves you, believe me, he does. His love for me here is different, and I have to accept it. I’m so happy I have Stuart because I’ve decided Jesse is definitely not for me. I also have to cope with the fact that Stuart has been with Michael, and though I know he does love me, he also loves Michael in this very special male way, where there is no room for me. Michael’s homosexual side doesn’t have a room for you either, but that doen’t make Michael love you any less. Liz is having the same problems with Max, and Michael is in the middle of the whole thing. He must be in one hell of a psychological torture, his love for you, and his sexual need for his male lovers. Of course he loves them too, but you are above it all, that I can assure you. He needs you Maria. You have no idea how much he needs you. - Isabel’s words cut them to the quick. Liz couldn’t stop the tears from falling now, and as if on cue, Isabel and Maria started crying too.
- Hey, hey, is there anything we can do? - Max put his hands on Liz and Maria’s shoulders and Kyle did the same with Isabel and Maria’s on the other side.
- Please don’t cry, please? I swear I will never fuck Michael again…- He gulped noisily in his frustration, - if it stops you from crying. Maria? Girls? You don’t believe me? -
Kyle was sure they had gone absolutely mental when in the middle of the weeping, they broke out laughing loudly and pointing at him. He looked at Max in total confusion.
- What? Isn’t that what you want? - It seemed to be for Maria but it could be for all of them, they weren’t sure.
- Kyle, you can fuck Michael anytime you want as long as he wants it too, it’s his ass, and I think I’ve managed to make my peace with this. But when Michael wants to be with me, YOU ALL STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM, CLEAR? - Maria raised her eyebrows at them and simply cherished their answer.
- Sure. -
- Ok. -
- No sweat. -
Maria nodded in complete satisfaction and sat back down to finally have her lunch. They all followed her example meekly and thankfully compliant.
Stuart woke up and it was still dark. At first he wasn’t quite sure about the weight over his body, but after his hand groped around, he had no doubts who he was and it all came back. He chuckled in satisfaction. He reached to his left and somehow managed to get the alarm clock from the nightstand. He knew he automatically awoke about 3 seconds before his alarm did its job, but after this particular night, he wanted to be sure he wouldn’t be late for work and specially out of Michael’s bed before Laurie came in and found them. She would be told, of course, in due time, but he thought it unnecessary to shock her like this in her own home, now that he was lucky enough to be living there. He adjusted the alarm to his needs and let his hands caress all of Michael body within their reach. The sleeping boy purred and snuggled against him giving him an instant hard on. Michael was straddling one of Stuart’s legs, and with some twisting and acrobatic feats, the doctor was able to grab Michael’s thigh which was between his legs, and pull him over, so that the boy was now straddling his lap. He then bent his legs and much like a mother does with her child, he grabbed him around the hips and adjusted him to sit right where he wanted him. He took the unused pillow, bending it in two, and barely coping with the double weight, he shoved it under his own hips. Michael’s face was now in the crook of Stuart’s neck, his body kind of jackknifed over Stuart’s raised hips, and his ass in the perfect angle for penetration. Stuart’s sharply bent legs kept him in complete control of Michael’s body. He wiggled around until the head of his upright cock was kissing Michael’s still slick opening, and as he felt his precum start spurting, his fingers dug into the boy’s butt, spreading him, and shoved. Michael gasped totally unprepared for the searing pain that hit him completely unexpectedly and he was transported back to Hank’s trailer and his nights of torture. He contracted with all he had, a second after the burning penetration, but too late because it had already been rammed almost all the way in, rubbing hard against his prostate due to his position. He grunted as it was forced in the rest of the way, his words hissing out through his gritted teeth.
- Dammit Hank! - The piercing pain making him shiver, his voice hoarse with sleep.
Stuart felt like an utter idiot. He had no right to hurt him like that. What had got into him?
- Shit Michael, sorry, I’ll make it up to you. - He whispered, unable to speak with the awesome pleasure the boy was giving him.
- You better. Unghhh. Hurts like hell! - Michael’s tone made it clear to Stuart he still was under the impression that he was Hank.
Stuart had to admit he had acted just like him, and his whisper must also
have sounded just like the older man.
Michael was suffering violent shudders, taking deep breaths to deal with the pain, and Stuart was given a flashback of how it really must have been for Michael when he was a kid. Stuart realized Michael wasn’t still fully awake, dazed with sleep and wracked with pain.
- Ok, ok, I can take it now, but go slowly, don’t rip me. The school nurse won’t buy it again- He slurred.
- Michael, Michael, it’s me, Stuart, I didn’t mean to hurt you…”Or did I…knowing how good it would feel, just thinking of me?” I’ll go very gently, ok? Are you sure you’re really ready? -
- Stuart?…Hey man,…I’m sorry,…I guess I…was…still asleep. - Stuart felt miserable, Michael was apologizing, fighting the agony he had caused him, this was in the category of a merciless vicious rape as far as he was concerned. It was cowardly abuse, knowing what he did about the boy. He was a rat, but nothing was getting him out of the boy’s ass. Not even compassion for the suffering he was causing. His hands started kneading Michael’s butt, hoping it would soothe him and get him ready to go on.
- I’m…kind of sore, could you please…- He whispered haltingly, and Stuart very sadly detected, not so hopeful.
- I’ll be very gentle, I promise. -
Stuart’s hand glided up his back, rubbing him to show him he meant it, giving him a few extra seconds to brace himself, cause no matter how gentle he would be, it would still hurt him. And they both knew it. Stuart had harboured this sick dark curiosity of what it would be like to rape someone, know you’re causing pain and suffering and being in complete control of his victim. Never wanted it to be a woman. They were and easy prey. But a man, larger and stronger than him? That was a challenge! And this alien boy? He couldn’t hope for more. Taking medicine to help others had been the appropriate way to appease his conscience of his dark side, never even hoping to carry out his cruel desires. This was the ultimate closure for his secret chapter. And yet, he hadn’t expected this letdown feeling. He felt so low and despicable to have tortured this child, cause he was still so young, and when he was lying helpless and trusting in his arms? He felt hot tears of regret running down his cheeks and falling on Michael’s.
- Stuart? - Michael’s voice almost made him sob.
He turned his face and kissed the boy’s temple, wiping both his cheeks and Michael’s with his hand.
- I love you so much! - He whispered against the boy’s hair as his hands returned to Michael’s tight butt and squeezed him.
Stuart used Michael’s knees as hinges, sliding the boy up and down his body, his cock in and out of his ass, making up for his restricted mobility.
He moved as much as he could and so did Michael. The boy was in a losing position, as each thrust skimmed his g-spot. He winced and fought to last as long as he could but he came purring and growling and squirming when Stuart was still about halfway there. Stuart felt Michael’s hot sperm on his stomach, and it urged him on, heedless of the boy’s sensitive post orgasm state. Michael braved it out as he was used to, and when he was up to it again, he pushed his upper body up on his forearms to sit on Stuart’s cock and ride him hard, ramming it deep into him, controlling the stimulus on his prostate to last as long as his lover. Still he beat him again, but for a few seconds, and when his strong contractions had Stuart shooting into him, the burning hot sperm injection gave him the coming feeling all over again. He ground his ass into Stuart’s lap, wishing he would never stop coming into him. The lust for sex in the boy was unbelievable, Stuart wished he had the same stamina to stay shooting into him as long as he needed him. Michael fell back into Stuart’s arms, sobbing and whining, his hot fevered body slowly stabilizing as the aftermath kept them in their own private heaven until they were ready to sleep again.
Next day Liz kept eluding the subject since Maria arrived at the Crashdown for the breakfast crowd. During the ride to school, she managed to get Maria totally concentrating in the Grammar test they would have so she didn’t give her a chance to mention Michael even once. She cunningly kept doing it during the morning until Maria caught her coming out of the bathroom before History. She shouted “lunchtime” over her shoulder as she hurried away. And the dreaded lunchtime arrived. They all met at their usual spot and Liz felt Maria’s unforgiving eyes focused on her. At least Kyle’s showed only curiosity and Max looked almost as uncomfortable as she did. Liz just looked back still figuring out the best way to say it.
- Well? - Maria was bursting with impatience, she had had enough.
Liz sighed and nodded. She felt she was standing on the scaffold ready to hang by the neck, so she just went for it…she jumped.
- Ok, last night I connected with Michael and got these vibes…you know like in Isabel’s dreamwalk…-
- What about me? - Isabel interrupted as she joined them, knowing what would be going on and wanting it to be over with.
- Glad you could make it. - Liz smiled with relief, knowing that with Isabel, they had a good chance to keep Maria under control, and continued. - Stuart was with Michael and I knew what was going to happen…- She gave Maria a quick glance. She seemed ok. - I called out to him desperately several times trying to get his attention, to tell him he should talk to Max…to us first, but he told me off and blocked me out. I called Max at least a dozen times but he didn’t answer. I suspected his cell phone was again in vibe and away from him, so finally I had to call his home number. At least Max answered that one when I was about to give up. I told him what had happened to me and he was very worried too about a dream he had just had. Max couldn’t get through to Stuart either so he called Laurie’s home number knowing only Michael could pick up from his room and hoping he would. Stuart did, and of course by that time, it had…already happened. - She risked another glance at Maria and saw that, though she looked reasonably calm, her cheeks were getting a little on the red side.
- Stuart was very worried because of a…physical problem Michael was going through because of the ritual connection with Max. - Liz turned to Max. - You take it from here. -
Max repeated the explanation he had given Stuart as Liz kept checking Maria out, as her red cheeks kept getting darker by the second. When Max finshed, Maria jumped up slapping her hands on the table and stared fixedly at Max across the table struggling to get out the words.
- HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM? - She screamed, making everyone around turn in their direction.
- Maria, please sit down! Careful, ok? - Kyle gently pushed her down on the seat.
She allowed him to comfort her but still stared angrily at Max.
- So now you own him? So now we have to ask you for permission to fuck his ass? Should we bow to the ruling King of Antar and his sex slave of a warrior? - At least she kept it down, just loud enough for them to hear.
- Maria…I…- Max was at a total loss for words, so Liz came to his rescue.
- Maria Stuart was struggling with the alien problem before he…was with Michael, I want you to know what was going in his mind. - She reached out for Maria’s hand and Max’s who made the circle connection with Kyle and Isabel.
- Well, at least Stuart is decent enough to consider me having an important part in Michael’s ownership. - She scoffed when Liz finished her delivery.
- Maria, it’s not like that…it’s who we are…we didn’t ask to be aliens…it’s as if I disliked your human traits, you can’t help being who you are! - Max had that haunted look in his eyes.
- Mmm. Guys, could we have a girl talk here? Please? - Liz gave Max and Kyle a “fuck off” look and they got the message scurryint away as fast as they could.
- Wuzzes! - Hissed Maria, shooting fire out of her eyes after them.
- All right, come here…- Liz gestured Isabel over with her eyes and they sat with Maria between them, their arms over her shoulders.
- Maria, the only way you could understand this…alien thing, would be if you could in my shoes, and believe me, you wouldn’t like it either, you’d be begging to be a human again. Even we, are finding by bumps what we really were, and it’s driving us nuts. How do you think I felt when I found out Khivar had got into the palace because of me? That I had betrayed my love, my family and my people? I was devastated, feeling like the piece of shit I believed I was: A traitor! And I had to live with it for a long time, until Langley finally told us how it had really been. That I had been tricked, mindwarped, that it wasn’t my fault, I had just been used, I would have never done that to them if it had depended on me, without manipulation. Yet I couldn’t help it. And if we ever go back again, I’m terrified to think that I might not be able to prevent it from happening again. Max is equally terrified to fail his people and make a total jerk of himself all over again, cause try as he might, he probably would be misunderstood this time too and bring the downfall just as before. Michael is terrified of not being able to save us again. Believe he, he would go through his hideous death a thousand times if it would save our lives, but what if he can’t, if in spite of being the strongest, the most extraordinary warrior, an excellent strategist, he will still have to die uselessly and cruelly like in his previous life? I am not guilty of being the easy target for getting my loved ones killed. Max isn’t guilty for having been drilled by our father to get his way no matter what because he is always right. Michael isn’t guilty for being the only Royal Blood Heir preferring the army to the throne to be able to keep his people safe. He didn’t ask for the baggage that came with it either : his sexuality, having both men and women drooling after him. It’s not nice at all to be an alien. At least of our kind. And no, I didn’t dreamwalk either of them last night. To be honest, I was afraid to. Sorry. - Isabel’s tears were threatening to fall.
- Maria, they can’t help being who they are, just as I can’t help being a science nerd or the daughter of the owners of the Crashdown. Kyle can’t help having been the sheriff son for many years, or his mother leaving them or being a dumb jock with a complex for his lack of height. You can’t help having a jerk of a father who wasn’t man enough to stay with you, ot having a hippy mother who sells alien stuff and bakes pies, and likes Jim Valenti, on top of all! It’s not our fault. Can you blame Isabel for missing Alex like we all do? Can you blame me for being grateful to Max for saving my life? Can you blame yourself for loving Michael, because you do, Maria, and you’re the only one who can help him try to understand his freaked out unfair life? - Liz eyes were shining with tears too.
- Maria, I’m so sorry for letting my feelings for Michael get the upper hand once in a while, imagine if it was the other way round. I’m sure you would want me to understand it, though to be quite honest, I don’t know if I could.
I fight it, but I can’t always win and it makes me feel bad because I’m not trying to break you guys up. I want the best for him and I know how much he loves you, believe me, he does. His love for me here is different, and I have to accept it. I’m so happy I have Stuart because I’ve decided Jesse is definitely not for me. I also have to cope with the fact that Stuart has been with Michael, and though I know he does love me, he also loves Michael in this very special male way, where there is no room for me. Michael’s homosexual side doesn’t have a room for you either, but that doen’t make Michael love you any less. Liz is having the same problems with Max, and Michael is in the middle of the whole thing. He must be in one hell of a psychological torture, his love for you, and his sexual need for his male lovers. Of course he loves them too, but you are above it all, that I can assure you. He needs you Maria. You have no idea how much he needs you. - Isabel’s words cut them to the quick. Liz couldn’t stop the tears from falling now, and as if on cue, Isabel and Maria started crying too.
- Hey, hey, is there anything we can do? - Max put his hands on Liz and Maria’s shoulders and Kyle did the same with Isabel and Maria’s on the other side.
- Please don’t cry, please? I swear I will never fuck Michael again…- He gulped noisily in his frustration, - if it stops you from crying. Maria? Girls? You don’t believe me? -
Kyle was sure they had gone absolutely mental when in the middle of the weeping, they broke out laughing loudly and pointing at him. He looked at Max in total confusion.
- What? Isn’t that what you want? - It seemed to be for Maria but it could be for all of them, they weren’t sure.
- Kyle, you can fuck Michael anytime you want as long as he wants it too, it’s his ass, and I think I’ve managed to make my peace with this. But when Michael wants to be with me, YOU ALL STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM, CLEAR? - Maria raised her eyebrows at them and simply cherished their answer.
- Sure. -
- Ok. -
- No sweat. -
Maria nodded in complete satisfaction and sat back down to finally have her lunch. They all followed her example meekly and thankfully compliant.
Stuart woke up and it was still dark. At first he wasn’t quite sure about the weight over his body, but after his hand groped around, he had no doubts who he was and it all came back. He chuckled in satisfaction. He reached to his left and somehow managed to get the alarm clock from the nightstand. He knew he automatically awoke about 3 seconds before his alarm did its job, but after this particular night, he wanted to be sure he wouldn’t be late for work and specially out of Michael’s bed before Laurie came in and found them. She would be told, of course, in due time, but he thought it unnecessary to shock her like this in her own home, now that he was lucky enough to be living there. He adjusted the alarm to his needs and let his hands caress all of Michael body within their reach. The sleeping boy purred and snuggled against him giving him an instant hard on. Michael was straddling one of Stuart’s legs, and with some twisting and acrobatic feats, the doctor was able to grab Michael’s thigh which was between his legs, and pull him over, so that the boy was now straddling his lap. He then bent his legs and much like a mother does with her child, he grabbed him around the hips and adjusted him to sit right where he wanted him. He took the unused pillow, bending it in two, and barely coping with the double weight, he shoved it under his own hips. Michael’s face was now in the crook of Stuart’s neck, his body kind of jackknifed over Stuart’s raised hips, and his ass in the perfect angle for penetration. Stuart’s sharply bent legs kept him in complete control of Michael’s body. He wiggled around until the head of his upright cock was kissing Michael’s still slick opening, and as he felt his precum start spurting, his fingers dug into the boy’s butt, spreading him, and shoved. Michael gasped totally unprepared for the searing pain that hit him completely unexpectedly and he was transported back to Hank’s trailer and his nights of torture. He contracted with all he had, a second after the burning penetration, but too late because it had already been rammed almost all the way in, rubbing hard against his prostate due to his position. He grunted as it was forced in the rest of the way, his words hissing out through his gritted teeth.
- Dammit Hank! - The piercing pain making him shiver, his voice hoarse with sleep.
Stuart felt like an utter idiot. He had no right to hurt him like that. What had got into him?
- Shit Michael, sorry, I’ll make it up to you. - He whispered, unable to speak with the awesome pleasure the boy was giving him.
- You better. Unghhh. Hurts like hell! - Michael’s tone made it clear to Stuart he still was under the impression that he was Hank.
Stuart had to admit he had acted just like him, and his whisper must also
have sounded just like the older man.
Michael was suffering violent shudders, taking deep breaths to deal with the pain, and Stuart was given a flashback of how it really must have been for Michael when he was a kid. Stuart realized Michael wasn’t still fully awake, dazed with sleep and wracked with pain.
- Ok, ok, I can take it now, but go slowly, don’t rip me. The school nurse won’t buy it again- He slurred.
- Michael, Michael, it’s me, Stuart, I didn’t mean to hurt you…”Or did I…knowing how good it would feel, just thinking of me?” I’ll go very gently, ok? Are you sure you’re really ready? -
- Stuart?…Hey man,…I’m sorry,…I guess I…was…still asleep. - Stuart felt miserable, Michael was apologizing, fighting the agony he had caused him, this was in the category of a merciless vicious rape as far as he was concerned. It was cowardly abuse, knowing what he did about the boy. He was a rat, but nothing was getting him out of the boy’s ass. Not even compassion for the suffering he was causing. His hands started kneading Michael’s butt, hoping it would soothe him and get him ready to go on.
- I’m…kind of sore, could you please…- He whispered haltingly, and Stuart very sadly detected, not so hopeful.
- I’ll be very gentle, I promise. -
Stuart’s hand glided up his back, rubbing him to show him he meant it, giving him a few extra seconds to brace himself, cause no matter how gentle he would be, it would still hurt him. And they both knew it. Stuart had harboured this sick dark curiosity of what it would be like to rape someone, know you’re causing pain and suffering and being in complete control of his victim. Never wanted it to be a woman. They were and easy prey. But a man, larger and stronger than him? That was a challenge! And this alien boy? He couldn’t hope for more. Taking medicine to help others had been the appropriate way to appease his conscience of his dark side, never even hoping to carry out his cruel desires. This was the ultimate closure for his secret chapter. And yet, he hadn’t expected this letdown feeling. He felt so low and despicable to have tortured this child, cause he was still so young, and when he was lying helpless and trusting in his arms? He felt hot tears of regret running down his cheeks and falling on Michael’s.
- Stuart? - Michael’s voice almost made him sob.
He turned his face and kissed the boy’s temple, wiping both his cheeks and Michael’s with his hand.
- I love you so much! - He whispered against the boy’s hair as his hands returned to Michael’s tight butt and squeezed him.
Stuart used Michael’s knees as hinges, sliding the boy up and down his body, his cock in and out of his ass, making up for his restricted mobility.
He moved as much as he could and so did Michael. The boy was in a losing position, as each thrust skimmed his g-spot. He winced and fought to last as long as he could but he came purring and growling and squirming when Stuart was still about halfway there. Stuart felt Michael’s hot sperm on his stomach, and it urged him on, heedless of the boy’s sensitive post orgasm state. Michael braved it out as he was used to, and when he was up to it again, he pushed his upper body up on his forearms to sit on Stuart’s cock and ride him hard, ramming it deep into him, controlling the stimulus on his prostate to last as long as his lover. Still he beat him again, but for a few seconds, and when his strong contractions had Stuart shooting into him, the burning hot sperm injection gave him the coming feeling all over again. He ground his ass into Stuart’s lap, wishing he would never stop coming into him. The lust for sex in the boy was unbelievable, Stuart wished he had the same stamina to stay shooting into him as long as he needed him. Michael fell back into Stuart’s arms, sobbing and whining, his hot fevered body slowly stabilizing as the aftermath kept them in their own private heaven until they were ready to sleep again.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 177
The alarm clock had Stuart inching from under Michael, who groaned a few protests, turning his face the other way and snuggling to his heart’s content before going on sleeping. Stuart lost precious seconds watching him from the door, but it was worth it. He would have given anything to be able to indulge in a morning quickie, but today he had to be at the hospital until 7pm. He got his sweats back on, made sure Michael had taken care of the blood to the last drop, and raced out of the room.
When Laurie went to check on him before going to school, she met Sylvia in the hallway and they went in together. Sylvia detected immediately the sexy scent of sperm.
- Michael’s been having wet dreams! - She giggled.
Laurie rolled her eyes and bent to kiss his cheek. He purred and writhed.
- He’s missing Maria. I’m glad they’ll be back today. - She patted his shoulder and left with Sylvia to have breakfast.
Michael woke up at about 10:30 am and knowing the gang was coming today and Maria wouldn’t let go of him until tomorrow, perhaps, so he decided to ride both horses before they arrived. He felt sore when he tried to get up, so he flopped back and stretched luxuriously. He got up and felt a dull pain shoot up his ass and the night came back to him in all its intensity.
“Shit! He thought, if Liz was here, I didn’t feel her, no way I could, and I hope Isabel didn’t dreamwalk me, cause I can’t remember either. Sucks to be an alien sometimes, but the sex is great…- He went to the bathroom and thought a Jacuzzi would get him back in shape. He filled it with a wave of his hand, just the right temperature, and stretched out in the water with his face on his forearms over the edge. He was snoozing cozily when a giggle made him open one eye and check out a pair of jean legs and feet in flip flops. Sylvia squatted down and tousled Michael’s hair.
- You’re such a cute boy, Michael, real cute butt…- She giggled.
- Sylvia…- Michael sighed and smirked. - You’re Javi’s. -
- I know…- She whined with a mock frown that got them both laughing.
- Ok, Laurie told me to bring you breakfast when you woke up. You’ll take it here? - She had this contagious smile.
- Sure, bring it on. - He smiled back.
Sylvia brought the tray and set it down in front of Michael. She patted his cheek and left leaving a wake of giggles. Michael shook his head, rolling his eyes. This time he had his omelette again and he sure needed it. The milk was also spiked with the syrup as yesterday which was great because of the much needed boost of energy it gave him, specially after Stuart had fucked the daylights out of him. A morning quickie would have been great, but no way he would wake up at the time Stuart did. Maria would be here in a few hours. Wow! Oh shit! He hoped Liz and Isabel hadn’t briefed her on his Stuart issues cause that would send his weekend to hell and back. Maybe she was so mad, she wouldn’t even come. Dammit! Sometimes he thought maybe it wasn’t so bad to be a simple human, his life wouldn’t be so complicated. He sighed and got his clothes on, noticing the dogs dozing on the bed. He gave a loud whistle and they jumped up and followed him out of the house down the terrace stairs. He went to the stables and got Moonshadow ready, giving him his head as he cantered all around the pond trail in both directions. He rode over to Serena’s as she rushed out of the house when she heard the thundering hooves..
- Hey kid, your friends are arriving today! Happy? - She beamed.
- I guess, sure…- He smirked.
“Oh, right! The girlfriend! She has every right to be jealous. Who wouldn’t with a hunk like him? And with his sexual drive? I’d keep him in chains! “
He notice her amused look as she watched him with her head tilted to a side.
- I’ll work him out over a few jumps and come over with Sundown, ok? -
- Can I watch you? - She asked.
- Sure, hop on. - He reached out for her and eased her effortlessly behind him.
The horse was all worked up and the second Michael signaled him to go, he broke into a smooth gentle canter. Serena gave a small cry against Michael’s back and clung tight against him.
- Like it? I can go down to a walk if you want. - Michael said over his shoulder.
- No, no, it’s nice. It’s just that at first I thought I would bounce off. - She spoke against Michael’s back, afraid to see the ground flying under them.
Michael chuckled and before they knew it they had arrived at the schooling ring. Michael helped Serena slide down, and she went to sit on the grass by the fence. She watched the amazing interaction between the boy and the powerful animal, as they flew over the hurdles as if they weren’t there. She thought of centaurs, because they seemed to be a single being, in perfect sync. When the workout was over, Rubén came over with the other horse and Michael handed the reins over to him and got on the pacer. Rubén left to walk Moonshadow until he cooled down, and Serena noticed the workout Michael was giving this other horse was totally different. This one didn’t jump, it was more putting it through its gaits, and making sure he stopped and slowed and took off when he wanted it to, so Laurie would be guaranteed a smooth safe ride. He rode over to her when he finished.
- Can we have lunch together? - His insecurity was showing.
- Sure, come over to my place and help me get it ready, ok? -
- Great., we can ride over. You’ll love this one too, he’s even smoother. -
Michael helped her on and he had the horse pacing all the way to her place.
- He’s amazing! You know I’ve been at the shows for this breed down in Lima. But the ones there are much smaller. - She observed.
- Of course, this one is a cross with a tall thoroughbred mare to make the colt larger. It was Grandpa’s idea. - He explained.
- Yes, I remember Derek telling me. They are both gorgeous. And you look great up there. Pure Rath-Michael. It’s like I was seeing him in the flesh. - Serena’s eyes grew misty.
- You are. - Michael said, and even the smirk was Rath-Michael’s.
Michael took the horse to the corral and went to help Serena in the kitchen. Together they whipped up a great lunch and went to the pool to enjoy it. She got Michael in swimming gear with her powers and he laughed when he saw she had given him a par of Olympic trunks with the Union Jack design. He lay by the pool with Serena beside him on the deck chair.
- Something’s bothering you. Maria, right? - She watched him nod.
- It’s hard for a human to understand the ways of the aliens, specially yours, but she’s a special girl. Trust me, she loves you very much. -
- I hope you’re right. - He sighed and bit his lip.
- Are you alright? I noticed you winced a few times when you were riding. Need a massage? -
He scoffed and smirked. “I sure need one…in there. “ He thought.
- I have some rubber gloves. - She looked at him straight in the eye.
Michael’s eyes opened wide, flashing with Gandarium.
- How did…you do that? - He asked.
- We have a connection, Michael, you bleed and I know you bleed. Rituals are a bitch, specially the one Max put you through. If you have sex without his consent, you pay for it. Your strong sexual drive will bring out the sadistic side of your lover, and make you pay with your blood. That is something you don’t have at all. The transition from male to female and back to male in your mother’s womb to enable you to fight the poison, wiped it completely out of you. That’s what makes you the perfect warrior. - Michael felt her admiration.
- What? What is it I don’t have? - She had lost him in the explanation.
- A sadistic side. You’re incapable of cruelty. Even in the way you killed in battle. It’s simply not in you. - Serena’s eyes went misty again.
- Maria wouldn’t agree with you. I have been mean to her many times. -
- I’m not talking about words. I’m talking in the physical sense. Have you ever struck her? -
- NO! What do you think I am? - He snapped back.
- What about Isabel, or any other girl? -
- Never! I couldn’t! I’m not like Max! I don’t lose it like that! - He could tell she knew more about him that he did himself.
- Max is typically repressed. But when he’s rubbed the wrong way, he can strike without remorse. He’s struck Isabel as children, and he struck Tess when he thought she was Nasedo. He has been very close to striking Liz a few times, and he still might. -
- I wouldn’t let him! - Michael said, outraged at the thought.
- He knows. He wouldn’t dare do it in front of you. -
- He tried to rape her! - He remembered, wincing.
- He was drunk, He was completely out of control. And you were there for her, you let Max hurt you for her. You see? You’re totally defensive, you protect, even yourself. But when a girl has offended you, you’ve lashed out with words. Maria didn’t think she was offending you, she had no way of knowing what you went through in your life and how her words affected you. Alex struck you, and you didn’t knock the crap out of him like you could have easily done, because he thought he was defending Maria. How many times has Max hit you? -
- A few. -.
- And how many times have you hit him back? -
- Only when I had the Antar seal burnt in my chest. I almost killed him although I was fighting with myself not to. -
- That doesn’t count because you weren’t totally yourself. Answer me. -
- Well then, none, but I’ve been about to do it a couple of times. Isabel stopped me once, and the other, I just couldn’t do it. -
- You can’t do it no matter how much he taunts you. Because you were sworn to protect him, and he knows it. The ritual enforced your oath for as long as you live, so Max knows you can’t lay a finger on him, apart from the other things it covered. That’s why he made you go through it again, in this life. I’m sorry, Michael, but he’s got you by the balls. - She shook her head.
- Nah…he really has me by the ass. - Michael had Serena laughing.
- Wish I could have found you before he did it to you. I could have warned you against it. Still, I’m afraid it couldn’t have stopped you. It was bound to happen. -
- It’s ok, I don’t mind. I can take it. I’ve done it before, right? - He closed his eyes as Serena caressed his cheek.
- I don’t like it, and neither did my sister, but there was nothing she could do about it. -
- Don’t worry about me…-
- I know, your tough. - Serena grinned and it made her look very young.
The sound of the helicopter heading for Laurie’s place made him jump to his feet looking up. Serena waved her hand and had him back in riding gear.
- Go, go to her, they can’t wait to see you. - She placed her hand on the small of his back and pushed him.
He ran to the corral and by the speed at which he was racing back to Laurie’s, Serena could tell he had used his powers to get the horse ready. As the group of friends stood before the house watching the helicopter fly away with only Anita and Sylvia standing at the door, Rubén and Laurie arrived just on time. Maria was looking around for Michael as Laurie came to greet them, when the horse arrived at a breakneck gallop to stop a scant three yards away from her. Michael leapt off and stood there staring at her, unsure of what to expect. Rubén took the reins from his hand and walked the horse towards the stables. The look in Michael’s eyes was breaking Maria’s heart. He looked so lost, like a little boy who had accidentally broken his mother’s most beloved possession and didn’t know how to make it up to her. Didn’t know how to tell her how sorry he was. Maria smiled and reached out to him. The look in Michael’s eyes was worth preserving. Maria wished she had a camera. Michael opened his arms and ran to her, and she took off and met him halfway. He scooped her up and twirled her around a couple of times, then swooped her in his arms and turned towards the house.
- Michael, they all want to see you! - She whispered.
Michael put her down and went to his friends. He hugged Isabel and kissed her, then Liz, then he turned to Max and Kyle who had these silly grins on their faces and he wasn’t sure what to do, so Max and Kyle jumped him and hugged him together from both sides. As he received them, Michael rushed at them, miscalculating and toppling them back to the soft ground, as he fell half on Max and half on Kyle. They lay there laughing for almost a full minute until the girls came over asking them if they were alright. Michael got up off them and taking their hands, pulled them back up.
- Hey, you mind…- He gestured towards Maria.
They all playfully waved him towards her and he had her back in his arms right away to disappear inside the house.
The alarm clock had Stuart inching from under Michael, who groaned a few protests, turning his face the other way and snuggling to his heart’s content before going on sleeping. Stuart lost precious seconds watching him from the door, but it was worth it. He would have given anything to be able to indulge in a morning quickie, but today he had to be at the hospital until 7pm. He got his sweats back on, made sure Michael had taken care of the blood to the last drop, and raced out of the room.
When Laurie went to check on him before going to school, she met Sylvia in the hallway and they went in together. Sylvia detected immediately the sexy scent of sperm.
- Michael’s been having wet dreams! - She giggled.
Laurie rolled her eyes and bent to kiss his cheek. He purred and writhed.
- He’s missing Maria. I’m glad they’ll be back today. - She patted his shoulder and left with Sylvia to have breakfast.
Michael woke up at about 10:30 am and knowing the gang was coming today and Maria wouldn’t let go of him until tomorrow, perhaps, so he decided to ride both horses before they arrived. He felt sore when he tried to get up, so he flopped back and stretched luxuriously. He got up and felt a dull pain shoot up his ass and the night came back to him in all its intensity.
“Shit! He thought, if Liz was here, I didn’t feel her, no way I could, and I hope Isabel didn’t dreamwalk me, cause I can’t remember either. Sucks to be an alien sometimes, but the sex is great…- He went to the bathroom and thought a Jacuzzi would get him back in shape. He filled it with a wave of his hand, just the right temperature, and stretched out in the water with his face on his forearms over the edge. He was snoozing cozily when a giggle made him open one eye and check out a pair of jean legs and feet in flip flops. Sylvia squatted down and tousled Michael’s hair.
- You’re such a cute boy, Michael, real cute butt…- She giggled.
- Sylvia…- Michael sighed and smirked. - You’re Javi’s. -
- I know…- She whined with a mock frown that got them both laughing.
- Ok, Laurie told me to bring you breakfast when you woke up. You’ll take it here? - She had this contagious smile.
- Sure, bring it on. - He smiled back.
Sylvia brought the tray and set it down in front of Michael. She patted his cheek and left leaving a wake of giggles. Michael shook his head, rolling his eyes. This time he had his omelette again and he sure needed it. The milk was also spiked with the syrup as yesterday which was great because of the much needed boost of energy it gave him, specially after Stuart had fucked the daylights out of him. A morning quickie would have been great, but no way he would wake up at the time Stuart did. Maria would be here in a few hours. Wow! Oh shit! He hoped Liz and Isabel hadn’t briefed her on his Stuart issues cause that would send his weekend to hell and back. Maybe she was so mad, she wouldn’t even come. Dammit! Sometimes he thought maybe it wasn’t so bad to be a simple human, his life wouldn’t be so complicated. He sighed and got his clothes on, noticing the dogs dozing on the bed. He gave a loud whistle and they jumped up and followed him out of the house down the terrace stairs. He went to the stables and got Moonshadow ready, giving him his head as he cantered all around the pond trail in both directions. He rode over to Serena’s as she rushed out of the house when she heard the thundering hooves..
- Hey kid, your friends are arriving today! Happy? - She beamed.
- I guess, sure…- He smirked.
“Oh, right! The girlfriend! She has every right to be jealous. Who wouldn’t with a hunk like him? And with his sexual drive? I’d keep him in chains! “
He notice her amused look as she watched him with her head tilted to a side.
- I’ll work him out over a few jumps and come over with Sundown, ok? -
- Can I watch you? - She asked.
- Sure, hop on. - He reached out for her and eased her effortlessly behind him.
The horse was all worked up and the second Michael signaled him to go, he broke into a smooth gentle canter. Serena gave a small cry against Michael’s back and clung tight against him.
- Like it? I can go down to a walk if you want. - Michael said over his shoulder.
- No, no, it’s nice. It’s just that at first I thought I would bounce off. - She spoke against Michael’s back, afraid to see the ground flying under them.
Michael chuckled and before they knew it they had arrived at the schooling ring. Michael helped Serena slide down, and she went to sit on the grass by the fence. She watched the amazing interaction between the boy and the powerful animal, as they flew over the hurdles as if they weren’t there. She thought of centaurs, because they seemed to be a single being, in perfect sync. When the workout was over, Rubén came over with the other horse and Michael handed the reins over to him and got on the pacer. Rubén left to walk Moonshadow until he cooled down, and Serena noticed the workout Michael was giving this other horse was totally different. This one didn’t jump, it was more putting it through its gaits, and making sure he stopped and slowed and took off when he wanted it to, so Laurie would be guaranteed a smooth safe ride. He rode over to her when he finished.
- Can we have lunch together? - His insecurity was showing.
- Sure, come over to my place and help me get it ready, ok? -
- Great., we can ride over. You’ll love this one too, he’s even smoother. -
Michael helped her on and he had the horse pacing all the way to her place.
- He’s amazing! You know I’ve been at the shows for this breed down in Lima. But the ones there are much smaller. - She observed.
- Of course, this one is a cross with a tall thoroughbred mare to make the colt larger. It was Grandpa’s idea. - He explained.
- Yes, I remember Derek telling me. They are both gorgeous. And you look great up there. Pure Rath-Michael. It’s like I was seeing him in the flesh. - Serena’s eyes grew misty.
- You are. - Michael said, and even the smirk was Rath-Michael’s.
Michael took the horse to the corral and went to help Serena in the kitchen. Together they whipped up a great lunch and went to the pool to enjoy it. She got Michael in swimming gear with her powers and he laughed when he saw she had given him a par of Olympic trunks with the Union Jack design. He lay by the pool with Serena beside him on the deck chair.
- Something’s bothering you. Maria, right? - She watched him nod.
- It’s hard for a human to understand the ways of the aliens, specially yours, but she’s a special girl. Trust me, she loves you very much. -
- I hope you’re right. - He sighed and bit his lip.
- Are you alright? I noticed you winced a few times when you were riding. Need a massage? -
He scoffed and smirked. “I sure need one…in there. “ He thought.
- I have some rubber gloves. - She looked at him straight in the eye.
Michael’s eyes opened wide, flashing with Gandarium.
- How did…you do that? - He asked.
- We have a connection, Michael, you bleed and I know you bleed. Rituals are a bitch, specially the one Max put you through. If you have sex without his consent, you pay for it. Your strong sexual drive will bring out the sadistic side of your lover, and make you pay with your blood. That is something you don’t have at all. The transition from male to female and back to male in your mother’s womb to enable you to fight the poison, wiped it completely out of you. That’s what makes you the perfect warrior. - Michael felt her admiration.
- What? What is it I don’t have? - She had lost him in the explanation.
- A sadistic side. You’re incapable of cruelty. Even in the way you killed in battle. It’s simply not in you. - Serena’s eyes went misty again.
- Maria wouldn’t agree with you. I have been mean to her many times. -
- I’m not talking about words. I’m talking in the physical sense. Have you ever struck her? -
- NO! What do you think I am? - He snapped back.
- What about Isabel, or any other girl? -
- Never! I couldn’t! I’m not like Max! I don’t lose it like that! - He could tell she knew more about him that he did himself.
- Max is typically repressed. But when he’s rubbed the wrong way, he can strike without remorse. He’s struck Isabel as children, and he struck Tess when he thought she was Nasedo. He has been very close to striking Liz a few times, and he still might. -
- I wouldn’t let him! - Michael said, outraged at the thought.
- He knows. He wouldn’t dare do it in front of you. -
- He tried to rape her! - He remembered, wincing.
- He was drunk, He was completely out of control. And you were there for her, you let Max hurt you for her. You see? You’re totally defensive, you protect, even yourself. But when a girl has offended you, you’ve lashed out with words. Maria didn’t think she was offending you, she had no way of knowing what you went through in your life and how her words affected you. Alex struck you, and you didn’t knock the crap out of him like you could have easily done, because he thought he was defending Maria. How many times has Max hit you? -
- A few. -.
- And how many times have you hit him back? -
- Only when I had the Antar seal burnt in my chest. I almost killed him although I was fighting with myself not to. -
- That doesn’t count because you weren’t totally yourself. Answer me. -
- Well then, none, but I’ve been about to do it a couple of times. Isabel stopped me once, and the other, I just couldn’t do it. -
- You can’t do it no matter how much he taunts you. Because you were sworn to protect him, and he knows it. The ritual enforced your oath for as long as you live, so Max knows you can’t lay a finger on him, apart from the other things it covered. That’s why he made you go through it again, in this life. I’m sorry, Michael, but he’s got you by the balls. - She shook her head.
- Nah…he really has me by the ass. - Michael had Serena laughing.
- Wish I could have found you before he did it to you. I could have warned you against it. Still, I’m afraid it couldn’t have stopped you. It was bound to happen. -
- It’s ok, I don’t mind. I can take it. I’ve done it before, right? - He closed his eyes as Serena caressed his cheek.
- I don’t like it, and neither did my sister, but there was nothing she could do about it. -
- Don’t worry about me…-
- I know, your tough. - Serena grinned and it made her look very young.
The sound of the helicopter heading for Laurie’s place made him jump to his feet looking up. Serena waved her hand and had him back in riding gear.
- Go, go to her, they can’t wait to see you. - She placed her hand on the small of his back and pushed him.
He ran to the corral and by the speed at which he was racing back to Laurie’s, Serena could tell he had used his powers to get the horse ready. As the group of friends stood before the house watching the helicopter fly away with only Anita and Sylvia standing at the door, Rubén and Laurie arrived just on time. Maria was looking around for Michael as Laurie came to greet them, when the horse arrived at a breakneck gallop to stop a scant three yards away from her. Michael leapt off and stood there staring at her, unsure of what to expect. Rubén took the reins from his hand and walked the horse towards the stables. The look in Michael’s eyes was breaking Maria’s heart. He looked so lost, like a little boy who had accidentally broken his mother’s most beloved possession and didn’t know how to make it up to her. Didn’t know how to tell her how sorry he was. Maria smiled and reached out to him. The look in Michael’s eyes was worth preserving. Maria wished she had a camera. Michael opened his arms and ran to her, and she took off and met him halfway. He scooped her up and twirled her around a couple of times, then swooped her in his arms and turned towards the house.
- Michael, they all want to see you! - She whispered.
Michael put her down and went to his friends. He hugged Isabel and kissed her, then Liz, then he turned to Max and Kyle who had these silly grins on their faces and he wasn’t sure what to do, so Max and Kyle jumped him and hugged him together from both sides. As he received them, Michael rushed at them, miscalculating and toppling them back to the soft ground, as he fell half on Max and half on Kyle. They lay there laughing for almost a full minute until the girls came over asking them if they were alright. Michael got up off them and taking their hands, pulled them back up.
- Hey, you mind…- He gestured towards Maria.
They all playfully waved him towards her and he had her back in his arms right away to disappear inside the house.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 178
Laurie was as usual the perfect host, she had the boys take the luggage to the bedrooms and had Liz and Isabel at the chimney room for a girly talk with lots of ice cream.
Kyle and Max had to make a couple of trips to get everything up and in the correct place. Then they had Maria’s luggage and were wondering about leaving it at Liz’s or knocking and taking it straight to her. Kyle took it and went to the door of Michael and Maria’s bedroom. He raised his fisted hand to knock and hesitated, turning to ask Max if maybe they should leave them alone, when he saw Max just about to push him against the door. His eyes opened wide but Max was already opening the door with one hand using his powers and using the other one to shove Kyle in the middle of the chest. “Oh no, I’m not going down alone, buddy!” thought Kyle and quick as a flash he grabbed Max’s wrists and pulled him along for the ride. They burst into the room struggling not to fall, in a crazy dance, eventually managing to stay on their feet, but the momentum took them halfway in, giggling like morons. Finally in control but still clutching at each other to keep their balance, they turned towards the bed to find the stark naked Michael draped over Maria, totally unaware of the rude intrusion, one hand fondling one of her breasts and his mouth on the other one. Maria, on the contrary was staring at them, her eyes flashing fire.
- GET OUT OF HERE! OUT! OUT! -
That surprisingly had Michael opening his eyes and looking straight at them, without stopping what he was doing, and just closing them back again, ignoring them as he would a pair of obnoxious flies. Kyle had immediately scurried behind Max thinking Michael would get up and beat the crap out of them but it was Maria’s scream that did the trick, and Max ran out of the bedroom dragging Kyle who was clutching his arm like a limpet. Once outside they heard the door slam and that was definitely Michael. They looked at each other, both pale, and they started laughing nervously.
- You wuzz, you’re white as a sheet! - Max shook his head at Kyle.
- Look in a mirror you wimp of a king, bet you’re paler than me! - Shot back Kyle, rolling his eyes.
They heard the running footsteps coming up the stairs and turned to face the three frightened, just as pale girls.
-WHAT HAPPENED? - They screamed together, their eyes popping when they saw how pale the boys were.
- Hmmm…- Max cleared his throat noisily, his colour was beginning to return. - We were just trying to leave Maria’s luggage in their room…-
- She went ballistic, we knocked first…- Kyle lied, his voice gave him away.
- You idiots! You should have left it in my room or Liz’s. You’re lucky Michael didn’t rip your heads off your shoulders…he chased you off, didn’t he? - She started giggling and they struggled to find the words.
- And he was buck naked, huh? - Giggled Liz with Laurie joining in and Sylvia’s giggles surprised them all, coming from behind them.They hadn’t even known she was there.
Kyle and Max were still blubbering incoherently together, to make it worse.
Liz’s concentrated in her empathy and started laughing until her eyes were watering and they were all staring at her.
- Maria screamed you out of the room! Michael didn’t even give a damn! - She shouted when she was able to.
Kyle and Max went from pale to deep red and the girls were slumping to the floor with laughter. The boys scoffed embarrassed, not being able to deny it, and hurriedly dissapeared into their bedrooms. Slowly, the girls got up to find Maria’s bag was still sitting on the floor by the door. To their dismay, Sylvia, very determined, took it, opened the door, and pushed it discreetly inside, closing it back again, not without first taking a quick peek.
- They’re busy! - She flashed them an ear to ear smile and rushed giggling down the stairs.
- Ok, leave them alone, let’s go to the mall? - Laurie suggested.
- We better take the clowns with us or Michael will end up hanging them by the balls. - Isabel said, then after giving it a thought, she added, - well, Kyle definitely, but Max will hang by the ears! Sorry Liz! -
When they reached their bedroom, Michael kicked the door open and very carefully laid her on the bed. He closed the door with his powers, and waved their clothes off. He lay over her as she spread her legs and wrapped them over his hips, her heels pressing painfully on his sore buttocks, drawing him as close to her as she could. Michael suffered the torture in exquisite agony, he loved it when she hurt him, it was his atonement for all the times his bluntness had offended her.Their kiss was passionate but with that sweetness that was so special to them. Their lips and tongues caressing each other, with all the love they felt. Michael felt Maria’s soul pouring into his mouth, as she felt the same, drinking his life into her. Maria felt his perfect lips on her hair, her forehead, her closed eyes, her nose, her lips again, just fleetingly, her chin, her neck, then butterfly kisses all the way to one breast, his warm tongue sending electriity all the way up to her brain, then the other, covering the one he had just left with his hand, with the same ecstatic feelings. Michael was in paradise, her taste, her texture had him lost in a world of his own, where she was his queen and he was her slave, where she tormented him to the ultimate heights of pleasure and he enjoyed everything she chose to do to him. Maria’s scream caught his attention, was she angry at him? Had she found out about Stuart and wanted to kill him? He would let her, she knew. Was she in danger? The possibility flashed before his eyes and they opened, ready to defend her with his life. He saw Max and Kyle apparently dancing? Shit! She had him hallucinating! No way! All he could think about right now was her and her pleasure. The hell with the rest. Then he heard her ask him sweetly…”Michael, love, please close the door? - He thought maybe he had forgotten so he indulged her and went on. He travelled down her stomach covering her with more butterfly kisses until he found her clit and trapped it between his lips, sucking it until she was giving her shrill little cries. That meant she was ready for his tongue. She was always amazed at what he could do with his tongue. The tip met her clit and she could swear sparks flew. The electric jolt branched out all through her body and she turned into jello. Then he was lapping at it and chasing it all around until he had had her coming and screaming his name. She didn’t come once or twice, she came three times one right after the other and lay exhausted but in absolute bliss.
- Come here…- She whispered.
Michael slid up her body and she placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face down to hers, giving him baby soft kisses all over it as he had done to her.
- Michael, I know, it’s ok. - She whispered against his hair.
- Maria…-
- Shhh…baby…- Her hands were all over his back, her nails making him shiver. - I want to see…-
He felt her work her hands between them and gently push him away from her. He went up on all fours thinking he was crushing her and she slid from under him. He was about to beg her not to leave him when he felt her knees between his. He spread his thighs wide so she could make herself comfortable and her nails scratched their way up the sensitive insides to rest on his butt. One of her hands glided up his back pushing it down until his chest met the bed and went back to his ass. Her thumbs dug in and exposed him to her. It was Maria’s turn to pleasure him and she dipped her head under him until her tongue was teasing his balls. He gasped and began to breath hard, he knew what was coming. He tongue prodded the soft skin just before his opening and prodded it a couple of times, making him hiss and tighten as the tip of her tongue found the two scars lapping at them and wetting them with her warm saliva. She rimmed him in both directions leaving him dripping wet and then blew her hot breath before pushing deep into him. Michael hissed and moaned, her tongue going wild inside him. When he started bucking, she knew she had to stop. She pulled out and watched him writhing She spanked him hard on each side and he growled.
- You’ve been a bad boy, Michael Guerin! What do you think I should do about it? - She completed the half dozen before he could speak.
- Fuck me! -
- Mmm…Sure, ok. -
Maria got up and went to her bag. She unzipped it and brought out a black velvet long case containing a glossy wet looking dildo with soft suede straps, all black. Once she had it on, the contrast with her milky white skin was striking. Michael was staring at her, his eyes shiny with lust. The thing was absolutely realistic, down to the balls. Michael was panting with anticipation. Maria took some long leather straps from the case and proceeded to tie Michael to the bed. She began by his wrists. She tied one, then secured the strap around the leg of the bed. She had calculated it was a huge bed, and the straps were long enough. She tied his other wrist and went to his thighs. Before she left the last time, she had made sure the box spring was the kind with six legs, two in the middle on each side due to the size. She brought the rolled sleeping bag from the closet and jackknifed him over it, then she tied his thighs wide apart to the legs at the sides. That would do. She knelt behind him and watched him shudder, wanting her to start right away.
- Maria…please…-
He almost made her come when he begged. Maria took the bottle of baby oil and poured some on her hand, rubbing it into the whole black ribbed length. She reached around him and wiped her oily hand on his cock, feeling it almost as hard as the fake one.
She dug her fingers into him and spread him just enough to place the dildo upwards between his buttocks, sliding it up and down, rubbing the also life-like balls against his waiting entrance. Michael was going wild, squirming and whimpering with desire.
- Maria…- He sobbed.
She pulled back with a prod right where he wanted it , and went for the last step : the menthol vaseline, making the black cock slick and ready for him.
Michael got a whiff of the lubricant and sighed. Maria pushed her greased finger into him up to the knuckle and twisted it both ways inside, enjoying his strong grip, pulling out very slowly, screwing it left and right to wipe it inside him. And now she spread him wide and there was no way she would disappoint him. She pressed the studded head against Michael and started pushing.
- C’mon, baby, relax for me, I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary… let me in…-
- Unghhh…- Michael grunted with the effort to try to please her but the pain had him clenching as a reflex reaction.
- Michael? Do as I say or I will hurt you. - Maria warned and threatened at the same time.
- Maria…- He sobbed bucking to impale himself.
- Oh well, suit yourself. - Maria shoved, and the whole head went in. Michael growled and his whole body contracted.
He wanted pain, she would give him pain.
- Suffer, Spaceboy, and enjoy it. -
Her voice thick with the lust of feeling in control. She went on pushing it into him at a steady slow pace making him feel every single thick rib until only the balls were left outside. Maria was drooling at the definition of his muscles as he fought to deal with the pain. His moans and whimpers, as she filled his tight ass, were making her so hot!
- Hang on cause I’m really giving it to you now. -
Maria started pounding into him, the little nub at the back of the dildo connecting with her clit. She knew she was good! He was a good example : she did it the way he did it to her, just like she liked it, the long deep strokes, then the short shallow ones to the g-spot, and deep again. He was bucking and writhing under her, meeting her thrusts, shifting his body to guide the penetrations at the angle he wanted them, and she went along in perfect sync. Everytime she came, she rammed him mercilessly, and he knew why, and took it for her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit straight for a week and hot jabs would go all the way down his thighs and up his hips when he rode, but this was his Maria, and if she stabbed a knife into his heart he would let her plunge it in and cling to her until he died in her arms. She was beginning to come again and he wanted to come with her, he needed it, he shifted his body and she rammed into his prostate repeatedly making his orgasm so intense, he cried out and screamed her name when he came, shuddering so violently that it was almost a convulsion. His gut clenched painfully against the lifeless extension of Maria’s body, as he embraced the pain along with the pleasure, until he lay sobbing and shivering. Maria stared at the body of the boy she had just ravished and suddenly realized she had a true Royal Blooded heir to a kingdom, the last of his dynasty, a powerful warrior, feared, desired and respected, the best his world had ever seen, lying beneath her, at her mercy, only because he permitted it. She felt drunk with power, and knew what Max felt as his king, understood why he needed to own his body, and what Kyle and Stuart had felt when they possessed him. And she couldn’t blame them. Jealous of them, of course, she couldn’t help it. But no one really owned him. He was a rebel, a wild one, victim of his sexuality. He allowed them to think they owned him, making them lust after him. He got what pleasure he wanted from them, and they would go out of their way to please him. They were under the false impression they were his master, because they enjoyed his body, but one wink, one smirk, one glimpse or touch of his ass, and he had them drooling over him. So who was the master? And he loved her. Maria hardly had time to unstrap the dildo off her before she fell beside him, spooning into his side and holding him as close to her as she could. She recovered her strength suprisingly fast, and untied him as she strapped the dildo, still inside him, to his own body. Now she wanted him inside her. They would have no need of their game, he was already full. She took out the small remote control out of the case, to activate the vibrator inside the toy. She yanked the sleeping bag from under him and heard him groan as he flopped on the bed. She straddled his ass, shoving the toy deeper into him, and he shuddered and groaned. She leaned over him and covered his back with kisses, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. She had made him sweat. She slid back to his knees forcing them together, and continued kissing and nipping his ass and thighs. He shivered. She forced her hands between his thighs and tickled him there. Michael writhed and bucked.
- That’s it, push up so I can get under you. -
He rose on his knees allowing her to lie beneath him, and the second his cock touched her stomach, it was ready. She grinned. She was still in control of the mighty young leader of the invincible Antares army. She nodded. Yes, she was. She wrapped her legs around his butt and her heels pushed at the back of the dildo. Michael gasped and bucked, making her heels kick back in the inch that had slid out. He grunted. Maria rubbed her stomach against his erection and he expertly slid it into her, she was dripping, and he was as gentle as he always was. Maria sighed aloud in ecstasy. Now he was the master. Or was he? Maria took charge aiming the ultra sensitive remote control and turned the vibrator on in the slow speed. Michael jerked and hissed, and he started riding Maria just like he knew she liked. Her orgasms came in waves. One was hardly over when the next one started building up.
- Michael…oh, Michael! …- She prayed his name.
The toy went to medium speed and Michael purred and went for her g-spot making the second orgasm come true. Maria’s nails were making his back bleed. She compacted her body downwards under him and her nails reached his upper thighs just under his buttocks and raked back up leaving bloody trails. Michael snarled and buried his face in her breasts. Maria’s sighs were making him double his efforts and she sent the toy into high speed, drumming her heels into it, driving it in so deep, he thought he would choke on it..Her third orgasm hit them like a storm. Her clenching walls and the burning up his ass sent him riding her storm as he felt his blood shooting into her along with his sperm. The way he was writhing and sobbing started worrying Maria and she stopped the vibrator and squeezed him in her arms. She whispered every endearing word she knew and rubbed his back, feeling his strong muscles slowly loosen up and relax, floating in the wavering tide of his aftermath. She reached as far down as she could, trying to untie the toy to get it out of him, but she was sluggish and clumsy and was hurting him cruelly in the sensitive state his orgasm had left him, so she desisted and they drifted off to sleep. Her last thought as she let go, was what their friend's faces would look like if they came in and found them asleep in each others arms with the toy still inside and strapped to Michael. And if he didn’t give a damn, neither did she.
Laurie was as usual the perfect host, she had the boys take the luggage to the bedrooms and had Liz and Isabel at the chimney room for a girly talk with lots of ice cream.
Kyle and Max had to make a couple of trips to get everything up and in the correct place. Then they had Maria’s luggage and were wondering about leaving it at Liz’s or knocking and taking it straight to her. Kyle took it and went to the door of Michael and Maria’s bedroom. He raised his fisted hand to knock and hesitated, turning to ask Max if maybe they should leave them alone, when he saw Max just about to push him against the door. His eyes opened wide but Max was already opening the door with one hand using his powers and using the other one to shove Kyle in the middle of the chest. “Oh no, I’m not going down alone, buddy!” thought Kyle and quick as a flash he grabbed Max’s wrists and pulled him along for the ride. They burst into the room struggling not to fall, in a crazy dance, eventually managing to stay on their feet, but the momentum took them halfway in, giggling like morons. Finally in control but still clutching at each other to keep their balance, they turned towards the bed to find the stark naked Michael draped over Maria, totally unaware of the rude intrusion, one hand fondling one of her breasts and his mouth on the other one. Maria, on the contrary was staring at them, her eyes flashing fire.
- GET OUT OF HERE! OUT! OUT! -
That surprisingly had Michael opening his eyes and looking straight at them, without stopping what he was doing, and just closing them back again, ignoring them as he would a pair of obnoxious flies. Kyle had immediately scurried behind Max thinking Michael would get up and beat the crap out of them but it was Maria’s scream that did the trick, and Max ran out of the bedroom dragging Kyle who was clutching his arm like a limpet. Once outside they heard the door slam and that was definitely Michael. They looked at each other, both pale, and they started laughing nervously.
- You wuzz, you’re white as a sheet! - Max shook his head at Kyle.
- Look in a mirror you wimp of a king, bet you’re paler than me! - Shot back Kyle, rolling his eyes.
They heard the running footsteps coming up the stairs and turned to face the three frightened, just as pale girls.
-WHAT HAPPENED? - They screamed together, their eyes popping when they saw how pale the boys were.
- Hmmm…- Max cleared his throat noisily, his colour was beginning to return. - We were just trying to leave Maria’s luggage in their room…-
- She went ballistic, we knocked first…- Kyle lied, his voice gave him away.
- You idiots! You should have left it in my room or Liz’s. You’re lucky Michael didn’t rip your heads off your shoulders…he chased you off, didn’t he? - She started giggling and they struggled to find the words.
- And he was buck naked, huh? - Giggled Liz with Laurie joining in and Sylvia’s giggles surprised them all, coming from behind them.They hadn’t even known she was there.
Kyle and Max were still blubbering incoherently together, to make it worse.
Liz’s concentrated in her empathy and started laughing until her eyes were watering and they were all staring at her.
- Maria screamed you out of the room! Michael didn’t even give a damn! - She shouted when she was able to.
Kyle and Max went from pale to deep red and the girls were slumping to the floor with laughter. The boys scoffed embarrassed, not being able to deny it, and hurriedly dissapeared into their bedrooms. Slowly, the girls got up to find Maria’s bag was still sitting on the floor by the door. To their dismay, Sylvia, very determined, took it, opened the door, and pushed it discreetly inside, closing it back again, not without first taking a quick peek.
- They’re busy! - She flashed them an ear to ear smile and rushed giggling down the stairs.
- Ok, leave them alone, let’s go to the mall? - Laurie suggested.
- We better take the clowns with us or Michael will end up hanging them by the balls. - Isabel said, then after giving it a thought, she added, - well, Kyle definitely, but Max will hang by the ears! Sorry Liz! -
When they reached their bedroom, Michael kicked the door open and very carefully laid her on the bed. He closed the door with his powers, and waved their clothes off. He lay over her as she spread her legs and wrapped them over his hips, her heels pressing painfully on his sore buttocks, drawing him as close to her as she could. Michael suffered the torture in exquisite agony, he loved it when she hurt him, it was his atonement for all the times his bluntness had offended her.Their kiss was passionate but with that sweetness that was so special to them. Their lips and tongues caressing each other, with all the love they felt. Michael felt Maria’s soul pouring into his mouth, as she felt the same, drinking his life into her. Maria felt his perfect lips on her hair, her forehead, her closed eyes, her nose, her lips again, just fleetingly, her chin, her neck, then butterfly kisses all the way to one breast, his warm tongue sending electriity all the way up to her brain, then the other, covering the one he had just left with his hand, with the same ecstatic feelings. Michael was in paradise, her taste, her texture had him lost in a world of his own, where she was his queen and he was her slave, where she tormented him to the ultimate heights of pleasure and he enjoyed everything she chose to do to him. Maria’s scream caught his attention, was she angry at him? Had she found out about Stuart and wanted to kill him? He would let her, she knew. Was she in danger? The possibility flashed before his eyes and they opened, ready to defend her with his life. He saw Max and Kyle apparently dancing? Shit! She had him hallucinating! No way! All he could think about right now was her and her pleasure. The hell with the rest. Then he heard her ask him sweetly…”Michael, love, please close the door? - He thought maybe he had forgotten so he indulged her and went on. He travelled down her stomach covering her with more butterfly kisses until he found her clit and trapped it between his lips, sucking it until she was giving her shrill little cries. That meant she was ready for his tongue. She was always amazed at what he could do with his tongue. The tip met her clit and she could swear sparks flew. The electric jolt branched out all through her body and she turned into jello. Then he was lapping at it and chasing it all around until he had had her coming and screaming his name. She didn’t come once or twice, she came three times one right after the other and lay exhausted but in absolute bliss.
- Come here…- She whispered.
Michael slid up her body and she placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face down to hers, giving him baby soft kisses all over it as he had done to her.
- Michael, I know, it’s ok. - She whispered against his hair.
- Maria…-
- Shhh…baby…- Her hands were all over his back, her nails making him shiver. - I want to see…-
He felt her work her hands between them and gently push him away from her. He went up on all fours thinking he was crushing her and she slid from under him. He was about to beg her not to leave him when he felt her knees between his. He spread his thighs wide so she could make herself comfortable and her nails scratched their way up the sensitive insides to rest on his butt. One of her hands glided up his back pushing it down until his chest met the bed and went back to his ass. Her thumbs dug in and exposed him to her. It was Maria’s turn to pleasure him and she dipped her head under him until her tongue was teasing his balls. He gasped and began to breath hard, he knew what was coming. He tongue prodded the soft skin just before his opening and prodded it a couple of times, making him hiss and tighten as the tip of her tongue found the two scars lapping at them and wetting them with her warm saliva. She rimmed him in both directions leaving him dripping wet and then blew her hot breath before pushing deep into him. Michael hissed and moaned, her tongue going wild inside him. When he started bucking, she knew she had to stop. She pulled out and watched him writhing She spanked him hard on each side and he growled.
- You’ve been a bad boy, Michael Guerin! What do you think I should do about it? - She completed the half dozen before he could speak.
- Fuck me! -
- Mmm…Sure, ok. -
Maria got up and went to her bag. She unzipped it and brought out a black velvet long case containing a glossy wet looking dildo with soft suede straps, all black. Once she had it on, the contrast with her milky white skin was striking. Michael was staring at her, his eyes shiny with lust. The thing was absolutely realistic, down to the balls. Michael was panting with anticipation. Maria took some long leather straps from the case and proceeded to tie Michael to the bed. She began by his wrists. She tied one, then secured the strap around the leg of the bed. She had calculated it was a huge bed, and the straps were long enough. She tied his other wrist and went to his thighs. Before she left the last time, she had made sure the box spring was the kind with six legs, two in the middle on each side due to the size. She brought the rolled sleeping bag from the closet and jackknifed him over it, then she tied his thighs wide apart to the legs at the sides. That would do. She knelt behind him and watched him shudder, wanting her to start right away.
- Maria…please…-
He almost made her come when he begged. Maria took the bottle of baby oil and poured some on her hand, rubbing it into the whole black ribbed length. She reached around him and wiped her oily hand on his cock, feeling it almost as hard as the fake one.
She dug her fingers into him and spread him just enough to place the dildo upwards between his buttocks, sliding it up and down, rubbing the also life-like balls against his waiting entrance. Michael was going wild, squirming and whimpering with desire.
- Maria…- He sobbed.
She pulled back with a prod right where he wanted it , and went for the last step : the menthol vaseline, making the black cock slick and ready for him.
Michael got a whiff of the lubricant and sighed. Maria pushed her greased finger into him up to the knuckle and twisted it both ways inside, enjoying his strong grip, pulling out very slowly, screwing it left and right to wipe it inside him. And now she spread him wide and there was no way she would disappoint him. She pressed the studded head against Michael and started pushing.
- C’mon, baby, relax for me, I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary… let me in…-
- Unghhh…- Michael grunted with the effort to try to please her but the pain had him clenching as a reflex reaction.
- Michael? Do as I say or I will hurt you. - Maria warned and threatened at the same time.
- Maria…- He sobbed bucking to impale himself.
- Oh well, suit yourself. - Maria shoved, and the whole head went in. Michael growled and his whole body contracted.
He wanted pain, she would give him pain.
- Suffer, Spaceboy, and enjoy it. -
Her voice thick with the lust of feeling in control. She went on pushing it into him at a steady slow pace making him feel every single thick rib until only the balls were left outside. Maria was drooling at the definition of his muscles as he fought to deal with the pain. His moans and whimpers, as she filled his tight ass, were making her so hot!
- Hang on cause I’m really giving it to you now. -
Maria started pounding into him, the little nub at the back of the dildo connecting with her clit. She knew she was good! He was a good example : she did it the way he did it to her, just like she liked it, the long deep strokes, then the short shallow ones to the g-spot, and deep again. He was bucking and writhing under her, meeting her thrusts, shifting his body to guide the penetrations at the angle he wanted them, and she went along in perfect sync. Everytime she came, she rammed him mercilessly, and he knew why, and took it for her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit straight for a week and hot jabs would go all the way down his thighs and up his hips when he rode, but this was his Maria, and if she stabbed a knife into his heart he would let her plunge it in and cling to her until he died in her arms. She was beginning to come again and he wanted to come with her, he needed it, he shifted his body and she rammed into his prostate repeatedly making his orgasm so intense, he cried out and screamed her name when he came, shuddering so violently that it was almost a convulsion. His gut clenched painfully against the lifeless extension of Maria’s body, as he embraced the pain along with the pleasure, until he lay sobbing and shivering. Maria stared at the body of the boy she had just ravished and suddenly realized she had a true Royal Blooded heir to a kingdom, the last of his dynasty, a powerful warrior, feared, desired and respected, the best his world had ever seen, lying beneath her, at her mercy, only because he permitted it. She felt drunk with power, and knew what Max felt as his king, understood why he needed to own his body, and what Kyle and Stuart had felt when they possessed him. And she couldn’t blame them. Jealous of them, of course, she couldn’t help it. But no one really owned him. He was a rebel, a wild one, victim of his sexuality. He allowed them to think they owned him, making them lust after him. He got what pleasure he wanted from them, and they would go out of their way to please him. They were under the false impression they were his master, because they enjoyed his body, but one wink, one smirk, one glimpse or touch of his ass, and he had them drooling over him. So who was the master? And he loved her. Maria hardly had time to unstrap the dildo off her before she fell beside him, spooning into his side and holding him as close to her as she could. She recovered her strength suprisingly fast, and untied him as she strapped the dildo, still inside him, to his own body. Now she wanted him inside her. They would have no need of their game, he was already full. She took out the small remote control out of the case, to activate the vibrator inside the toy. She yanked the sleeping bag from under him and heard him groan as he flopped on the bed. She straddled his ass, shoving the toy deeper into him, and he shuddered and groaned. She leaned over him and covered his back with kisses, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. She had made him sweat. She slid back to his knees forcing them together, and continued kissing and nipping his ass and thighs. He shivered. She forced her hands between his thighs and tickled him there. Michael writhed and bucked.
- That’s it, push up so I can get under you. -
He rose on his knees allowing her to lie beneath him, and the second his cock touched her stomach, it was ready. She grinned. She was still in control of the mighty young leader of the invincible Antares army. She nodded. Yes, she was. She wrapped her legs around his butt and her heels pushed at the back of the dildo. Michael gasped and bucked, making her heels kick back in the inch that had slid out. He grunted. Maria rubbed her stomach against his erection and he expertly slid it into her, she was dripping, and he was as gentle as he always was. Maria sighed aloud in ecstasy. Now he was the master. Or was he? Maria took charge aiming the ultra sensitive remote control and turned the vibrator on in the slow speed. Michael jerked and hissed, and he started riding Maria just like he knew she liked. Her orgasms came in waves. One was hardly over when the next one started building up.
- Michael…oh, Michael! …- She prayed his name.
The toy went to medium speed and Michael purred and went for her g-spot making the second orgasm come true. Maria’s nails were making his back bleed. She compacted her body downwards under him and her nails reached his upper thighs just under his buttocks and raked back up leaving bloody trails. Michael snarled and buried his face in her breasts. Maria’s sighs were making him double his efforts and she sent the toy into high speed, drumming her heels into it, driving it in so deep, he thought he would choke on it..Her third orgasm hit them like a storm. Her clenching walls and the burning up his ass sent him riding her storm as he felt his blood shooting into her along with his sperm. The way he was writhing and sobbing started worrying Maria and she stopped the vibrator and squeezed him in her arms. She whispered every endearing word she knew and rubbed his back, feeling his strong muscles slowly loosen up and relax, floating in the wavering tide of his aftermath. She reached as far down as she could, trying to untie the toy to get it out of him, but she was sluggish and clumsy and was hurting him cruelly in the sensitive state his orgasm had left him, so she desisted and they drifted off to sleep. Her last thought as she let go, was what their friend's faces would look like if they came in and found them asleep in each others arms with the toy still inside and strapped to Michael. And if he didn’t give a damn, neither did she.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 179
Maria woke up to find herself covered by Michael’s body. It made her feel so safe to wake up with her Spaceboy asleep in her arms. She loved to feel so protected by him, but she was in dire need to go pee. Her walked her nails over his back, not to scratch but to tickle and called him softly.
- Michael? Michael! Baby, bathroom please? -
She reached up and tousled his hair, then she pushed a finger through his parted lips and he sucked it. She pulled it out and he protested.
- Mmm? - He moaned.
- Michael? - She insisted and pushed him gently.
He sighed and rolled a little to his side to allow her to slip from under him. Maria got up and smiled watching as he eased himself back on the warmth she had left on the bed. When she came back, she noticed he had turned his face away from her. She let her eyes scan his sleeping body and noticed the straps still around his hips.
- Oh shit! - Maria had totally forgotten about the dildo, and she was reminded of the dilator thing he had to have for three days at the hospital.
She pushed her hands under his stomach and somehow managed to unfasten the straps and pull them from under him. Then very slowly and carefully, she started removing the toy. Michael whimpered and reached back to hold her wrist trying to stop her from hurting him.
Maria let go of the toy to pry his fingers from her wrist.
- Hank, wait, hurts too much…- Michael moaned.
- Hey, Spaceboy, it’s me, I have to take it out, it’s hurting you…- She whispered, bending to kiss his hand still reaching back to stop her.
She kissed both his buttocks and lapped at the dip where his spine disappeared between them. He squirmed as she tickled him and then she kissed the dimples on either side just a little over the dip. She loved those dimples, they were so sexy, she had never seen those in a boy, yet Michael had them.
- Please Michael? Let me, baby…For me? - She insisted.
Michael sighed and dropped his hand in surrender. Maria gently started pulling the dildo out of him, as he groaned and grabbed the blanket with both hands. It was finally out and Maria saw it had torn him towards the front, opposite Isabel’s scar. It seemed to have scabbed and had opened again with the removal. It was bleeding a little but nothing alarming. It would heal without a mark, she was sure. She took the toy to the bathroom, washed it, dried it and returned it to its case. Then she brought a cotton wool swab from the bathroom cabinet, soaked in peroxide and pressed it to the tear. Michael gasped but kept still, while she applied some ointment and kissed his ass again. She lay beside him spooning into his side to have this déjà vu from that night when Michael stayed overnight and her mother found them next morning. Then were in the same position but facing the other way. She kissed his shoulder and whispered against it :
- No one’s going to kick you out now. -
After shopping for all they wanted, the girls went to go find the guys at the arcade. Isabel had called Stuart and he was going to meet them at the Italian restaurant he never made it to the last time there. He was already waiting at a table when they arrived. Once seated, Laurie seemed a little restless.
- Maybe we should call home in case Maria and Michael want to join us. -
- Laurie, they’ve been apart for almost a week, just let them make up for it. I assure you they’re having a great time. You know Maria. If they’re ready to join us, which I doubt, she will call us. - Liz smiled at Laurie and caught a look in Max’s eyes she could’ve sworn was jealousy. She frowned at him and he looked away guilty at having been caught. Kyle and Stuart seemed ok with it. So it was an alien thing, Liz had no doubts about it, it was a Zan-Rath-Michael thing. She saw Isabel was also frowning at her brother, she had noticed it too. Isabel met Liz’s eyes and looked down, concentrating on the menu.
A soft knock woke up Maria and she found herself again on her back with Michael only half over her this time. She checked the alarm clock and it was 9:30 pm.
- Yes? - She answered.
- Maria, it’s Laurie, can I come in? -
- Just a sec…- She pulled the sheet over Michael’s ass before she answered. - Ok, come in. -
Maria knew Laurie had seen her brother buck naked a few times before, but she was still his sister. Laurie popped her head into the room.
- Hey, we went to the mall and ended at the Italian restaurant. Liz said it was your favourite food so we brought you guys some lasagna, in case you’re hungry. It’s still kind of warm, maybe Michael can heat it up, if he wakes up? - She dangled a bag from her hand.
- Hey, come in! I don’t want to gross you out, but I think he’s going to sleep until tomorrow. - Maria nodded.
- So it was…intense? - Laurie said.
- With Michael, it’s the only way. It always is. - Maria smiled.
- God, I need someone like that! - She laughed.
- You know? I think I’ll have that. I hardly had any lunch, I couldn’t wait to be here, so eating was the last thing on my mind. - Maria took the plastic container and when she opened it, it smelled sooo good! There was even a plastic spoon and fork.
- Let me get you a proper dish and…- Laurie smiled, Maria had already filled her mouth with a big spoonful of the stuff.
- Good, huh? - Laurie grinned.
- Mmm…- Went Maria as she stuffed herself with gusto.
- There’s some apple pie and cherry colas, hope they’re cold enough still. -
She pointed at the bag and walked around the bed.
Maria watched Laurie bent to kiss Michael’s cheek, and caress his hair. She wondered if they would have had those brother-sister feelings if Amy had adopted Michael as a child and they had grown together. She was sure she would have been drooling over him anyway.
- Goodnight Maria. - Laurie waved from the door and stepped out.
- Night, Laurie, thanks a lot! - Maria mumbled over a mouthful before Laurie closed the door.
- Enjoy! - She sent back and left.
Maria felt like a pig, but she wolfed down the whole piece of lasagna. Michael had surely had a great lunch at Serena’s and anyway, she was saving a piece of apple pie and a cherry coke for him if by some alien miracle, he woke up before his breakfast time and was hungry.
Maria woke up spooned to Michael’s side and rose to her knees. The alarm clock read 6:30 am. She loved to watch him sleep peacefully, hoping she was right to think it was her doing. She reached down and skimmed her fingertip up the delicate inside of his thigh. He shivered and moaned softly. She kept going until she was teasing his balls and he jerked and gave a low growl. She found his sensitive opening and felt him contract when she pressed against it. He gasped, then whimpered when she rimmed him gently. He pushed up against her and she could feel the ridge of the scabbing tear.
- No honey, I’ve hurt you enough. - She whispered against his other thigh, kissing it softly and thinking : “Next time I’ll use my tongue,” as she retraced her finger down his thigh.
He squirmed and purred making her grin. She went to the bathroom and on the way out, she donned the terry cloth robe hanging behind the door and the matching slippers from the floor, padding silently to the terrace. She detected some activity in the kitchen and a man walked in from the pool area with two big shopping bags. Anita received him and kissed his forehead. It was Javi, and before leaving, he gave Sylvia a resounding kiss on the mouth leaving her to her giggles. Maria smiled. She liked the girl. She was so open with her feelings, so different from her mother. Maria breathed in the cool morning air and enjoyed the beautiful view. She turned towards the stables and saw Rubén carrying two buckets of food for the horses, and disappearing inside the barn. She was sure that if she listened carefully, she would be able to hear their nickers and snorts. Then she saw the dogs racing up the stairs and froze just in case, but the second they noticed her, they went scurrying back down, tripping over each other with playful nips and yelps.
She suddenly got this uncanny feeling that someone was behind her in the room and it wasn’t Michael. She turned, not sure of what she would find, and saw Max sitting on the bed, his hands on Michael’s butt. He whispered to him soothingly when the sleeping boy’s body shifted with his touch.
- Shhh…I’m here for you…let me heal you. -
Maria leaned against the door, watching the alien interaction. Max placed his fingertip, like she had done, over the damaged tissue and the healing white light did its job. She couldn’t rememeber when their last connection had been, and he had been away five days too. Then she noticed his whole finger was glistening with a greasy look, and she suspected he had used it to boost the weak connecton just enough for the uncomplicated healing. Then he kept caressing that area while his other hand reached up and touched Michael’s cheek and lips. Just some minutes ago, she had cherished the way she knew he knew it was her when she touched him, and now she had to admit that it was happening with Max too. But he was his healer, and of course, he would know him. And she was sure he could recognize each of his friends’ touch individually without the slightest doubt, through his overdeveloped alien senses. She felt this passing dislike for Max for making her see she wasn’t that special. She couldn’t take it anymore and stepped into the room. Max looked up, uncertain of how she would react to him. He meant no harm, quite the contrary. Maria sat opposite him and locked her eyes with his.
- Thank you. - Her voice barely audible.
Max smiled his answer and their hands took charge of Michael’s body possessively, Max’s on his right and Maria’s on his left. It was as if they shared the same brain, moving in perfect unison, all the way up to his shoulders, down again, Max curbing the urge to heal Maria’s scratches, dipping at the small of his back to rise over the mounds of his ass. Down to the firm roundness of his thighs and sliding up between them, fighting for dominance, when they met, to reach their target. They ended pushing at each other with their free hands and giggling in a friendly struggle.
- Hey! Will you stop it? You’re driving him nuts between you two! It woke me up and of course, he’s sleeping through your fun and I’m the one who pays for it! - Liz was pissed.
- Liz, you know? You’re not a morning person, go have your coffee! - Maria laughed at her and they both waved her away.
- Michael? - Laurie and Isabel stood at the door looking puzzled.
- Hey Max! You coming? - They all turned to see Kyle and Stuart in jogging gear and they noticed Max was wearing the same too
- Excuse me, excuse me…- Max rushed to the guys pushing his way between Laurie and his sister to hurry down the stairs.
- Don’t forget Serena’s expecting us! - Liz called after them.
Maria woke up to find herself covered by Michael’s body. It made her feel so safe to wake up with her Spaceboy asleep in her arms. She loved to feel so protected by him, but she was in dire need to go pee. Her walked her nails over his back, not to scratch but to tickle and called him softly.
- Michael? Michael! Baby, bathroom please? -
She reached up and tousled his hair, then she pushed a finger through his parted lips and he sucked it. She pulled it out and he protested.
- Mmm? - He moaned.
- Michael? - She insisted and pushed him gently.
He sighed and rolled a little to his side to allow her to slip from under him. Maria got up and smiled watching as he eased himself back on the warmth she had left on the bed. When she came back, she noticed he had turned his face away from her. She let her eyes scan his sleeping body and noticed the straps still around his hips.
- Oh shit! - Maria had totally forgotten about the dildo, and she was reminded of the dilator thing he had to have for three days at the hospital.
She pushed her hands under his stomach and somehow managed to unfasten the straps and pull them from under him. Then very slowly and carefully, she started removing the toy. Michael whimpered and reached back to hold her wrist trying to stop her from hurting him.
Maria let go of the toy to pry his fingers from her wrist.
- Hank, wait, hurts too much…- Michael moaned.
- Hey, Spaceboy, it’s me, I have to take it out, it’s hurting you…- She whispered, bending to kiss his hand still reaching back to stop her.
She kissed both his buttocks and lapped at the dip where his spine disappeared between them. He squirmed as she tickled him and then she kissed the dimples on either side just a little over the dip. She loved those dimples, they were so sexy, she had never seen those in a boy, yet Michael had them.
- Please Michael? Let me, baby…For me? - She insisted.
Michael sighed and dropped his hand in surrender. Maria gently started pulling the dildo out of him, as he groaned and grabbed the blanket with both hands. It was finally out and Maria saw it had torn him towards the front, opposite Isabel’s scar. It seemed to have scabbed and had opened again with the removal. It was bleeding a little but nothing alarming. It would heal without a mark, she was sure. She took the toy to the bathroom, washed it, dried it and returned it to its case. Then she brought a cotton wool swab from the bathroom cabinet, soaked in peroxide and pressed it to the tear. Michael gasped but kept still, while she applied some ointment and kissed his ass again. She lay beside him spooning into his side to have this déjà vu from that night when Michael stayed overnight and her mother found them next morning. Then were in the same position but facing the other way. She kissed his shoulder and whispered against it :
- No one’s going to kick you out now. -
After shopping for all they wanted, the girls went to go find the guys at the arcade. Isabel had called Stuart and he was going to meet them at the Italian restaurant he never made it to the last time there. He was already waiting at a table when they arrived. Once seated, Laurie seemed a little restless.
- Maybe we should call home in case Maria and Michael want to join us. -
- Laurie, they’ve been apart for almost a week, just let them make up for it. I assure you they’re having a great time. You know Maria. If they’re ready to join us, which I doubt, she will call us. - Liz smiled at Laurie and caught a look in Max’s eyes she could’ve sworn was jealousy. She frowned at him and he looked away guilty at having been caught. Kyle and Stuart seemed ok with it. So it was an alien thing, Liz had no doubts about it, it was a Zan-Rath-Michael thing. She saw Isabel was also frowning at her brother, she had noticed it too. Isabel met Liz’s eyes and looked down, concentrating on the menu.
A soft knock woke up Maria and she found herself again on her back with Michael only half over her this time. She checked the alarm clock and it was 9:30 pm.
- Yes? - She answered.
- Maria, it’s Laurie, can I come in? -
- Just a sec…- She pulled the sheet over Michael’s ass before she answered. - Ok, come in. -
Maria knew Laurie had seen her brother buck naked a few times before, but she was still his sister. Laurie popped her head into the room.
- Hey, we went to the mall and ended at the Italian restaurant. Liz said it was your favourite food so we brought you guys some lasagna, in case you’re hungry. It’s still kind of warm, maybe Michael can heat it up, if he wakes up? - She dangled a bag from her hand.
- Hey, come in! I don’t want to gross you out, but I think he’s going to sleep until tomorrow. - Maria nodded.
- So it was…intense? - Laurie said.
- With Michael, it’s the only way. It always is. - Maria smiled.
- God, I need someone like that! - She laughed.
- You know? I think I’ll have that. I hardly had any lunch, I couldn’t wait to be here, so eating was the last thing on my mind. - Maria took the plastic container and when she opened it, it smelled sooo good! There was even a plastic spoon and fork.
- Let me get you a proper dish and…- Laurie smiled, Maria had already filled her mouth with a big spoonful of the stuff.
- Good, huh? - Laurie grinned.
- Mmm…- Went Maria as she stuffed herself with gusto.
- There’s some apple pie and cherry colas, hope they’re cold enough still. -
She pointed at the bag and walked around the bed.
Maria watched Laurie bent to kiss Michael’s cheek, and caress his hair. She wondered if they would have had those brother-sister feelings if Amy had adopted Michael as a child and they had grown together. She was sure she would have been drooling over him anyway.
- Goodnight Maria. - Laurie waved from the door and stepped out.
- Night, Laurie, thanks a lot! - Maria mumbled over a mouthful before Laurie closed the door.
- Enjoy! - She sent back and left.
Maria felt like a pig, but she wolfed down the whole piece of lasagna. Michael had surely had a great lunch at Serena’s and anyway, she was saving a piece of apple pie and a cherry coke for him if by some alien miracle, he woke up before his breakfast time and was hungry.
Maria woke up spooned to Michael’s side and rose to her knees. The alarm clock read 6:30 am. She loved to watch him sleep peacefully, hoping she was right to think it was her doing. She reached down and skimmed her fingertip up the delicate inside of his thigh. He shivered and moaned softly. She kept going until she was teasing his balls and he jerked and gave a low growl. She found his sensitive opening and felt him contract when she pressed against it. He gasped, then whimpered when she rimmed him gently. He pushed up against her and she could feel the ridge of the scabbing tear.
- No honey, I’ve hurt you enough. - She whispered against his other thigh, kissing it softly and thinking : “Next time I’ll use my tongue,” as she retraced her finger down his thigh.
He squirmed and purred making her grin. She went to the bathroom and on the way out, she donned the terry cloth robe hanging behind the door and the matching slippers from the floor, padding silently to the terrace. She detected some activity in the kitchen and a man walked in from the pool area with two big shopping bags. Anita received him and kissed his forehead. It was Javi, and before leaving, he gave Sylvia a resounding kiss on the mouth leaving her to her giggles. Maria smiled. She liked the girl. She was so open with her feelings, so different from her mother. Maria breathed in the cool morning air and enjoyed the beautiful view. She turned towards the stables and saw Rubén carrying two buckets of food for the horses, and disappearing inside the barn. She was sure that if she listened carefully, she would be able to hear their nickers and snorts. Then she saw the dogs racing up the stairs and froze just in case, but the second they noticed her, they went scurrying back down, tripping over each other with playful nips and yelps.
She suddenly got this uncanny feeling that someone was behind her in the room and it wasn’t Michael. She turned, not sure of what she would find, and saw Max sitting on the bed, his hands on Michael’s butt. He whispered to him soothingly when the sleeping boy’s body shifted with his touch.
- Shhh…I’m here for you…let me heal you. -
Maria leaned against the door, watching the alien interaction. Max placed his fingertip, like she had done, over the damaged tissue and the healing white light did its job. She couldn’t rememeber when their last connection had been, and he had been away five days too. Then she noticed his whole finger was glistening with a greasy look, and she suspected he had used it to boost the weak connecton just enough for the uncomplicated healing. Then he kept caressing that area while his other hand reached up and touched Michael’s cheek and lips. Just some minutes ago, she had cherished the way she knew he knew it was her when she touched him, and now she had to admit that it was happening with Max too. But he was his healer, and of course, he would know him. And she was sure he could recognize each of his friends’ touch individually without the slightest doubt, through his overdeveloped alien senses. She felt this passing dislike for Max for making her see she wasn’t that special. She couldn’t take it anymore and stepped into the room. Max looked up, uncertain of how she would react to him. He meant no harm, quite the contrary. Maria sat opposite him and locked her eyes with his.
- Thank you. - Her voice barely audible.
Max smiled his answer and their hands took charge of Michael’s body possessively, Max’s on his right and Maria’s on his left. It was as if they shared the same brain, moving in perfect unison, all the way up to his shoulders, down again, Max curbing the urge to heal Maria’s scratches, dipping at the small of his back to rise over the mounds of his ass. Down to the firm roundness of his thighs and sliding up between them, fighting for dominance, when they met, to reach their target. They ended pushing at each other with their free hands and giggling in a friendly struggle.
- Hey! Will you stop it? You’re driving him nuts between you two! It woke me up and of course, he’s sleeping through your fun and I’m the one who pays for it! - Liz was pissed.
- Liz, you know? You’re not a morning person, go have your coffee! - Maria laughed at her and they both waved her away.
- Michael? - Laurie and Isabel stood at the door looking puzzled.
- Hey Max! You coming? - They all turned to see Kyle and Stuart in jogging gear and they noticed Max was wearing the same too
- Excuse me, excuse me…- Max rushed to the guys pushing his way between Laurie and his sister to hurry down the stairs.
- Don’t forget Serena’s expecting us! - Liz called after them.
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