Roswell Fanatics

Title: Ménage Take Two
Author: Lindsay
Category: AU Michael/Maria/Nick
Rating: ADULT
Disclaimer: The characters of Michael and Maria belong to The WB, Melinda Metz, and UPN. However, Nick Gannon is all mine.
Summary: A fantasy becomes reality...
Author's Note: If you haven't read my fics Not So Little or Good Things Come to Those Who Wait, then you're going to be in the dark about who Nick Gannon is. So to simplify, I'm going to state that he is an original character of mine. This story has nothing to do with NSL or GTC, in fact it's a complete AU stand-alone fic, all for fun. This is also loosely connected to Ménage.. This is the last of the Ménage series, unless someone else sends me a request, I guess. The Nickster is being spread pretty thin these days, so i dunno...


<center>*Dedicated to Holli aKa RoswellChic4Ever who wanted to see some Candy/Nick action. Love you sweetie, and hope you enjoy! </center>



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Maria sighed heavily as her hand supported her head, her foot swinging in boredom as she glanced around the empty café.

“I would end up working the graveyard shift,” she mumbled, feeling irate as she waited for someone, anyone to walk through those double doors. It didn’t even occur to her to wonder why she was working so late, that the Crashdown was never open past ten o’clock.

She inwardly cursed Liz, who had left hours earlier for a date with Max. “Get laid for me, chica,” she mumbled, leaning back and stretching out her legs. “God knows I won’t be getting any tonight.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” a voice purred over her shoulder, and she gasped, turning to see Michael grinning at her.

“What… how did you…” her eyes narrowed as she realized he was dressed in a sexy pair of chino’s and a sweater that hugged every hard ridge of his chest. His hair was also longer and tousled, just the way she’d always wished he would wear it. “This doesn’t make any sense…” she started in confusion.

Michael rolled his eyes, taking a step forward. “You’re dreaming, Blondie. This,” he gestured towards his body and then his hair with a grimace, “is all your imagination. You think I’d actually wear something like this?”

She frowned. “I’m dreaming? That would explain a few things,” she murmured. Then her eyes narrowed. “So I have complete control over what happens?”

“Something like that,” he answered boredly.

Her lips stretched and she closed her eyes, thinking hard. When she reopened them, she saw Michael still standing there, only this time he was wearing a clown suit and a holding rubber duckie.

“Oh, honey… that orange wig really suits you,” she laughed, delighting in the way he glared at her.

“Not funny, Mar. Fix it.”

“Hey, this is my dream, isn’t it?” she purred, then closed her eyes again. When she reopened them, her heart thudded in her chest.

He stood there naked, his body slick and oiled as the dim light shined on him. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and he gazed at her with evident hunger.

Oh, yeah… this was the stuff dreams were made of.

“Much better,” she murmured, standing to walk over to him. “Well, Mikey… it seems you’ve been working out.” She teased him with a single stroke across his chest, tracing the line of his hip as she relished the low groan that escaped him.

“You’re such a smartass, Mar,” he grumbled, although he didn’t appear to mind as she moved her hand lower and clasped around his thick erection. “Oh yeah, baby…”

“Someone’s happy to see me,” she stated the obvious. “Hmm… what to do now?” she tapped a finger teasingly against the rigid head.

“I have a few ideas,” he grunted, arching himself into her hand. “Dammit Maria, now you’re just being a control freak.”

“Shut up, this is my dream,” she grinned, jerking on him lightly. “Don’t make me get rough with you, Michael.”

“Oh jeez,” he muttered, but he didn’t appear to truly mind as she lowered herself to her knees, nuzzling the side of his warm cock with her cheek. “Oh, shit… take it in your mouth, babe,” he whispered.

And so she did.

“Oh, fuck!” Michael’s hands came down to caress her shoulders, brushing back the golden strands that fell across her forehead as she licked the very tip of his dick. “God, your mouth is sooo hot.”

She felt utterly wanton sucking him off right there in the middle of the Crash, and told him so. She felt his chuckle and slid her mouth further down his cock, tonguing the sensitive skin underneath.

“You’re the most blunt female…” he shook his head, his abdomen contracting as she used her mouth to create a deeper suction. “Always have been, always will be.”

She pulled back, glancing up at him from sultry green eyes. Her lips curved and she licked them, watching as his gaze grew darker. “You love it. Always have, always will.”

“Damn right,” he growled, yanking her up and into his arms as their lips met in a heated kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tunneling through the silky hair as her clothes melted away from her body.

He ran his hands down her back, reaching for her hips and drawing her closer so that the tip of his erection brushed against her core. She pulled back and moaned, her head resting on his shoulder as he walked them towards the counter.

The sound of another voice had them both freezing.

“Got room for one more?”

They both turned around and saw Nick standing there, a mischievious grin on his handsome face. Maria’s eyes swept over his bare chest, the obvious tent in his running shorts.

“God, Gannon… get your own dream world,” Michael growled, pulling Maria against him. “Get lost.”

Nick merely raised a brow, glancing at Maria with knowing eyes. “I’m only here because she wants me to be.”

Maria flushed as Michael frowned and turned to glance at her. “Maria!” he hissed, looking irritated as Nick’s shorts disappeared.

“What?” she cried out defensively. “He’s hot! Give me a break.”

“Yeah, give her a break,” Nick grinned lasciviously. He took a step forward, golden muscles shifting and bunching with every movement. “She can’t help that I’m gorgeous.”

“Oh… fuck off,” Michael rolled his eyes. “This is so typical, Maria. Why did you have to dream about him?”

“Well, now that he’s here…” she left the statement open-ended and hopeful, watching as indecision crossed Micahel’s features.

Finally he sighed. “Fine, whatever.” He turned to glare at Nick. “But you keep your dick where I can see it, Gannon. I don’t want any anal surprises, okay?”

Nick snorted. “You think way too much of yourself, Parker.”

“Um hello… this is my dream, once again, so can we get to the part where you both start servicing me, please?” Maria tapped her foot restlessly.

“She’s so demanding,” Michael grinned. “Okay, darling, you asked for it.”

Minutes later, she lay spread across the counter-top, one male head buried between her thighs and a thick cock in her mouth. She groaned around Nick’s dick as Michael bit down lightly against her clit, then drove his tongue deep inside her.

“Oh, yeah… just like that baby doll,” Nick gasped, cradling her head as he pumped gently inside her mouth. “Shit, Mike, she’s a natural.”

“She tastes fucking good,” is all Michael said, returning to the feast before him as Maria writhed and moaned.

“I… I need moore,” she cried out, her thighs clenching around her boyfriend’s head. “Michael… please…”

“Okay, baby,” he promised, standing up and wiping his mouth. He walked around Nick, who was still groaning and thrusting himself wildly into Maria’s mouth. “Outta my way, Gannon.”

“What… huh?’ Nick questioned, sweating as Maria swallowed him deeper. “Oh, hell! Not now, Michael.”

“Just let me move her… there, that’s it,” he purred as Maria eagerly shifted onto her stomach, not releasing Nick from her lips. Michael ran his hand down her ass, and gave it a light tap. “You’re such a bad girl,” he tsked, stroking the pinkening flesh. “Why didn’t you tell Daddy you had such naughty thoughts?”

“Oh my God!” Maria gasped as he licked a trail from her neck to the dip in her spine just above her buttocks. “Um… Michael…”

“She should definitely be punished,” Nick grinned through gritted teeth as he drove in again. “Oh yeah, I’m so close, Maria…”

“Don’t tell me how to handle my little pixie,” Michael replied, but there was no resentment in his tone, simply heat. And desire. “Tell me, baby… do you need a good spanking?”

“I need you to fuck me!” she ground out, arching back so that her ass brushed against Michael’s straining cock. “Sink it inside me, Michael. Please.”

“It’s your dream,” he chuckled, and with a grunt he impaled his thick length inside her, groaning as her walls immediately began clenching around him. “Shit woman, you should have told me!”

“Oh my god,” Maria groaned in climax, rubbing herself against the soothing hardness inside her. “Oh, Michael… Michael…”

“I’m coming, too!” Nick announced, his body jerking as he filled Maria’s mouth with salty climax. “Oh, drink me Maria… ahh…”

“I’m not being left out of this party,” Michael growled, and began thrusting himself inside her, one hand splayed across her back for support. His breath kicked up as Maria groaned and wriggled beneath him.

“More, more, mooore…” she begged shamelessly, placing kisses on Nick’s flesh as Michael continued to fuck her. “Ohmygod, I think I’m… again…!”

“With me,” Micahel swore in a whisper, and reached around to run his thumb across her clit. She screamed out and jerked as she began to contract around him yet again.

This time Michael followed, groaning long and harsh as he drove himself to the hilt and held himself there, pumping his hips in small pulses as he emptied. “Fuck! It’s so good,” he shook his head, sweat flinging into the air.

They all collapsed in satiation as Michael and Nick trailed kisses along her body. She purred softly, stretching like a happy cat as she smiled. “Thanks, boys,” she murmured, reaching out to stroke Michael’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he answered, his voice sounding faraway. “But it’s time to wake up.”

Maria gasped, sitting straight up as the after effects of climax pulsed inside her. Blinking in confusion, she glanced around and found herself not inside the CrashDown, but tucked safely in her own bed.

She giggled as she realized it really had been all in her imagination. “Sweet dreams, Maria,” she whispered, snuggling back into the covers.