Roswell Fanatics

Chapter 200


The sages awaited them, dressed in long white robes, looking very much like spooks. Zan preferred looking elsewhere, as he was reminded of the frightful childish stories he would hear from the children at the citadel, of the ghosts and spirits of the warriors who came back for revenge, thinking they didn’t deserve to die in battle, not caring about the honour but about their families left behind. Stupid ignorant superstition, his father used to call it, but it still frightened him and Vilandra during stormy nights. Rath-Michael of course, laughed at them, the stories and his cousins, and slept holding Vilandra to him, making her feel safe while Zan shook and trembled in his bed, but more afraid of his sister’s punches if he dared approach them. He hated the old men for reminding him of that. They dressed them in the same robes, only theirs were blood red, for the blood the sacrifice would require from them. Then they were guided through a tunnel that led from the Granilith’s shrine to a round torch lit room with an old altar. A blanket with strange symbols was on the ground before the stone altar and a coarse clay bowl with the same symbols stood on it with a small glistening sharp looking blade. The oldest sage said some kind of prayer, in words of an ancient language that none understood, but sounded mysterious and important. Then he bowed in front of the altar and the men started backing out of the cavern-like room the way they had come. They would come back for them in the morning, by the first light as tradition called. The two boys had been required to fast for at least six hours, which would have been a problem for Rath-Michael, but he had slept longer than that, overcoming the issue the easiest way possible. Zan had already made up his mind where he wanted the sacrifice to be inflicted upon and turned to his cousin to rip the robe off his hard strong young body. Zan dropped his, looking pathetically thin in spite of his recently toned muscles which concentrated on his chest and arms. He hugged the younger boy to him and kissed his mouth pushing his fingers into his hair, feeling the silky strands slide through them. Rath-Michael’s arms were around his neck, trusting him to take the initiative as to where and how the sacrifice would be performed. Then Zan’s hands glided down the boy’s back pressing him against his much thinner frame, making him feel his already hard cock, as Rath-Michael’s began to awake. Zan grinned and placed his hands on the boy’s firm ass, making his erection reach its peak. Zan ended the kiss and led the boy to the blanket, using his powers to curve it upwards, so that when he stretched Rath-Michael over it, his hips were raised in the most erotic invitation. Zan brought the bowl and blade from the stone altar and set them on the blanket by Michael’s hip. He knelt between his thighs spreading them wide, exposing the boy with the help of his position. He placed the bowl under them high up between Rath-Michael’s legs to receive the blood that dripped to the ground and eventually, their semen. He said the ancient words he had been taught for the occasion : “Ashay ir wosh’ti” (I now make you mine). He pressed the head of his cock at the boy’s ass and placed the tip of the blade with the sharp side upwards safely away from his organ, against the upper part of the boy’s opening. He pushed it in and gave a quick slice upwards, deep enough, causing the blood to flow. Rath-Michael winced and Zan saw his muscles tighten, but he kept still as he answered : “Ashay ir pash’mi” (“Now I belong to you”). Zan brought the blade to the base of his penis and made a quick horizontal cut, making the blood flow down his organ. He kept his healing powers from automatically acting on his cut, but let them prevent him from feeling any pain, just a slight pressure. No healing was allowed but nothing had been said against sparing himself from the pain. He watched his blood mix with Rath-Michael’s and pushed in, using their blood as the only lubricant permitted. It was Rath-Michael’s sperm which was the most important because of who he was. If Zan got him to come twice, as he knew he could, he would be thoroughly congratulated for strengthening the union. Zan set a smooth lazy pace, to enjoy the ritual to the maximum, and make himself last. He knew Rath-Michael would come much sooner than him, but he would just go on until he was ready. The boy would come again with him at the end, when he started ramming and shooting into him. Rath-Michael felt a jolt of sharp pain with each stroke, as the broken tissue was forced open with the thick penetration and kept the blood flowing. The same happened to Zan’s cut as he pushed in deep, making the two wounds meet and kiss each other. He purposedly made Rath-Michael come, short stabbing into his prostate gland, enjoying the spasms of the boy’s clenching tight ass, as he again shoved deep into him with no danger of his jumping the gun. Zan slid his hands around and under Rath-Michael’s hips, taking the bowl with his left and the boy’s cock with his right, forcing it down with some manual encouragement, to make him ejaculate in the sacrificial vessel. This kept him busy enough to take the gripping contractions that were sending the unique pleasure the boy was giving him, straight up to his brain without losing it himself. When it was over, he returned the bowl under them and his hands to Rath-Michael’s buttocks, spreading him again and almost drooling as he watched himself in action, feeling the steel muscles working under his hands and enjoying the way the perfect body shifted to accommodate the angle of entry he desired. That depended if he wanted to ease the pain, like right then, being left extra sensitive after the strong pleasure, of if he needed to suffer, to bring on another shattering orgasm. If neither, he would writhe and slither making the pain and pleasure constant before the next explosion of satisfaction. Zan still had a long way to go, and loved the way he had to force himself in during Rath-Michael’s orgasm. The boy’s whimpers and purrs of pleasure were music to his ears. Zan kept thrusting at a leisurely even pace, prolonging the ordeal as much as possible. Eventually, when he felt he couldn’t hold back much longer, he led another fierce attack on Rath-Michael’s equivalent of the female g-spot until he had him coming again, using the bowl and his hand to pour the coveted offering where it was intended. His handling of the boy was rougher this time, with the urgency of his impending climax, feeling it in the vice-like contractions he was receiving. Zan hardly had time to replace the bowl on the ground to keep receiving the bloody offerings as he felt the last throbs of the captive in his hand, before he let go. He dug his fingers back viciously in the firm flesh, spreading and ramming mercilessly hard and fast, to shoot his scalding hot semen as deep as he possibly could into the boy, a fraction of a second before Rath-Michael’s shudders would stop, boosting him to match his own orgasm. That was the bonus the boy expected and craved. It was the pattern of their sexual encounters which Rath-Michael actually enjoyed in spite of the violence. Rath-Michael was exhausted and in extreme pain, but Zan wanted to come again too. This time the boy was just receptive, his participation limited to squeeze Zan, just hanging on and braving the torture, trying to make it the best he could for his lover until he finally felt him coming. Zan screamed his name and it echoed through the tunnels, then he sat back on his heels, grabbing his own ankles to keep his balance, a post sex position he found quite comfortable, as his hips were thrown forwards, keeping his still hard cock inside Rath-Michael for the whole aftermath. The younger boy’s body was reacting to the considerable amount of suffering he had been put through, giving him a burning fever. When the aftermath was over, Rath-Michael relaxed and Zan slid out of him, carefully receiving the bloody semen dripping from the boy as he encouraged it out with his finger. Then, using the same digit, he stirred it mixing it completely and drank half of it. He had to push his hands under Rath-Michael’s chest to pull him up against him and enable him to drink the rest of their blood and semen completing the ritual. Appart from reinforcing the faithfulness in whatever kind of relationship they were having at the time of the sacrifice, it would render Rath-Michael totally unable to direct even the smallest amount of violence of any kind against Zan, because he belonged to him, body and soul. Now there was only place for another person in Rath-Michael’s life with equal rights over him as Zan, and having to be from the opposite sex of his other owner, that would be his future wife, Vilandra.
Zan lay beside his cousin and Rath-Michael’s protective instincts made him cover him with his body. He lay shuddering and moaning in his lover’s arms until Zan couldn’t take it anymore.

- Rath-Michael? - Zan said worriedly by the heat and shudders of the body over him.

- Hurts…- It came in the middle of a sob and broke even Zan’s callous heart.

- That’s it! I’m healing you. You’re hurting and burning with fever, it’s endangering your life. It’s enough! - Zan exploded.

He tried to ease the boy off him to a side and proceed with what he felt he had to do, but Rath-Michael clung to him and didn’t let him.

- No Zan…I have to bear it or the sacrifice will not be accepted if you heal me…just hold me, that’s all I need. -

- We can take it again in three years…- Zan insisted.

- We have to take it again in three years regardless, I want to keep you protected right away, I can’t wait…not now that I’m already a warrior…I just can’t stand the possibility of being a threat to you. What I’m suffering is nothing to what I would if you were ever in danger because of me. - Rath-Michael shivered and moaned.

- Rath-Michael…I love you, I just have a strange way of showing it, jealousy has always consumed me when it came to you, in every way, making me react in the stupid way I always have. I can’t control it, but I have to admit it. I’m sorry, cause I will never be able to get over it. - Zan sobbed, consumed by emotions he had never felt before.

- It’s alright, I also love you in my own way too. Just hold me, please? I need you…- Rath-Michael made himself as comfortable as possible over the thin, bony and hard body of his cousin and lover, now his owner.

The arms around him comforted him enough to help him fall asleep in spite of the fever and pain. Zan slept in short catnaps, wanting to watch over Rath-Michael and make sure he was alright. His sleep was at times troubled, probably reliving the last few hours, but Zan’s voice had him smirking and relaxing, as the future king enjoyed watching his warrior sleep in his arms.

Chapter 201


The sages and both parents arrived at the break of day with a hooded stranger in a blood red robe too, who stayed behind them. They found Rath-Michael fast asleep, apparently his fever had broken and he seemed alright. Zan was in his usual light doze, ready to sit up with a scared look, his waking up trait, as if afraid that his life in Antar’s castle was just a dream that would never come true. He must have felt cold because he was wearing the blood red robe while the boy over him was naked. The sages saw one of his hands on the small of his cousin’s back and the other on his ass. They shared a disapproving look that silently said they had suspected Zan’s choice, after his last, and pulled the hood away from Vilandra’s dazed eyes. The eldest sage led her to the sleeping couple and placed her hand on Rath-Michael’s vacant buttock. The boy snuggled as he recognized her touch, pushing up against both hands. The sage tried to hide his frown unsuccessfully, and started chanting the ancient incantation.
Zan and Vilandra’s hands started to glow with a blood red light, and the girl took fright and tried to pull away, only to find her hand was stuck to Rath-Michael’s flesh making him hiss in pain at her vain attempt. The old sage gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

- It’s alright, my lady, it is meant to be. - He whispered in her ear in a soft reassuring voice.

Vilandra nodded and accepted. The red glow turned brighter and a puff of white smoke surrounded their hands. They felt the heat they generated and directed right below them, otherwise the feeling was a rather pleasant tingling at the palms of their hands. Rath-Michael gasped and whimpered and his body shuddered before he sighed, also accepting his destiny.
The sage pulled their hands away to reveal the blood red brands which eventually would turn to bright silver and would show whom he belonged to. They were like slave brands from the two masters Rath-Michael willingly submitted to. It would also remember those he would posses him, for political reasons, that he could belong to no other, because the proof would be right in front of their eyes during the deal-sealing act.
Vilandra looked up at Rath-Michael’s wincing face, lying on her brother’s chest and a slight movement further up caught her eye, noticing Zan was wide awake. Their eyes locked and they nodded. They had equal rights to their beloved cousin for the moment, but once she became betrothed to him, she would have a stronger claim than Zan, as the future mother of his children. She smiled wickedly at the thought, and saw Zan glaring at her, disgusted at what it meant : Rath-Michael could only be his with her permission, and she could choose to be present and participate if she wanted to. Zan frowned and Vilandra giggled. Rath-Michael shivered and moaned his protest.

- My lord…- Said the old sage as he shook the still sleeping boy’s shoulder.

Vilandra shook her head and took Rath-Michael’s lips in hers as Zan played with his hair. Then their hands started roaming his body intimately and soon the boy’s eyes opened and he smirked when he saw her there beside him.

- You alright? - She asked, caressing his cheek.

- I should, you’re here with me, and I guess I’m lying over Zan…- he winced making the said boy chuckle.

She helped him get up and the second he was on his feet he felt two jolts of searing fire shoot up and down his body coming from the brands. He staggered and his cousins struggled to hold him up. The old sage turned to Ramthis who was staring at his son with a look of pure anguish.

- My lord, please, he needs to rest, the consummation of the ritual is painful to him and he should keep to his bed for the rest of the day. Please? - He asked and the warlord understood what was needed.

He walked up to the trio and pushed them away from his son, in his usual harsh way. Vilandra and Zan stepped away, thankful for his help, and watched the powerful warlord place the future warlord over his shoulder and head the procession towards the bedroom.


As the scene faded, the shocked group turned to Michael and almost screamed when they saw the scene reenacted behind them. Max and Isabel were struggling to hold a wincing and weak Michael between the two. The siblings were in the robes their original selves had been wearing and Michael was stark naked. Maria rushed behind him to confirm he had the brands too, the reason for his present state of distress.

- He needs to lie down and sleep too. - Serena observed.

- How are we goint to take him all the way to his bedroom? He doesn’t have a father here…- Isabel began.

- But he has friends and some family too. - Stuart finished for her.

- It doesn’t have to be all the way to his bedroom, the bed next door should be comfortable enough. - Serena said.

- I have carried him before with Isabel, and it’s not so far. - Kyle reminded them.

- Max and I are the same height, we should be able to cope with his weight with no problems, right Max? - Asked Stuart.

Max nodded, he could easily manage half of Michael’s weight, sharing shoulders with Stuart.

- Together? - Stuart asked Max.

- Sure. Kyle, we will need you to hold him up, ok? - Max asked Kyle.

Kyle nodded and grabbed Michael from behind against him, worried because he was breathing heavily, barely conscious.

Stuart and Kyle got in sync and pressed their shoulders together into Michael’s stomach as Kyle eased the tall boy forwards over them.

- On three…- Said Stuart, sounding a little strained. - One…two…three! -

They straightened up and started heading slowly to the room Serena had prepared for them last night. They arrived at the foot of the bed and very carefully unloaded Michael first on his ass, as they knelt together on the mattress and then slowly lowered him on his back. Michael had been wincing and moaning as his body touched down, and the second they let go of him, he rolled over and lay still. Max turned to Serena.

- What happened? When we did the bonding a few weeks ago he didn’t react like this. - He was confused.

- That’s right, because he was a couple of years older. But now he has relived the experience at the correct age it originally happened, that’s why he’s reacting exactly like he did at that time. He needs to rest and we need to talk. I know it’s hard to tell here, but outside it’s already dark, we have been here for hours. I have to feed you and we’ll talk over dinner cause you also need your rest to go back to school tomorrow.

- No, tomorrow’s a holiday, remember? Memorial day? - Kyle said.

- Hey! He’s right! Kyle! You did it again, like the cheese factory field trip we skipped to watch Langley’s video! - Maria exclaimed, exhilarated.

- You’re right, I had forgotten, then you have an extra day. C’mon, I’ll order anything you want, and by the time you shower and change, it should be on the table. - Serena started walking out of the room.

- I don’t want to leave him alone…- -He shouldn’t stay alone…- Said Maria and Isabel at the same time.

- I’ll stay with him. - Liz said, and that’s when they realized she had been right by Michael most of the time, so quiet that they hadn’t noticed her.

She had sensed what he was going through all the time, and gave him her support being close by, so he could feel her presence with him.

- I need to speak with all of you, he will be fine Liz, trust me, we’ll be right back after dinner to check on him and bring him something to eat if he’s up to it. - Serena was sure Michael would not wake up in hours.

- You go Liz, I’ll stay, I’m not as involved in all this as you guys are, and that way you’ll know if he needs you here. - Laurie had made her decision.
- You’ll brief me later, anyway, right? -

Serena went to her side and took both her hands smiling fondly.

- You know, Laurie, when Rath-Michael was back in his bed and sleeping, Ramthis and Zeolan needed to talk to Zan and Vilandra and neither of them wanted to leave Rath-Michael alone either. The king and the warlord insisted they needed to talk to them and that Rath-Michael was safely asleep, so O’Sheeah shyly stepped into the room from where she had been standing at the door, and offered to stay with him. She was his sister there too, as noble as the Royal blood their father had given both of them, and you have just proved to be as noble as she was. Thank you, I’ll send food for you and Michael, and I’m sure you will be able to get him to eat. I know how much he loves you and will do anything to please you. -

Even Maria and Isabel agreed Michael was in the best of hands and after a quick kiss on his cheek, they left with Serena. Isabel stopped at the door as she was leaving, and with a wave of her hand, gave Michael some shorts. Laurie was his sister, and she thought they would be more comfortable if he wasn’t buck naked. In spite of the very soft cotton, Isabel felt sorry when she saw Michael wince. Laurie smiled at Isabel and watched them leave.


When they met again at the table, they found Serena had ordered Italian food from the restaurant at the mall they hadn’t been able to enjoy that fateful night. Laurie had called Anita on her cell phone and asked her to send Sylvia over so she could give Serena a hand, who sent some food as she had promised to Laurie and Michael with the girl. In spite of her bubbly and giggly personality, the girl was incredibly discreet. She didn’t ask why Laurie and Michael were in that weird underground room, because she trusted Laurie would tell her what she thought she could handle when the time was right. Until then, she would just be helpful in all she could. They managed to get some response from Michael when they pushed some lasagna into his parted lips. He chewed and swallowed, and they giggled when he went : “Mmm?...” still asleep yet asking for more. Sylvia teased him making him feel the next bite against his lips but away from his mouth.

- Are you awake? I don’t want you to choke…- Laurie said.

Michael mumbled something unintelligible and licked his lips.

- Open your eyes, Michael, c’mon…- Sylvia pleaded and cupping his chin, she wiped his lips with her thumb in what Laurie thought was amazingly sexy.

Michael sighed and opened his eyes. He smirked at the sight of the two girls and opened his mouth obediently to receive a spoonful from Sylvia. When he finished, Laurie fed him the ice cream and a couple of seconds later, he was fast asleep again. Laurie had eaten while Sylvia fed Michael and then she had a couple of spoonfuls of ice cream and told Sylvia she had had enough. Sylvia nodded, wise beyond her years, and after giving Michael an affectionate kiss on the cheek, she smiled at Laurie and left.

Chapter 202


Sylvia returned with the tray of empty dishes and nodded at Serena with and ear to ear smile.

- Thank you Sylvia, is he alright? - Serena asked.

- Well fed and fast asleep again. - She giggled and headed for the kitchen.

- Fine! Ok then, as you can see, if you thought Michael’s life in Antar was better than this one, you were very wrong. He had as raw a deal as he had here. He may not have been abused by a drunkard since a very young age, but by 14, he was fighting battles, returning wounded in each one, taken hostage and tortured because of the sick craving men had for his body, and on top of all, becoming the martyr whore of Antar, not by choice but by duty. He suffered the humiliation of having to do what should have been done by a woman of Royal Blood, but had to take it upon himself for lack of one. Of course only the “Royal” family knew this wasn’t so, but Rath-Michael would rather sacrifice himself to protect his sister. O’Sheeah had no idea what he was doing for her, living a protected life in the castle, but it was vox populi in the citadel, and her mother knew, but would never tell her. Once she met Rath-Michael in the citadel, and she ran to him, hugging him close to her and weeping openly as she whispered : “Thank you, thank you so much for sparing my daughter!” To which Rath-Michael whispered back : “She is my sister, and you know I’d rather die before I let anyone touch her.” Which had O’Shandra weeping on his shoulder in a new bout of tears. Of course the people’s curiosity was piqued to no end, but they had no way of relating the incident to the girl who was acting as waiting lady to Vilandra. She was absolutely safe with them and no reason whatsoever for her mother to cry over her, so they wondered what it had been about. Although the sex was consensual because there was no way he could refuse it, but it was still reluctant, making it more painful from the traumatic point of view. That unfortunately, will have to be covered tomorrow, so you will have to brace yourselves, and believe me, I’m sure you’ll be thinking that the choice of being back in school wasn’t so bad after all. That’s why I insisted Michael needed to rest and sleep, cause it will be particularly hard on him. So, should we go check on him? And sorry, guys, you all stay away from him tonight. I will allow Maria to stay with him if you swear…did you hear me clearly? Swear you will let him sleep. I will never forgive you if you add to his suffering in any way, even with the best intentions. I mean it Maria. - Serena’s stern look cut he to the quick.

- Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. - Maria assured her after a big loud gulp, taking Serena’s threat very seriously.

“Wow! The woman really loves Michael!” They all thought and they could feel she was very distress by what she was putting him through, but he was the one who mostly wanted the answers straight and blunt, so that’s what she was giving him with the rest along for the ride.


When they arrived at the underground room, they found Laurie kneeling beside Michael applying cold compresses with a soaked towel. His shorts were all the way down to halfway down his thighs.

- What happened? - Serena asked, alarmed.

- They are burning and hurting him very much! - Laurie sniffed.

- Let me see. - Serena removed the towel and noticed the brands were glowing red.

She pressed a finger on one, and Michael moaned as she confirmed they were really hot.

- Something’s wrong! They shouldn’t be glowing, it means the ritual has not been completed. Max, Isabel, come here. I need you to put your hands over the brands to finish the ritual. Max, that one’s yours, Isabel, you take that one. - She directed them.

As soon as their hands were on the brands, they felt this buzzing under their palms, then the puffs of smoke surrounded their hands for about five seconds and vanished. Michael had been groaning, and shuddered violently, but then sighed and started relaxing. They could tell by the way his breathing was stabilizing. Serena lifted their hands off Michael. The brands were red but the glowing had stopped.

- It is completed now, Zan and Isabel sealed it in Antar and you had to do it here too. - Serena sighed and turned to Michael. - Does it still hurt? -

- I think it’s passing. - He whispered and winced.

- Alright, we can help him, he needs your energy. You will concentrate on him and send it to him. All you have to do is think the way you see him or what you feel for him, and the positive vibes will ease his pain and hasten his healing. -

- But I could heal him…- Max protested.

- No Max, you heard it will make the sacrifice unacceptable and he will have suffered in vain. Do what I tell you, and it will be the best for him. Trust me. - Serena knew what she was talking about.

They all knelt around the bed and waited for Serena to guide them along.

- You have to do it one by one, or you will send him and overload that will be worse and won’t help him at all. Laurie, you’re his sister, you go first, place your hand over his heart and just let your feelings for him flow into your mind. When you finish, open your eyes so we know you have. Don’t make it too long, remember the other have to do it to, ok? - She said.

Laurie nodded and placed her hand on his back over his heart and concentrated.

“Michael…I can’t believe I really have a brother, you may be my kid bro, but you make me feel so safe. You know, I sometimes wish you weren’t my brother, Maria is so lucky! I hope I can find someone like you, a big guy, so handsome, with a great body, a hunk like you. I don’t think I can be so lucky, you mean so much to me, Michael, I love you very much!” he opened her eyes and slid her hand away.

- Isabel, you’re his cousin and you were his betrothed, you should go on. -

- Serena, but Maria…- Isabel felt uncomfortable.

- No Isabel, Serena’s right, you go on. - Maria insisted.

Isabel sighed and nodded. Her hand went to Michael’s heart and she closed her eyes.

“Michael, you were my betrothed, I loved you very much there and here too. I cried so much when we were separated, and when I found you again, it was the happiest moment in my life. Max began with his crap about you being our brother, but I wasn’t sure, not the way I felt about you. Then I found out girls had crushes on their brothers, so I thought that was what was happening to me, until that day, when I craved for you. I could never feel that for Max, so I knew you couldn’t be my brother. I still love you very much, Michael, I always will.” Her eyes blinked open and her hand left his body.

- Maria, you are his girlfriend, go on. - Serena nodded.

Maria covered his heart and shut her eyes tight.

“Spaceboy, what can I say that you don’t already know! I love you so much, I’m sorry I didn’t understand how you felt for me at the beginning, but now I know you were trying to protect me and keep me safe, you knew how it was to hurt and you didn’t want that for me, in any way. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for giving me the best first time ever! No one could have made me feel like you did. Thank you for staying for me, you can’t imagine what it meant to me! I will never leave you, Michael, I could never love anyone like I love you.” She looked up and took her hand away from him reluctantly.

- Liz, you have empathy with him, so go for it, you know what he needs so give it to him. - Serena smiled at Liz and she smiled back, grateful.

“Michael, our empathy doesn’t allow me to hide anything from you. You know the crush I’ve had on you since the first day I saw you. Well, both Maria and I. You were rough and intimidating at first, when we finally got closer, but you were always there for me. You took my diary, but I had left it on the counter, and I was glad it was you, and you gave it back saying I had given you another reason to envy Max! It was the other way round, Michael. Why do you think I turned to you when Pierce took Max? You backed me up when I tried to find out about Alex, and you honoured me by accepting to be my first on that enigma night, knowing the problems you would have with Max and Maria. You suffered for me when Max got drunk and attacked me, and now that we’re linked like this, and I know how you feel about all of us, I love you even more.” Her eyes flew open, knowing she had taken longer than the rest and looked guiltily at Serena. But Serena was smiling, understanding, and being a good friend.

- Max, you’re his cousin, his healer and lover. Do it. -

Max nodded and felt Michael’s hearbeat under his palm. His eyes closed and his love for Michael flooded his brain.

“Michael, I’ve been mean to you and hurt you so many times, but it’s my stupid sadistic way of worrying about you and trying to control you. My eyes may be closed, but I can see you smirking at me, your sexy mouth, your full lips, the lust in your honey coloured eyes when I touch your velvet skin, I love your long, perfect legs, and how your firm gorgeous butt feels under my hands when I enter your tight ass. No one can make me come like when I’m inside you, I love your body, I love you Michael. You know how much I do. Don’t ever leave me, I’d be lost without you, I just wouldn’t know what to do. Feel my love Michael, feel it inside you.” Max knew his eyes were glazed so he kept them down.

Serena looked from Kyle to Stuart and back, not making up her mind.

Chapter 203


- Stuart, you saved his life. He wouldn’t be here with us if it weren’t for you. You should be next. - Kyle decided for her.

- No Kyle, you’ve known him much longer than I have. It wouldn’t be fair. You go ahead. -

- Thank you man, but I think it would. Be fair, I mean, if you went before me, I’ve never done anything that important for him, as you have, and I’ve…-

- C’mon Kyle, what are you waiting for? - Serena whispered, shutting him up.

Kyle cleared his throat and checked the ceiling for inspiration before he did his thing. The vibes of Michael’s heart reminded him how sick he had felt at the sight of his blood when he helped Isabel with him at the trailer, after Nicholas almost killed him, after Max attacked him thinking he was Liz, after his stupid football buddies and even himself, had fucked the daylights out of him, and yet he had given him his body willingly again.

“Michael, kid, you have been my first and only one so far, making me wonder if a woman would feel as tight and as good, I wish I had your beautiful legs, how I envy you! No, that’s not right, this should be only about love. Well, I love you, what can I say. You know how much I do. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. Anyway, all the school is sure me and Max are fucking your ass. That eraser room stunt with Maria sure confused them, but then the locker room attack got us back in the spotlight. So what the hell! If I find a girl for me, rule # 1: She accepts how I feel about you or I send her packing! I hope you will still let me give you my love to show you how much you mean to me. I love you, man. - Kyle’s hand left Michael’s body and his eyes were so focused on him, that they only noticed they were open when he raised his head and nodded to Stuart.

- Well, guess I’m the last in line, so here I go. I met you in such shocking way, and I had to hurt you so much…but when I realized who you were, when you kindly accepted me into your “family” and we found out all about you, I was in awe! Cause you’re amazing, kid! I’ve been with several women in my life, and I’m hoping for a very special one, you know, but you scared me, cause you made me feel things I never thought I could. I was so honoured when you gave me your body, and I know I’ll never feel with anyone the way I do with you. Please, don’t forget me, If you ever need me or want me like that, if I’m lucky enough to have another chance, I’ll always be here for you. You’re unique, one of a kind, what you did for me…I love you so much. - Then very professionally, he looked up and kept checking out Michael’s heartbeat.

- He’s really felt our vibes, that’s what his heart’s telling me. - He nodded.

- I know, and you were wrong Stuart, I’m the last in line. - Serena smiled and gently lifted Stuart’s hand to replace it with hers, shutting her eyes.

- Michael, your mother was my best friend, as well as your aunt’s, my sister. So the love I feel for you is the nearest possible to that of a mother. I’m old but I’m not blind. You’re a gorgeous boy and you’ll be a gorgeus man, Maria and Isabel are very lucky, also Liz, and Laurie in her own way.
I’ll never fail you again, now that I’ve finally found you. I want the best for you, the life you deserve. You’ve heard your friends and family before me, and you know how much they love you and how much you mean to them. Let me include myself there too, cause I love you very much. -

Serena wrapped it all up and then, right before their eyes, the glow died down, and though the brands were still red, it was obvious that the burning pain had gone away.

- The ritual is concluded and accepted, he will be fine now. - Serena leant over Michael and kissed his cheek.

Michael smiled and took a deep breath. Maria immediately went to him and eased his head on her lap. Serena smiled knowingly and got up.

- Ok guys, I don’t know about you, but I keep my promises, out you go, and Maria, remember, he needs to sleep and rest for tomorrow, and I have to be sure he will, your word will do, I trust you also want the best for him. -

- Don’t worry, he’ll sleep like a baby, I promise. - Her eyes were shining with tears and that was enough for Serena.

She winked at Isabel who waved Maria into a nightie and they were off.
Maria smiled and very carefully lay herself down beside Michael. She knew he was alright when he snuggled close to her and ended half over her. She slid her arm under him and hugged him close to her. She felt him getting hard against her leg, as his mouth closed over her nipple.

- Maria…- He whispered, making her shiver.

- No baby, you’re sleeping tonight, I’m keeping this promise. - And she did what she considered the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. She totally ignored him and concentrated on sending him her love, not the sexual one, but the pure innocent one, which was what he needed at the time. She was proud to say she succeeded and had him sleeping peacefully, absolutely relaxed in a matter of seconds. She woke up to full darkness when he slid off her and lay beside her facing the other way. She spooned into his side and their positions were reminiscent to that time when Amy found them in bed one morning, and whacked Michael away, thinking they had been having sex. Maria remembered it and giggled softly, rubbing Michael’s back with her hand and his thigh with her knee until she fell asleep again. The next time she woke up, Michael was returning to his former position, and it was already daylight. She kissed his hair and he purred and moved further over her. The door opened and Serena came in leading the gang, with a tray with breakfast for both of them. They found Michael snuggled in Maria’s arms, practically covering her with his body. Maria waved at them giving them a sheepish grin, her mouth watering at the smell of coffee and the rest of the goodies.

- Here, let me help you. - Max and Isabel rolled Michael on his side so Maria could get up and then let him flop back carefully.

Maria dove for the tray as Isabel was gently coaxing Michael to open his eyes, teasing and tickling. He writhed and squirmed, moaned and purred but went on sleeping.

- Ok, Maria, do your kissy-kissy thing to wake him up. - Isabel said impatiently.

- Can’t…- mumbled Maria covering her mouth, which was full of toast as she washed it down with coffee. - Remember he doesn’t like really like coffee except when absolutely necessary. Too late, I could have had some of his cocoa, that would’ve worked. Now, he’ll just turn his face away and bury it in the pillow at the taste. Sorry…wait until I finish and I wash my teeth. - And she went stuffing herself.

Isabel frowned, so Max, Kyle and Stuart approached the bed after having a private chat.

- I think between the three of us, we can roll him over and hold him on his back until he wakes up, which will take seconds this way, without serious damage to ourselves. - Max chuckled.

- Let me check the brands. They seem ok, they’re almost completely silver now. - Serena reached out and touched one tentatively, but Michael twisted away and growled. - They’re still sore, I don’t want you to hurt him…-

- Let me try. - Liz kissed his cheek and pushed her face into his hair. They heard her mumbling softly as Michael sighed and started stretching and showing signs of waking up.

- Liz…? - Michael chuckled, then he said in a husky sleepy voice : - Ok, you’re way too convincing. -

She giggled and moved away to let him push up. All eyes were on her.

- What? - She was feeling very self conscious the way they were looking at her.

- What did you do? What did you say to him? - Maria gulped down her last bite, full of curiosity.

- I just told him to please remember it was our last day here before the next weekend, and we needed him to wake up cause Serena was waiting for him to continue with our visit to Antar. - She explained.

- Well, well, well…the boy is beginning to accept reasonable explanations without discussions! I can’t believe it! Am I really awake? - Maria grinned, pleasantly surprised and slapped several hands away from her arms, ready to pinch her to assure her it was really happening. - Don’t you dare touch me! -

- Liz is right, I’m sorry, I’m delaying you. - Michael got up slowly and padded to the bathroom.

- I’ll help you! - Maria hurried after him and closed the door.

- They’ll take hours…- Kyle sighed.

- I heard that! - Maria shouted from the bathroom. - Five minutes tops…better make it ten! -

- That means twenty, may as well get comfortable. - Kyle insisted. -

- I said ten, and it will be ten! Check your watches! - Maria screamed.

- Oh well…- Isabel sat on the bed and the others imitated her.

- What will it be today? - Max asked Serena.

- Unfortunately, we will have to cover the deals your father had to make with the governors and heads of the ruling families in the other planets, hoping to make it easier to you. - Serena frowned.

- You mean…Michael…- Max couldn’t finish the sentence.

Serena couldn’t say it either. She just nodded.

- Wasn’t there any other way to do it without making Michael suffer for it? - Isabel grimaced.

- I assure you, if there had been one, Ramthis would have found it. He may have been the warlord, but he was also acting as the current advisor, for lack of one, and he was very smart and very well informed. You can be sure of that. Remember he is Royal Blood and like Rath-Michael, he didn’t need to study to know what was best for them in any field. - Serena understood what Isabel felt.

- So my uncle Ramthis and our mother are trying to get us back? And they sent Courtney to get rid of Nasedo and convince Michael to return? - Isabel was piecing it all together.

Serena just nodded, worried about where it was leading to.

- Oh god, we did lose a golden opportunity by not believing Courtney, like Langley said, right? - Isabel was shaking her head with regret.

- It was no one’s fault, remember you were going through a very insecure period with Nicholas at your heels and the warning of the skins by the dying Nasedo. Michael had just confirmed Courtney was a skin. - Serena reminded them, though that didn’t get Maria completely off the hook.

- I know, we all doubted her, specially by the way she had been going after Michael. At least she came through, and didn’t spill out what Michael had trusted her with about the Granilith. - Isabel gave a little shudder at the thought that she could have given them in to Nicholas.

- She gave Michael absolute proof of who she was, the day she went to him with the excuse of showing him how the new husk had fit. Michael has kept that totally blocked out from all of you, not to get in trouble with Maria and not to worry you. Courtney had to…touch him to pass the information on to him. - The sound of the shower stopped and Serena went silent.

Serena’s eyes locked with all of them, one after the other, seeking confirmation of their silence in this matter. Some nodded, some blinked, but they all made it clear in their own way that they understood the importance of having Michael decide when and if he wanted to reveal this information. They trusted him to find the correct occasion.
The door opened and Maria found them all talking apparently about their plans after graduation, and she joined in while Michael wolfed down his breakfast.

- Ok, I’m ready. - Michael said after he brushed his teeth and gave Maria a good morning kiss.

- Ok you guys, we have to go. C’mon. - Serena led them down the tunnel to the small cave-like room and covered them with the protective bubble before she spoke.

She went to Michael and hugged him tight, her arms pulling him as close as she could.

Chapter 203


When Serena let go, her tears were running down her cheeks. She gave him a peck on the lips, as was the Antares custom for a mother, since he didn’t have one, and gave his arms a squeeze before letting go. Michael nodded and smirked as they turned to begin their time travel. Michael leant his back on the wall, where his body could remain propped up on his feet. They were comfronted by the moving and intense parting words shared by father and son as Ramthis sent Rath-Michael on his first “diplomatic” mission. Very much like Serena had just done, he held the boy at arms length, noticing how, although he was only fourteen years old, he was meeting his stare almost eye to eye. He felt solid and strong, and Ramthis had no doubts he was quite able to take what was coming to him like he did at the battlefield. Still he was his child, and he saw his mother’s face in his everyday, hating to have to put him through this, but the thought of O’Sheeah in his place turned his stomach almost as much. Rath-Michael’s sensitivity caught his thoughts.

- NO! Don’t even think about it! It’s not going to happen! - He exclaimed, watching his father gulp as he swallowed loudly and nod, entirely agreeing with his son.

- Rath-Michael…you have to…- The warlord hesitated.

- I know what I have to do, and I will not fail you or put you to shame, specially not our people. - Rath-Michael smirked and turned towards their invisible audience.

Even though he couldn’t see them, he sensed them as if he could. His eyes locked with his future self, and Michael’s essence left his body to join the younger version of himself. Liz felt what could have passed as a dizzy spell if she hadn’t known what was really happening, and her hand on Michael’s thigh felt the coldness of the now empty body standing beside her. She looked up and had to turn away, not being able to take the unblinking stare of Michael’s empty eyes. She noticed the rest also understood what Rath-Michael’s glancing their way had meant, and couldn’t help stealing a quick peep at Michael and turning back just as fast with a shudder.

- Hanar’s transport will arrive any minute now…-

Ramthis took his boy in his arms in a crushing hug and then pecked his lips as an Antar father should, when sending his son to an unpleasant fate, which thankfully, this time, was not death, but perhaps to the humans watching them, reluctant consensual rape, was worse than it.

Vilandra stood with her father and brother in the upper terrace, watching them wait for the transport. When it arrived a couple of minutes later, Vilandra and Zan could recognize the identification letters on the side of the craft.

- I can’t believe Hanar capable of this! - Vilandra said, disgusted. - He’s Larek’s father! I thought he was our ally and Larek is our friend! -

- It’s not him, it’s Iteran, the head of one of the most influential families in his planet. He has the technology for forging the best sword blades in the galaxy, we need that. That’s what the deal is about. It’s most important for both Ramthis and Rath-Michael, being in charge of the army. - Zeolan informed her.

As Rath-Michael reached the hatch of the transporter, he turned towards Vilandra, sensing her up there, behind him, and Zan too. He didn’t kiss her as he did when he left for a battle, though there wasn’t much of a difference here, he thought, instead he sent them one of his smirks, that said more than a thousand words to them. The second the hatch closed after him, it was Zan the one that ran inside the castle in absolute frustration, and Vilandra followed him right after. Zeolan sighed, thinking of Iteran’s usual cruel lop sided smile, that had always given him the creeps.

When Rath-Michael arrived at the huge mansion, only two steps from the transporter took him to the terrace in front of the house itself. He was shown in with a lot of bowing and ceremony, to the main bedroom, by what would be a butler, taking his role very seriously knowing how important the young boy was. His master’s sons and daughters were older and he felt nauseated at what he knew he would do to the Royal boy. He himself had prepared the room for the imminent encounter. When they reached the door, he knocked three times, then bowed to the boy, and retreated around the corner.
The man who showed Rath-Michael in, was wearing a dark blue silk robe tied at the waist with a silver chord. He remembered having seen him at the castle on several occasions. His weird smile was impossible to forget, as Rath-Michael had been the constant target for it everytime he visited and he was around. The boy couldn’t help shiver while he stood there, holding his ground as the man approached him. He reached out and caressed his cheek as Rath-Michael managed not to flinch. He just smirked back at him and let him guess what he meant by it, what he was thinking. Rath-Michael was wearing skin tight tan coloured pants with knee high dress boots and leather sleeveless shirt, both dark burgundy. He had chosen the colour because it reminded him of dried blood, like his pants would ironically be stained with on the way back home. The man circled him, checking him out appreciatively, no surprise, he knew him well and had been waiting and hoping for this day patiently. He took an elaborate looking flask from a table to his right and filled a goblet with a clear fragrant liquid. He opened a carved round box and picked a large white oval shaped pill from it offering both to the boy. He shook his head, refusing them, knowing he didn’t want aphrodisiacs, though he would really need them if he wanted the experience to be somewhat pleasant at least. The man insisted with one of his strange smiles, but Rath-Michael refused again, hating to admit he would need them, but remembering how the sour taste had always made him sick when Zan and Larek had smuggled them to their room to experiment. They had ended up jerking themselves off like crazy and giggling like idiots. The man shrugged and popped it into his mouth, making sure he would last as long as he wanted to. Then he popped another one, just in case and shoved the box in his pocket.

- Come. - He said, reaching his hand out to the boy to guide him to the bed.

Rath-Michael ignored his hand and walked to the bed. Still with his back to him, daring him to complain, he stood by the bed, knowing he was expected to stay still while the man undressed him, no powers allowed.
He felt the hot impatient hands circle his body as the man’s front pressed against his back, his erection was huge. He undid the shirt a little nervously and tossed it away, going for his pants. He dropped to his knees behind the young body and started unfastening first, what looked like several strips of Velcro all the way down the outside of the high boots. He flexed Rath-Michael’s leg back, and one after the other, sent them to join the shirt. Then his hands slid up the inside of the boy’s legs, as he stood with his feet apart to give him the access he wanted. They climbed up his thighs and slid over his ass to reach for the waist of his close fitting pants. Once there, he peeled them down, as Rath-Michael felt his hot breath before his moist lips pressed on his butt and moved from one side to the other, then down the back of his thighs, and up again all the way to his shoulders. He pushed him down on the bed, so the boy assumed the expected position on his chest and knees. His face was received by a very soft pillow, which would be his only friend to hold on to during the ordeal. He felt the man’s hot hands spreading him and thought “At least he goes straight to the point, I hope it ends quickly.” He realized he had been wrong when he felt his finger pushing into him and then retreating, as something slid deep into him. Damn him! He had shoved the aphrodisiac pill up his ass! Shit! He heard the man giggle and remembered Zan and Larek doing the same, suspecting he wouldn’t be so lucky to have him jerking himself off over him. Rath-Michael felt the man’s hot breath again against his ass as his disgusting hands spread him and his wet tongue slobbered and slipped into him. It was amazingly long and he could hardly believe the way he could move it. He was getting very excited and he knew the drug had a lot to do with it. He was feeling extra sensitive, no wonder the tongue seemed so long and moved in such a crazy way. But that didn’t last long and when it was out, what replaced it felt monstrously huge, the brutal invasion had him gasping with such unspeakable amount of pain, that he could hardly breathe. He buried his face in the pillow, stunned to find out that the drug was not working the way it should, but whatever he felt was enhanced ten times, in this case not better but rather worse, than it really was. He felt the man was literally ripping him in two, tearing him to pieces, he felt enormous and hard as steel, he was running him through with one of the famous blades he would provide them with, and he was using him to give him a taste of what he was capable of creating. He kept plunging into him so viciously, that he couldn’t last longer, not even with the drug, the stimulation he was getting from the incredibly clenching passage had him exploding for almost as long as he had thought he would be able to hold back. “The boy was awesome! Oh, yes, the blood!” He remembered his main purpose. He had to wrench it out, the boy was so tight! Of course he was bleeding, he had made sure he would, so he passed his fingers high up between the velvety inside of the thighs and they came back red and dripping. He shoved them all into his mouth and confirmed Royal Blood had a sweet taste. He got the white piece of fabric he had placed under the silk sheets for that purpose and wiped his fingers on it before pushing it where they had just been, bringing it soaked with Royal Blood. It had been a very successful event. He was sure he had been milked of whatever he normally produced for a week, he was completely satisfied sexually, he had seen, felt and tasted the Royal Blood as was expected, so he signed the document and went to get the boy ready. He rolled another piece of fabric and forcibly packed it into him, to stanch the bleeding until he got back to his healer, using powers to dress him. He opened the door and hollered for his servant, who tried to lift the half conscious boy off the bed, and had to get help to achieve it. They brought a stretcher and slid the moaning boy over, to get him on the cot of the transporter and sent him back home with the document in a sealed envelope pinned to the back of the boy’s shirt.
Rath-Michael arrived twenty minutes later, still half conscious, burning with fever and bleeding severely. Geeham received him and took him to his bedroom where Vilandra went nuts with fright and screamed for her brother to heal him. Zan was dismayed by the damage he found inside his cousin, and spent the night nursing him and consoling his sister who couldn’t stop crying. Ramthis didn’t dare go to his son until next day, when he was sure he would find him healed and restored. Vilandra and Zan were shocked to see how affected Ramthis was, so close to tears when he came very early to check how Rath-Michael was doing, and found him in both his cousins’ arms, sore and moaning in his sleep. He could take his wounds in battle but this was too much for him. He looked just like he had when he had sent Rath-Michael back with Geehan after the last battle and came to see him when he came back with his army. No wonder he hadn’t come with him. I was clear rape was something the warlord couldn’t stomach specially when it came to his son.
Later that day he came back, and Zan and Vilandra left them alone to give them some privacy. Ramthis actually wished they hadn’t, he felt very uncomfortable. He just sat there and didn’t know what to say.

- He drugged me. - Rath-Michael said, succeeding in eliciting some reaction from his father.

- What? Why did you accept it? - He exploded.

- I didn’t! - Rath-Michael was indignant. - He shoved it up…back there, you know. -

His father looked shocked enough to make it any worse than he already was. The disbelief and the fury in Ramthis’ face reminded Rath-Michael how he had had Urliss and his sons hanged for what they did to him and was afraid he might make things worse in the galaxy if he reacted how he looked right now. He was struggling to form words but got nowhere.

- We need the blades…- Rath-Michael tried to make his father see reason.

- He should be hanged! - Ramthis finally spat.

- I agree, he’s a beast, I pity his wife, but…- Rath-Michael shrugged.

- We need the blades! - His father finished for him revolted to think how the bastard was probably framing the Royal Blood soaked fabric to hang where all his visitors could see it. - I hate this! -

- Really? What about me? - Rath-Michael scoffed, hating to feel helpless.

Ramthis stood up and almost ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Rath-Michael knew exactly how he felt : He was the powerful warlord of Antar and he had lost his wife and son without being able to do anything, and now he had to allow his other son to be raped for the sake of diplomacy! Just like him, he hated feeling helpless.

But life in Antar went on, the battles, the deals, and Rath-Michael took fighting as a normal part of his life, wounds and all, and the deals would have to follow the same road. He was very apprehensive when he was sent in another such mission. His father had specifically insisted no drugs were allowed as the boy reacted badly to them. Knowing the boy’s fame in the battlefield, they wrongly presumed the kid might go wild and dangerous, so drugs were out of the question. Ramthis had had a private conversation with Iteran, itching to wring his neck, and made it clear to him that if they ever had to close another deal with him and he used drugs on his son, he would take it as a personal offense. Iteran knew Ramthis wasn’t someone to have as an enemy, and apologized and promised that whatever had happened that night would stay between him and the boy. He assured him the drug hadn't been what he expected but accepted the blame.
The second experience was different. The man had an unbelievable endurance. He kept going and going, and Rath-Michael felt he was coming like a girl, the man finally joined him on his fifth! They had been going at it for more than an hour. The man was clearly drugged, and left Rath-Michael sore and exhausted. He got his blood when his ritual scar bled as was expected, but not through purposedly induced damage like it had the other time. The man was very pleased with the boy and was sorry to have to send him back for the bleeding to be stopped by Zan without having to cope with any extra damage except chafed tissue from the lengthy sexual encounter. Vilandra had no complaints as he was able to make an extra effort that had them sleeping until the next day.

Just wanted to let you know, I am still reading this. It gets hard to read sometimes though. I was wondering when you were going to bring Courtney in. God, I hated that bimbo on the show! The disgusting way she came onto Michael, the way she treated Maria, and how Michael used her to hurt Maria! If it were me, I wouldn't have taken him back, luckily I'm not Maria! I never gave any thought to her claims of Rath uniting Antar, since he was the leader of the armies. Michael was all action and strategy, leaders need not only just strategy, but diplomacy and willingness to step up and try to resolve problems through diplomatic channels, which Michael lacked.

In this story, he was the real king of Antar, so her psychotic ramblings make more sense here! I just hate that she is given importance! Why would Maria be in touble for ignoring her? Michael didn't have to listen to her, and Courtney gave them no reason to trust her. The thought of Michael touching her though, makes me retch, and it will probably make Maria justifiably angry at him! It was bad enough that he kissed that bimbo on the show! I totally agreed with Alex punching him! He deserved it after treating Maria so poorly! Anyway, I am still enjoying this story, but I am wondering how long its going to be. I mean, we're up to 204 chapters here!

Grace

An even 300 sounds good to me!!! Wouldn't mind if it was longer though

Chapter 205


Serena guided them though a strobe-like set of images showing the battles, the constant victories and the sundry wounds Rath-Michael sustained that Zan healed. Then came the shocking “deals”, and just as she had said, most of them were cruel and he returned hurt not only physically but also psychologically, his noble nature and sensitivity shaken by the depraved beings he was forced to allow into his body. Serena had shown them one of the worst, Iteran, who had enjoyed the boy so much that he insisted on updating the deal every six months. The next worse was that man’s brother in law, Velnas, who made their army’s shields, almost as important as the swords, and when they could, they closed the deals together, taking turns on Rath-Michael, so that the one waiting his turn, tortured him to make the active one’s experience more intense. They couldn’t afford to lose either of them, so they had to accept whatever they demanded. Very few were pleasant, because the fact that they lusted after him didn’t make them mean or sadistic like most of them.
One of them was the second one he went to, Samtor, who had the largest fabric industry in the whole galaxy and clothed everyone. He took a drug which came in the form of drops he applied under his tongue, enhancing his performance and endurance, but was considerate and even quite loving and caring to the boy. He frequently required the services of the tailor who did Rath-Michael’s measuring for his armour, and the sneaky little man had gossiped about his spying on the boys that day. It had really turned Samtor on, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on the Royal boy, so the dealing had given him the opportunity. Everytime he developed a new material, or even a new colour for each of his fabrics, he demanded a new deal, and Rath-Michael actually enjoyed his time with him. On their second time together, he prolongued the foreplay as long as he could, as Rath-Michael lay under him, writhing and moaning in pleasure with all the amazing things the man was doing to him with his mouth and his hands, his unstopping
tongue and fingers had him almost coming while they talked and got to know each other. Samtor was shocked to know what the other dealers did to him, the lashings, spankings, the weird things they shoved into him, the savage act itself. Samtor wanted to give him pleasure, not torture. Some pain was ok as long as the boy consented and desired, but not forced, it wasn’t his thing. They discussed Rath-Michael’s unusual reaction to Iteran’s drug that first time, and Samtor told him chemicals were unreliable, they did their job most of the time, but on very rare occasions, they went wrong, like with him. Rath-Michael asked him about what he took, and Samtor told him he liked to play it safe, and it was made of all natural herbs, either it worked or it didn’t, with no in-betweens or nasty surprises. Rath-Michael told him he wanted to try it, but if it was bitter or foul tasting, he wouldn’t be able to keep it down. Samtor grinned and reminded him Iteran had solved that problem the way he forced his drug into him. The idea was to make Rath-Michael last too, as it was his orgasm that activated the bleeding of the ritual scars. Samtor wanted to keep him longer and Rath-Michael had no problems with that. So Samtor applied a drop on the tip of his cock and slid it in. This time it went right. Rath-Michael felt nothing out of the normal, but the coming feeling kept going for such a long time without actually getting there, that it was awesome! And when he finally came, it also lasted so long that Rath-Michael didn’t feel like moving, he was so relaxed! Samtor had to beg him to go to have the bleeding taken care of, or he wouldn’t demand a deal again if it endangered him. So Rath-Michael reluctantly dragged himself to the transport. Zan had no longer stopped his bleeding, when he fell asleep and woke up twelve hours later. When Vilandra and Zan questioned him, he couldn’t lie to them. He told them how Samtor had used the drug and the amazing effects, but he honestly didn’t know what it was. All he knew is that it was purely herbs. He made them swear to keep the secret because of the fact that no drugs were permitted during the deals after the original fiasco. Being herbs, the obvious choice for their private inquiry, was the Andes people, but they said they had nothing to do with it directly. There were of course, some derelicts who had wandered to other areas of the galaxy and made their living doing these herbal drugs, but they had had no contact whatsoever with them after they left their homes. So it was a useless search. And Samtor was absolutely reluctant to give any information about it, so Rath-Michael could only get it with him. There were only two other dealers who made it worth it too, Illimar, who invented the gadget rendering their crafts silent, and Kaori, the last one jet black as Geehan, and a master when it came to the preservation of the galaxy’s waterlife. He bred different species of edible fish and eels. The black man was unpredictable, and did the weirdest things. One day after being at it for a while, and when Rath-Michael was ready to come, he pulled out and said he had a surprise for him. He blindfolded him to make sure he wouldn’t cheat and then Rath-Michael wondered what the hell had happened to his cock. It went wild when he shoved it back in and sent an electric jolt that had Rath-Michael going out of his mind for easily a full minute. He could hear Kaori laughing his head off somewhere to his left and couldn’t understand who the hell was fucking him! Then the “cock” was rudely yanked out of him and what he recognized as Kaori’s was thrust into him, and started coming immediately. Rath-Michael recognized him because of the burning typical of his race’s sperm. When Rath-Michael was finally able to talk, and asked him what he had done to him, Kaori still laughing between gasps, pointed to a “very special” electric eel in one of his aquariums as he had to sit down, choking with laughter. Rath-Michael shook his head and winced, but couldn’t help laughing with him. And Illimar…he simply worshipped Rath-Michael’s body. He usually kept him for hours, just giving him a special massage that he had learnt from a female of a distant planet he hadn’t been to in years. The first time he went to him, the man undressed him and asked him to lie down however he wanted to. Rath-Michael stretched out on his belly where he was most comfortable. The man who was a psychologist at heart, and not even the smallest detail escaped him, knew immediately what the boy liked. His searching fingers travelled all over the gorgeous body’s back, discovering every sensitive spot. He could put Rath-Michael to sleep after a few minutes and his unique voice would guide him into a dreamland of exotic places with strange looking beings that Illimar had seen during his vast travels. He would spend hours watching him sleep, his body responding to all his stimuli, having orgasm after orgasm in the induced wet dreams in which Illimar was his lover and fucked him over and over. No bleeding ensued, as no one was really doing it to him, and the man loved to watch him come, writhing and squirming, twisting left and right, gasping, hissing, moaning in his pleasure, knowing he was giving it to him, and laughing at having outwitted the ritual. That way, he explored every possibility, what he liked best, what got what response from him, so that when he woke up, and they really did it the only time allowed, he would do just what he craved for. From the very first day, he got him right where he wanted him, all he had to do was put him to sleep and select what made him tick in the hypnotic trance. He programmed him to wake up the instant his tongue started eating him out. Rath-Michael opened his eyes to the most erotic feeling as Illimar’s slick tongue was pushing into him, his fingers digging into his buttocks spreading him and kneading him at the same time. Then he pushed both his thumbs into him, pumping shortly in and out, just enough to make his sphincter muscles spasm with the stimulus, so that when he pulled them out and started the head of his cock into him, Rath-Michael was dying to receive him. He slid in slowly, as the boy purred with the combined pleasure of the smooth penetration and his fingernails just as slowly, travelling up the delicate inside of his thighs. By then, Illimar knew exactly what to do and how to do it to make the boy go wild, because they had already done it in his dreams, and the orgasm, when it came, was just as explosive. He let him come first, knowing he would be right there with him again when he came. Illimar was shocked by the bleeding, though he knew it had to happen, and sent the boy back immediately to be healed.

Vilandra and Zan started getting very jealous of the three men who drove Rath-Michael wild, so he became very discreet as to the meetings and not so open and sharing as he had been at the beginning. Vilandra didn’t mind that much, as she felt she had no competition, being men, but Zan started turning his sexual encounters with Rath-Michael extremely sadistic, much worse than at the beginning, he also became very demanding and disagreed with everything the younger and smarter boy said or suggested. He was the nice Zan when Rath-Michael came back hurting from the sadists, but when it was the other three, he was totally irrational. So their conflicts were really due to Zan’s jealousy. Things got worse when Zeolan, trying to smooth things out, decided getting Zan married could be a solution of sorts. So, since the arrangement had been made when they were born, Zeolan made his move and got Ava. Of course, no one could have known the confusion Ava had with Rath-Michael, and instead of solving the problem, created a new one. So Rath-Michael and Zan’s relationship became a love-hate sado-masochistic issue, where breaking up and making up happened every hour, but with Vilandra, everything was rather smooth, as she could see Ava drooling after Rath-Michael but he couldn’t care less. It was really the problems between the king and his warrior, add Ava’s dealings with Khivar to get into Rath-Michael’s pants and mind warp Vilandra into Khivar’s arms, and you will see what brought the downfall. Zan had no reason to be jealous, he also had his frequent visits to the brothel trying to boost up his manhood, and Rath-Michael thought nothing of them, Zan knew how sensible and intuitive Rath-Michael was as his advisor, but he paid no heed to him because he was blinded with jealousy.
Samtor, Illimar and Kaori, being older and experienced, realized what was going on, and offered to cancel their deals, interacting directly with Zan through paperwork using messengers. Their meetings with the boy were secretly arranged not to raise Zan’s suspicion, who had suddenly turned on his sister because Vilandra was having no problems with Rath-Michael. She retaliated telling him to keep his bitch of a wife on a leash because she was sick to see her drooling over her man, and on the day of their betrothal Zan almost slapped Ava’s head off her shoulders because he caught her looking at Rath-Michael in a way he didn’t like. She made it even worse by ducking and running to hide behind Rath-Michael, who grabbed Zan’s raised hand when he came after her, and with Gandarium flashing eyes, told him to behave because he was making a fool of himself. Zeolan came and grabbed Zan’s other hand and took him away to where his mother was standing, almost in tears. Zan was humiliated and seething, hating everyone at that moment when his parents forced him to leave the room. Vilandra guessed what had happened and felt truly sorry for Ava, taking her aside and calming her down. Ramthis stood by his son, trying to make some sense of the whole mess. Zan was sulking in a small rarely used room where ironically, Vilandra would hang herself. His parents had forbidden him to go near Ava until she was willing to see him. Rath-Michael went to him and let Zan take it out on him, allowing him to tie him to the bed and fuck him until he couldn’t get it up anymore. Then Zan was crying and telling him he was sorry and admitting he had been totally out of control. He untied Rath-Michael and made love to him easing the pain he had caused. He said he wanted to apologize to Ava and they went back to their rooms. Things got better for a while, but Ava never forgave Zan and turned to Khivar. Zeolan died in his sleep of a massive stroke just a few days after Rath-Michael and Vilandra’s betrothal, and Zan blamed himself. Ava was acting the perfect wife to keep suspicion away from her, and tried to console her husband, but it was in Rath-Michael’s body where Zan found peace and spent the night in the small room with him, while Vilandra took care of their grieving mother. That very night, while Zan was with Rath-Michael, Ava met Nicholas and her scheming with Khivar started. What she would never have guessed was that when the Royal three were dead, Khivar planted a fake Ava with the bodies and kept her with him. The clone called Tess, sent to earth, was integrated with the real one when she arrived in Roswell, with the mission of getting them back to save her parents who had been thrown in a dungeon by Khivar for insurance. She was to get Zan’s son to be the bait that would bring Wyteeah out of hiding, and then use her to get Ramthis, but of course, she never knew that. She was given a different version, or she would have never accepted that part of the deal. The former queen had always been nice to her.
When Samtor, Illimar and Kaori saw how Rath-Michael had been tortured and murdered, they simply disappeared. There were rumours that Illimar had taken the other two and fled the galaxy. Quite possible…he had the technology.

Sorry! I have two chapters 203, the second should be 204.

Thanks for the feedback : Chelbert8

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Chapter 206


They were back and this time, they took their time to make sure Michael was also back with them before touching him. Still he seemed solid enough so it was Liz who made sure they wouldn’t hurt him, reaching out and stopping Maria as she rushed to him. Maria seemed to get the picture as she turned to her best friend.

- Liz, is he…- Maria wasn’t sure how to put it.

- Wait, he’s getting there, but he’s…- Liz frowned.

- What? What’s wrong with him? - Maria was very worried.

- He’s exhausted! Oh god! He’s so…-

Liz wasn’t able to finish because at that very moment Michael’s parted lips let out this hair raising groan, as he winced and fell on his knees. But they didn’t hold him up and he kept going in an exasperating slow motion until his chest hit the floor, his hands stopping his face, and he grunted.

- He’s ok now. - Liz confirmed.

- Obviously solid from what I’ve just heard, right?...I don’t know, if he’s been through all we’ve seen…Jesus! I’d be on a respirator! - Kyle said as they watched Maria kneel beside him and wrap her arms around him in a useless effort to get him up. Max and Isabel rushed to help her and managed to get him back on his knees. Maria moved in front of him, also on her knees and hugged him tight to her. Michael’s breath was coming in gasps, Serena, Laurie and Kyle watched helplessly, as Kyle’s words started sinking into each and everyone of them. Stuart was on his way to the group on the floor, and hugged Michael from behind as Max and Isabel struggled at his sides. Finally, between the four of them, they got him on his feet, not daring to let go, he was so weak! His face was in Maria’s hair and she couldn’t help sobbing when he whispered her name into it.

- I’m here, Spaceboy, I’m here, baby. - She whispered back as she heard him sigh.

- He needs to lie down and rest to get his strength back. - Stuart was always the professional in these situations, keeping his feelings in check.

- Can you walk, Michael? - Isabel’s voice was so stressed.

- I don’t know, I don’t feel so good…- He was whispering huskily.

- Wait! Kyle, Laurie, give me a hand. - Serena disappeared around the room with Kyle and Laurie at her heels and brought one of the matts each.

They placed them one on top of the other in front of Michael, and Maria stepped away so Max, Isabel and Stuart eased him down on them.

- We can use the top matt as a stretcher between the eight of us to take him to the bed in the room. It’s near enough, I think we can make it. We have three sources of extra alien power here to boost it up. - Serena suggested.

- Yes, let’s do it, he’s in no condition to make the least effort. - Stuart observed.

With a lot of human huffing and puffing and a some alien power, they got him into the room and in bed, sliding the matt from under him. Michael’s eyes were still closed but his breathing was stabilizing. They expected him to do his usual snuggling, but he just lay still. Stuart’s hand lay on Michael’s back over his heart, monitoring whatever progress he was making.

- You stay here, I’ll get you guys some food. - Serena said as they were settling on the bed around Michael.

- No, wait, I’ll ask Sylvia to bring us something over. She knows the room so she’ll find her way easily. -

- Ok, good idea. I’m glad I didn’t wave it off! - Serena smiled.

- What do you mean? - Asked Kyle, as Laurie talked on the phone by the door.

- Well, I created the room and bathroom for Max and Michael the night before last.

- Hey, right! What was here before? - Kyle wondered.

- Just a large enough space between the trees. - Serena nodded.

- And the tunnel? - He insisted.

- What tunnel? - Serena chuckled and Kyle rushed out of the room.

- Shit! It’s just two lines of trees! It was an illusion, of course! - He ran his hand through his hair, smiling.

- In case you don’t remember, we started lying on the matts and gravitated towards the tunnel in our trancelike state. Once we found the link, we didn’t need the matts anymore. That’s why we went directly to the tunnel yesterday and today. - Serena reminded them.

- Hey, you’re right! We have definitely been in a trancelike state all this time and…have we come out yet? - Maria had found her voice now that she saw Michael was resting and seemed alright.

- Yes we have. The room should have been gone by now, but we…Michael needs it, so it’ll stay until we can get him to his bed. It’s time for questions. -
She waited for them to start asking them.

- Where is Uncle Derek? - Laurie went first.

- He had been putting off a five day meeting in Houston and when I told him what we had to do, he decided to go for it once and for all. He won’t be arriving until the day after tomorrow. I meant questions on these last three days. - Serena said jokingly as Laurie blushed and apologized.

- Why wasn’t Vilandra’s brand ever mentioned when it happened? - Isabel asked.

- Because she didn’t know what it was and what it meant. She just thought she had been a little rough and it healed so no problems there. If it bled with Zan when she still wasn’t very comfortable with their interaction, he could stop it, because he was his healer, and until he knew what it really was, he thought he had done it, since he was always rough with Rath-Michael at that time. -

- Why didn’t it bleed with Geehan, if they kept doing it quite often? - Isabel again.

- Because she was ok with Rath-Michael’s relationship with Geehan, she was very grateful to him, and so was Zan, so their brands didn’t bleed since they accepted him. -

- On his way to his first battle, Rath-Michael asked his father how it felt killing someone, but he had already killed the two elite guards in the Hanar situation, it doesn’t make sense…- Kyle asked.

- Oh it does! He meant in battle. The other two had been acting as Zan’s bodyguard in a totally different situation. They didn’t count to him. -

- Sometime ago, you described to us the gross encounter after that third battle with those bastard brothers but it was kind of different…- Liz of course, to the last detail.

- I had a faint memory of it, so I just gave you the general idea, but I assure you what you saw was the exact thing. -

- When Michael joined his original self for that first battle, he physically disappeared. Yet the next times, he was there but mentally he wasn’t. Can you explain that? - Maria asked, but before Serena could answer, Liz did.

- He was there with him mentally since the first time we saw them. Don’t you remember he said exactly what was going on with Zan as kids and we thought he was just arguing with Isabel? He was already there making Isabel interact with him as Vilandra…-

- I wasn’t arguing with him! - Isabel exclaimed, interrupting.

- Yes you were, but it was Vilandra speaking through you, brought on by Rath-Michael. Of course you don’t remember. Vilandra had taken you over for those few seconds. - Serena nodded for Liz to continue.

- It was Michael, not Rath-Michael, who reached out for his body, to make the experience of the first battle more intense. He knew where we were so he looked straight at us. Rath-Michael had no way of knowing we were here watching them, cause when those things happened, we didn’t exist yet. It has been Michael the one who has been projecting himself into Antar to relive Rath-Michael’s experiences all the time, not the other way round. -

- Then why didn’t he take his body before or after? - Laurie asked.

- At first, because he didn’t think about it, and when he did, it was just an experiment, to see if he could do it. He didn’t do it again, because the physical return turned out extremely painful, and he didn’t want to scare us again either. - In Michael’s case, Liz’s empathy was more adequate to tell them what he felt.

- How is he now? - Max asked in a shaky voice.

- There isn’t a millimeter of his body that isn’t hurting. He has lived a strange and traumatic lifetime in chronologically, less than two days. I don’t think anyone else could have done it. His whole body is protesting, I hate to say this, but…Stuart, he needs your help, to regenerate his human side, the physical part of him. - Liz frowned, knowing what she was asking him to do.

- I’m afraid I have to agree. I should have him in and i.v. drip right away. Can’t Max do anything easier on him? - Stuart asked, reluctant.

- There’s nothing to heal, it’s the strain his body has been put through, that’s all. - She sighed dramatically and Stuart had to agree.

Alien relief wasn’t possible in this case, it had to be of human source. He reached out his hand for Isabel’s.

- Come with me. - They left together so Stuart could bring what was needed from the hospital.

They heard him talking to someone but had no time to get alarmed, as Sylvia entered the room with a large tray, and Javi came right after her with a still larger and heavier one. Kyle received it and thanked him, and Javi turned and left immediately. He was very shy preferred to keep to himself. Laurie received the other tray from Sylvia as she looked at Michael and then at Laurie. When Laurie didn’t respond, she politely said goodnight and left. That’s what Laurie liked about her : she got her silent messages loud and clear.
They ate what they could and Michael just managed mashed potatoes and custard, which Maria spooned into his mouth. Isabel could heat up her food and Stuart’s when they got back.
Stuart probably used his cell phone to have everything ready and waiting for him, cause they were back just when they were finishing their meal.

He went immediately to Michael and Max waved his clothes away.

- Michael, I’m sorry, I have to get a needle into you for a drip. You need it, trust me. You will get better sooner this way. - Stuart spoke gently, as if to a child.

- I’m awake, man, just do it. I couldn’t move even if you butchered me. - Michael’s voice was as soft as Stuart’s.

- Ok then, just keep still…- He was about to call Liz to assist him when he felt her just a step away.

She took the rubber tubing from his hand and tied it around Michael’s thigh tight, then held it down and felt his steel muscles react when Stuart jabbed him. She looked up at his face and watched him wince a couple of seconds before she turned away. Stuart’s forehead was beaded with sweat, hating to hurt the boy, as he searched around for a blood vessel which would hold the needle. Michael whimpered and Maria and Isabel flew to him and dropped on their knees, taking his hands. Serena and Laurie slumped beside the two other girls and clung to his arms. Kyle and Max just stood frowning opposite Stuart and Liz, and also kneeling, clung to his other leg. Michael gasped and jerked, and the back of the needle finally started dripping blood, to everyone’s relief. Stuart attached the drip and taped the needle safely to Michael’s thigh, wondering why the more up to date technology simply failed to work with Michael. He sighed and the four hands on Michael’s other leg caught his eye. Max was surreptitiously sliding one on his hand to his ass, as the other remained on his upper thigh, and Kyle had one on his lower thigh and the other on his calf. Their touch definitely soothed him, as Laurie and Serena turned to his shoulders, while Isabel and Maria stayed on his hands. Liz had hers on his thigh, one above and the other under the needle, gently kneading the velvety golden skin.

- Stuart, his back needs some attention…- Liz whispered and he stepped over her and placed both his hands where she had indicated.

He took care of the lower part of his back as Serena and Laurie took care of the upper one. Maria and Isabel used their free hands over his arms while he clung to their hands as if his life depended on it. Very slowly, his muscles started relaxing and his hands did so too, he took a deep breath and let it go as he fell asleep.