"How does your dad always find the worst jobs for us to do?" Maria
asked pulling some candles out of a box.
"It's a gift, I think." Liz smiled, grabbing her old stuffed bunny
from a different box.
They were in the basement of the Crashdown, being forced to sort
through all of the Parker family junk and keepsakes that had been
gathering dust. On their day off no less.
"So, what's first on the agenda?" Maria asked, trying to take her
gutter-ridden mind off the phallic-shaped candle sticks. She almost
groaned in frustration. That last dream had almost done her in. It
had left her completely wanting and even worse off than before.
Michael definitely wasn't gonna give in anytime soon. Not after
hearing her scream out his duplicate's name not once but twice in one
week! She had thought he would say something about it but he had only
turned and walked back into the kitchen. He hadn't even looked at her
for the rest of the night. Which wasn't such a new thing. At least
this time she knew the reason for the distance.
As much as she enjoyed the dreams - they didn't exactly come at very
good times. Always, they came during the day. Always when she just
happened to be in a public place. She blushed all over again as she
thought of the knowing looks on the customers' faces as she had
walked through the doors.
"Maria!?" Liz shook her out of her thoughts. "Did you hear me?" Maria
shook her head sheepishly. "We have to move all the boxes into the
corner and move the furniture."
"That should be easy enough. Most of it is light stuff." She said
looking at the clutter at her feet.
Liz nodded. "Yeah, but we'll need to get Michael to help with the
couch and chair."
Maria rolled her eyes. "So why is your dad getting rid of this stuff
anyway?"
"A few pieces are going to the Salvation Army but Michael is supposed
to pick whatever he wants for his apartment first. I'll run and get
him. I think it's time for his break. You start moving boxes." Liz
said already bounding up the stairs.
Maria sighed and picked up the box nearest to her. She wished the job
required more thought. At least then she could keep her mind off of
the fuzzy duplicate alien.
She heard heavy male footsteps on the stairs. Maria stood up straight
trying to build a little wall so he wouldn't get to her. Like it
would ever work. He ALWAYS got to her.
"Michael, don't start with me just take what you want and leave,
okay!"
She turned around and almost screamed. There he was. Literally, the
man of her dreams. He was lounging happily on one of the old puke
green chairs.
"Ya know...I just don't see, why the Hell anyone ever thought this
color looked good on furniture." He said wrinkling his nose. He took
in the surroundings. "Shitty location. But it'll do."
He smirked at her. He liked shocking people. It was one of the few
goals in his unmotivated life. From the look on her face, he'd just
succeeded in accomplishing this.
"So, Ria....miss me?" He asked standing up. She just stared at him,
unable to utter a sound. He advanced on her until they were toe to
toe. "Cat got your tongue?" His own tongue slipping out to graze her
lips.
Her breath caught and she leaned into him unconscious of her
movement. He wasn't. His lips crushed hers in a passionately savage
kiss. Their tongues battled, both gliding alternately in and out of
one another's mouths. Her teeth caught his top lip and pulled on it
gently.
His hands roamed her body, touching, feeling, squeezing everything he
could reach. She moaned, enjoying the impromptu massage. He moved
away quickly and it took her a moment to realize what had
happened.
Instead of being right in front of her, Rath was now directly behind
her. A piece of dark, thick fabric slipped over her eyes and she
finally spoke up.
"What are you doing?"
"Well...you got to play the torture game last time. Turn about is
fair play, baby." he murmured in her ear.
�And payback is a bitch!' She thought dreading and anticipating all
that he might have in store.
Rath finished tying the blindfold and grabbed her hands. Before she
could ask what he was doing, he had her hands bound at the wrist
behind her with a long blue hair ribbon that he had picked up out of
one of the boxes.
"Now...How should we start this little game?" He asked, amusement
evident in his voice. "Hmmm...the choices." Maria yelped as he
scooped her up and dropped her roughly on the old threadbare
recliner.
"Do you have to be so rough?" She asked. "There's a spring embedded
in my ass now."
He just chuckled and grabbed her chin between his thumb and index
finger. "Just wait. Your ass ain't seen nothin yet!" He crashed
against her lips and ravaged her mouth thoroughly. They were both
gasping for breath as he pulled away.
"So...what are you planning on doing to me?" Her curiosity was
getting the best of her.
"You gotta wait and see." His hands slid up her pleated brown skirt
and she bit her lip. He found her center and with one fluid motion,
tore the lacy red thong away. He threw the material aside and moved
the skirt up until she was totally exposed.
Rath's hands went to her lower back and he pulled her forward. She
was now seated on the edge of the chair and he nudged her knees
apart.
"Easy access entry." He said to himself.
"Huh?" She questioned. Or, she would have, had he not buried his face
between her thighs at that exact moment. She gasped and arched up.
Then she slumped back against the cushion of the chair.
"Ahh...Ra-Rath!" she exclaimed as he teased her with his mouth. Her
hands tried to rebel against the bindings as she found herself
wanting to sink her fingers into that wild mohawk of his and keep him
there until she was fully sated. This, she supposed, was part of the
torture.
As his mouth continued the sweet torment, his thumb was rubbing up
and down the edges of her opening. She, again, wished her hands to be
free, so she could put her hands on his and drive those nimble
fingers into her. Anything to stop the assault that was happening
now.
His tongue slipped into her and his lips and teeth grazed her lower
lips. "Yes!" she cried. "There Rath...stay there!
That's....OH...yeah...so GOOD!"
He was working her faster and faster, three fingers now accompanied
his deft tongue. She was so close. She could feel it, as if she was
standing on the edge of the world about to fall off. A split second
before she would have came, all feeling left her body and Maria was
left in a hazy fog.
"What the-," she asked clasping her fingers together tightly. "Why
the hell did you stop? I was almost there!" She shrieked, sitting
up.
"Chill, bitch! I knew exactly where you were but I want to be buried
in that tight little pussy of yours when you come." His voice was now
to her right instead of in front of her.
She frowned. This was borderline cruelty or something. He was
obviously trying to drive her insane. It was working.
He pulled her up quickly. He had to tease her. It would make the
final climax all the sweeter. It would also serve to keep her on
edge, which is where he wanted her.
That last dream had nearly killed him, and of course he was left hard
as a rock with no one to alleviate the problem. He'd had to take
matters into his own hands. This time, he meant to take all that was
offered and more.
Maria stood in front of him now, in her short skirt and a small black
tank top that was riding up just enough so that he could see her flat
stomach. Rath slowly slid his index finger across the smooth flesh.
She pulled her lower lip through her teeth and whimpered.
He moved closer to pull the top over her head. His shirt brushed
against her bare breasts. Her nipples were already taut from the cool
air and she moaned at the feel of the fabric against them. Her hips
moved forward in search of warmth that only he could provide.
Rath smiled at her reaction. "Hmmm...so you want some of this?" He
ground erection against her midsection. She nodded slowly. "Oh, Ria,
don't you worry. You'll get your fill, baby!" He licked the skin
between her breasts moving up to her throat. She tilted her head to
give him access and he began nipping at her neck. His teeth sank into
the soft white flesh leaving small red marks.
He took his own shirt off without breaking contact with her skin. She
wasn't sure how, but she didn't really care. His pants followed and
after pulling them off, he moved away from her.
"Rath?" She asked after several minutes of silence. "Are you there?"
After a few more seconds she felt, rather than heard, his answer.
She screamed as an ice cube ran slowly down her back. A droplet of
water slid further down and was absorbed by her skirt. She still
hadn't felt Rath. Only the ice, as it moved over one shoulder and
down her breasts, and onto her stomach. Finally he took it away, only
to return it to a place under the fabric clinging to her hips. Maria
jumped as the ice slid into her. She wanted so badly to reach out for
Rath. To grip his broad shoulders as he put her through this agony,
but her hands only chafed against the bindings. She didn't even know
where he was. He wouldn't touch her and she couldn't see him. Her
head jerked up as she heard a noise coming from the base of the
stairs. She knew Rath had heard it as well. His motions had stilled
and the ice fell away.
"What is it?" She asked. He refused to answer.
Rath looked to the stairway and saw nothing. He shook it off but he
had overdeveloped senses and he knew something or someone was there.
He looked at the face of the girl in front of him. She was so close
to being ready for him. His cock swelled against his stomach.
The noise was long forgotten as he began his administrations with the
ice once again. That is until a boot-clad foot landed square in
Rath's chest.
"What the fuck?!" The he screamed.
Maria was in shock and afraid. She couldn't see from the damn
blindfold. Her ears did work however and there was no mistaking the
voices she heard. They were arguing. The same exact voice, only one
had a clipped New York accent, the other was shorter and harder.
Michael stood in front of him, fists clinched and posture rigid. He
was ready for a fight. "Why the hell is HE here?" Rath directed the
question at Maria.
"I...I don't...know." She stumbled over her words. Panic set in. What
if it wasn't a dream. Or...what if it was. Either way, what would she
do?
She would have to test this one. "Oh, Michael?" She called sweetly.
He walked over to her and put a possessive hand on her side. "Do you
love me?"
"Of course I do." He said without hesitation. He stroked her cheek
and kissed her nose.
"Yep. It's a dream all right." She said more to herself than either
of the aliens in front of her. "So, what do we do now, fellas?" She
asked grinning.
"Look, I'm all into kinky. Hell, me and Zan had some fuckin' awesome
times together on rainy days, but..."
"I knew you were a freak." Rath smirked at Michael. "You have to
choose." Michael said harshly, eyeing his double.
"How the Hell do I choose?" She asked. That was like choosing between
night and day. On one hand she loved the heat of the sun, but on the
other hand you could have some real fun in the darkness of night. "I
want you both. I don't want to choose."
Yeah. This was her dream. She could do whatever she wanted in it.
That's what made it fun.
"Fine. You can have us both." Rath put his hands up as his twin began
to protest. "But you have to pass a little test first." He smiled as
Dream Michael arched an eyebrow at him. Maria smiled at the new
game.
"Okay. What's the test?" She asked aiming her head in the direction
that Rath seemed to be standing.
"Well, G...whaddaya think? How should we do this?" Dream Michael
looked thoughtful for a second. "Fuck it...we'll go for the old blind
taste test."
"Huh?" Dream Michael asked. Rath looked down at Maria and back to
him.
"Well, first...on your knees." He ordered. She sank to her knees
slowly and looked up expectantly.
"You can have both of us...if...you can tell me who is in your
mouth."
Maria smiled liking the game already. She nodded and opened her
mouth.
"Eager little bitch ain't she?" Rath laughed and elbowed Dream
Michael, who in turn scowled at his scruffy counterpart.
Dream Michael was already hard at the site of Maria on her knees,
ready, willing and able. He went to undo his jeans when he felt
Rath's hand on his shoulder. He shook his head at him and walked to
Maria, inserting himself slightly in her hot mouth.
It was all Rath could do to hold in the groan as she began suckling
his shaft. She pulled back and grinned, positive that she knew the
answer.
"Rath. It's Rath." She said smugly. Rath stepped back.
"Awww...too bad. That's the wrong answer. It was Mikey-boy. Sorry.
Looks like you'll have to choose." Rath glared at Michael, daring him
to say something. He wanted that little cherry all to himself and
he'd be damned if he had to share with his limp-dick twin.
"Take the blindfold off." She said nodding. Michael stepped forward
and untied the cloth. She looked at each of them in turn. "Do I
really have to choose?"
"Yes!" Both aliens shouted.
"Fine. I choose...." she hesitated for a moment. "Michael."
"What?! You actually want this pussy-ass piece of shit?" Rath asked
flustered.
"You heard her didn't you?" Michael asked approaching the other
alien. "Now Scram New York!"
Rath thought for a second. This was her dream. Maria was in full
control of what happened at all times. Maybe she wasn't kicking him
out, but subconsciously she had chosen Michael over him long ago.
Subconsciously she had brought him there to stop Rath. And somewhere
in the dark recesses of her mind, she had always thought of Rath as
Michael, never separating the two.
For that very reason did he actually, for once in his life, give up a
fight. There would be other bitches to screw and other days to play.
He pulled out of the dream slowly, but not before leaning down to
plant a rough kiss on Maria's lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good
cherry." He whispered.
After he disappeared, Maria's tongue raked over her mouth, grabbing
any trace of him that she could find. Well, maybe it's over now. No
more mid-day romps, she sighed happily. She would miss him. He was
her walk on the wild-side, if only in her dreams.
Michael coughed to remind her of his presence. She looked to him and
smiled. "I think it's time I taught you a lesson, Mr. Guerin." She
said, untying her own bonds and fingering the ribbon. "I think you've
been a bad boy."
Dream Michael smiled at her and his usual black t-shirt and jeans
melted away. In a flash they melded together. Body to body. He was
her's for the taking.
She slid onto him and he thrust into her. One hard thrust, that would
break the membrane and...
She looked at Dream Michael as a sharp pain hit her ribs. She grabbed
at the spot, but the pain hit her again.
Maria looked at her hands. She was fading. She sat back taking in
more of him and screamed his name one last time, "OH MICHAEL!" she
moaned.
The movie theatre was eerily quiet as she opened her eyes. She felt
the twinge in her side once again as Liz's elbow slammed into her.
She did not want to look at anything but the screen. The screen was
safe and filled with nice images of little Whos and Grinches. Not a
sea of people staring at her like she was nuts.
Finally, after several minutes, she dared to turn her head away from
the movie. Her cheeks still flamed red and if it was possible, they
grew even darker as she looked at the crowd, who was now engaged once
again in the show. And then to her friends. All seven of them Liz,
Max, Michael, Alex, Isabel, Tess, and Kyle, respectively, were still
craning their necks to look at her. Humor was all over their faces
and she couldn't even meet Michael's eyes.
She did, however, hear his comment. Maria thought she would expire on
the spot as he elbowed Max and said, "At least she got the name right
this time."
The End