AUTHOR: Meredith @@@ www
CATEGORY: Read and find out
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Roswell. Duh. It would be a nice happy Dreamerland if I did.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Semi-future fic, involves two Roswellians at college.
entendre (n): ambiguity of meaning arising from language that lends itself to more than one intepretation.
It takes about twenty minutes to get from school to work on the red line-- thirty if it's rush hour (which doesn't seem much longer, but it in actually is MUCH worse because I usually have to stand up.)
It's 4:13 right now, and I just got out of my chem lab. I have to be at work at 4:30. I look at my watch and realize I am going to be late, for the third time this week. Dr. Klein will not be pleased.
The car squeals to a stop near Mass General and a group of people rush inside, filling it like sardines. I feel a swipe of cool metal brush across the backs of my legs and it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I follow my gaze to the man who passed behind me and my breath lodges in my throat. I can only see the back of his head, but I know.
It's him.
= =
The first time we made love, it was all fumbling and awkward, him whispering declarations of love in my ear as he numbed the pain away with his fingertips. It wasn't what I expected at all, but it was wonderful. Just like every time since has been wonderful. What is "wonderful" exactly? If sex with him was so gosh darn wonderful, why can't I forget this afternoon? Why can't I forget the subway? Why do I feel like I am living for the moment that the sliding doors opened and that stranger breezed in, his strong arms brushing across my back, causing my nerves to flare at his touch?
Max stirs in his sleep and I force myself to block out the images of the elusive stranger who was so much like him, but in so many ways, wasn't. Max flings his arm across my stomach, moaning my name and rolling our bodies so I am beneath him. He must be having one hell of a dream. He takes me quickly and I'm surprised to feel how easily he slides in and out of me.
This excites me. I would never tell him just how much.
This quick, sweaty, hard sex isn't what Max sees in me at all. I'm like a porcelain doll to him, something to treasure and play with gently so I don't break. I wish he would see the real me. The me that is dying inside for want of him.
I raise my hips towards him and I am rewarded with his body quivering over mine as he grunts softly in release. This is what I needed-- I needed him to fuck me in his sleep. Maybe now I can forget what it felt like to taste that other man's skin, lick the salt from his neck and bite his shoulder as he pounded into me against a dirty stone wall.
= =
I had known it was him the moment he got on the train. I didn't believe it at first, I thought it was a figment of my imagination. When Ava came back to Roswell, she opened up more about how he had died. His own sister and best friend had thrown him into the path of a truck. I don't know how he survived-- Ava said that the vehicle must have been going at least 45 MPH when it struck him. I don't know how he survived, but every cell in my body knew that Max's duplicate had walked onto the train and into my life. I could smell him. He smelled like Max, only stronger-- saltier, in a way. The fact that he was alive defied every sense of science or logic I knew, but I believed it.
So is the nature of my life.
I rode the red line past my stop, all the way to the end to see if he would get off the train before he noticed me staring at him. In the back of the car, I clung to a pole desperately as I stole glances at him and turned away. He was fascinating. His hair was short, black, and spiky, with bleached tips at the ends. He sported a little bit of black stubble on his face and wore a lip ring and eyebrow ring. I never really noticed guys with piercings before, but on him, they looked hot. He looked so much like my Max. He was Max, but wasn't. It's like what my Max would look like if he decided to go to a Marilyn Manson concert or something. I bit my lip as I thought about what that ring would feel like on my tongue.
The next stop came and the car emptied. My heart fluttered as I realized we were alone. I slid around the pole so my back was facing towards him. Not a moment later, I could feel his heat pressing into my back. He brushed my hair off my neck and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Yo, baby," he breathed. "Do you know who I am? 'Cause I know who you are. And I like what I see," he moved his hand underneath the bottom of my sweater and caressed my navel ring. I had gotten it a year ago on a dare from Maria. "You're pierced? That's so damn sexy." He nibbled my earlobe and I felt a rush of warm liquid pool at my thighs.
"You're supposed to be dead," I said, surprisingly calm as his hand drifted up to cup my breast. "H-how do you kn-know who I am?"
"You's the Queen," he whispered. "I's been watching you for years-- wondering how I could make you's my own. Damn," he took my earlobe into his mouth. "You are the sexiest woman I's ever seen." He moved his other hand under the waist band of my skirt, exposing the tiny swirling symbol on my hipbone. "Yup, yous the Queen, all right. He branded you."
"He didn't brand me. I am not cattle. And I would appreciate--" I shuddered as he pinched my nipple. "--if you get your hands off me. I'm with Max."
"You think I don't know that? I don't think that really matters to you at all," he growled as he ran his pierced tongue over my collarbone.
Oh, God.
"Max and I are in love. I would never--" I shook my head and denied the pulse of heat running through me in exact rhythm with his heartbeat.
"He don't ever have to know--" he growled in my ear. I moaned softly as he pressed his hardness against my bottom.
"Yes--" I breathed. "He will know, Max always knows--"
"Not this time," he touched my chin possessively, making me look at him. "Look at me, baby. You haven't even seen my eyes."
I didn't want to look. I really didn't. He turned me around in his arms and took my mouth, kissing me with gentle force at first before coaxing me to deepen the kiss with his tongue. I felt the hot metal against my lips and I felt myself begin to fall. One hand weaved into my hair while the other cupped my bottom, pressing me against his body and holding me steady as he plundered my mouth. He cupped my face with his hands-- just like Max. I broke away then as I saw the face of Max-- but so unlike Max. I couldn't do that to him.
"Zan, stop," I said, pushing away from him.
"What, you don't like it? We should go somewhere," he said, pulling me back to him by placing his hands underneath my skirt. He sucked on my neck and I reeled with pleasure.
"Zan, please, don't, Max will see that--" I moaned. "Please don't--" I pleaded.
"I'll take care of it later. Just come with me, baby," he unbuttoned the top of my shirt, exposing the top of my breasts. He bent his head down to lick my nipple through the satiny material and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"We have to stop--we have to--" I moaned. "People are going to come on here--"
"I can seal the doors shut," he groaned. "I gots to be inside you baby--" he growled. "--real soon, I wanna take you right here--"
"Oh, God," I moaned as he bit my nipple. The car squealed to a stop as we pulled into the last station. The conductor came over the intercom and announced this would be the last stop on the red line and all passengers had to depart. Zan groaned, waving his hand over my face and body to restore me to my pre-ravished look.
"There," he smirked with satisfaction. "Now you's presentable."
"Zan--" I whispered. He put a finger to my lips.
Just like Max.
* * *
Max is sleeping on my breasts, his open mouth resting in the valley between them. I think he started kissing my chest but fell asleep again before he finished. I smile as I run my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head. He stirs against me as I feel his erection harden against my thigh.
"Baby--" he whispers, sucking my nipple.
Baby. What Zan called me over and over as he pounded into me.
"Max--" I whisper as he kisses my neck and pulls me beneath him. He pulls my legs around his waist and leans down to kiss me gently on my cheek. His erection probes my entrance before he slides home.
"Oh, God, baby you feel so good," he growls, collapsing against me and moving furiously to build us both to climax. I close my eyes and get lost in the sensations washing over me.
Love. Honor. Respect. Trust. Honesty. Wife. Children. Life. Love. Truth. Respect. Honesty. Life. Children. Wife. Love. Honesty. Truth. Honesty.
"Liz-- Liz--love," he cries in my ear as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nips at my shoulder with his teeth.
Just like Zan.
He pumps into me furiously as I feel the end coming upon both of us.
"Max, oh Max! Zan!" I scream.
Max stops thrusting inside me and drops my legs from around his waist. I close my eyes and bite my lip.
"Liz-- you just-- what did you just say?" he asks me, his chest heaving from exertion. "Did you just call me 'Zan'?" I stare at him with sad, desperate eyes. "Liz, answer me!" he says with growing anger.
"Yes," I whisper meekly.
Up until today, I had never had sex outside. Max and I making love in the back of his Jeep with the top up didn't count-- not by a long shot. The prospect of performing this most intimate act with a complete stranger out in the open did wonders for my libido.
I don't remember how we got behind the abandoned building, but I do remember how it felt to have the hard stone wall pressed up against my back as he tried his best to melt into me through my mouth.
"Baby--" he moaned. "You feel so good," he picked me up underneath my bottom and began grinding me against the wall.
"Zan--Zan, stop," I said. "This hurts me." He stopped immediately and put me down on my feet, looking into my eyes with concern. He waved his hand over the wall in front of us and it became a soft, spongy, white cushion. He picked me up in his arms again and pressed my back against the wall.
"Is that better?" he asked, licking my collarbone. "I want this to be good for you's. It's gunna be so damn good you's gunna scream my name so the people down the block can hear you's," he growled.
I smiled into his neck. "You sound so sure of yourself."
"I ain't got no complaints in the past. You's different though. You's the Queen. You's special," he whispered as he rocked into me. I moaned to spite myself, his name echoing off the soft white wall and into the alley behind us.
"Zan--" I breathed. "Are you sure, are you sure no one's going to see us?" he attacked my mouth in between words. Impatient, just like Max.
"I's sure, baby. No one gets to see the Queen but me," he said forcefully. He took one hand off my breast and raised it in front of us, creating a wall of some sorts all around so no one could see what we were doing.
"People can still hear us, Zan," I warned.
"Let 'em, who gives a shit. Fuck 'em," he whispered in my ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and swirling it around his tongue before returning to my lips. He yanked my skirt and panties down in one swoop, leaving them on the ground as he waved his hand and his pants fell down as well.
"Zan," I cooed as he bit down on my shoulder and entered me in one quick stroke. I was so hot for him that he slid in and out of me easily. All I could do was hold on as he pounded into me, furiously stroking my inner walls like a madman as I rocked against the cushion. My hands left his back to weave in his hair as our mouths dueled, the thrusts of his tongue matching the thrusts of him deep inside my body.
"Baby, baby, baby," he repeated that word as a mantra. Was he so afraid to call me Liz? Did he even know my name or did he only know me as Max's Queen? "Come for me baby. I want to feel you come for me," he growled as he sped up his pace inside me.
The words themselves were enough to break me. I came hard, my body becoming completely still as I arched my chest into his. "Zan, oh, God, yes--" I cried, the world becoming dark and fuzzy around me.
"Baby, Liz!" he cried out as he bit down on my neck and spasmed inside of me. I caressed his sweat-sheened back as our breaths slowed down and our bodies cooled. He kissed me thoroughly, his tongue tracing my lower lip. As his legs began to shake and give out on him, I realized that he did know my name. He waved a quivering hand over the concrete beneath us, creating a mattress for us to lay on. He lowered me down gently, pressing kisses to my temples, my eyelids, my cheekbones, my chin, and the tip of my nose as his hands roamed my curves. His chest heaved violently, trying to regain the air that was quickly escaping his lungs.
"You like it?" he asked softly in my ear. I looked at him blankly for a moment, his hot, smoldering eyes making me forget what I wanted to say to him.
"Yeah. I just-- we can't--" I pleaded as he rested his forehead against mine and shifted his weight so he was lying on top of me.
"I know. You's the Queen. You belong to him."
"But you-- you are reincarnated from the same soul-- you are that King too--" I whispered, not sure where those words were coming from. Max was a strong, powerful, brave leader and would make a much better King than this aggressive, passionate hard body lying above me.
"I knows that. But we can't both be King. To tell you's the truth, I don't want that frickin' job," he growled. "Too much responsibility. Yo, I like it here, with the peoples... one of them's."
"Zan, you should meet Max. He's so brave and kind and wonderful--" and I just betrayed him. Warm, salty tears burned my eyes at this realization. Zan licked my cheek, tasting my tears and smiling.
"Of course you's gunna say that 'bout him. You's his Queen. You would die for him, and he for you's. That's the way of our peoples." he said firmly.
I sighed. "Zan, I'm so sorry. You've been used all your life and I did the same to you today. You don't deserve this."
"Shh," he pressed his finger to my lips. "Don't get like that, baby. I came to you's. I wanted to be with you's so bad. I feel like I've been searchin' my whole life for you's," he pressed his warm lips against mine.
"Zan, this can't be-- I'm in love with Max. Desperately in love. We're going to get married after graduation. I can't-- I can't start anything with you." Why did it hurt so badly to say those words?
Zan nodded. "I know that. He got you's first. Just know that if I had gotten you's first, things would be a lot different. I'm just sayin'. You'd be mine," he said possessively.
"I know," I whispered. How had I gotten so lucky to find two soulmates who wake me up inside, make me feel alive?
"You love him-- a lot--" Zan began.
"I do, more than life itself," I said.
"I want you's to show me. I want to see you's when he makes you come. When you's screamin' his name. It's the only ways I'm gonna forget about you's. To see that you's for real. That you's really his,"
It took me a few moments to realize what he was asking me. He wanted to watch Max make love to me. Just the thought of that sent a warm rush of liquid between my thighs. He smirked.
"That makes you hot. I can smell it. You's turned on just thinkin' 'bout it," he placed his hand on my cheek and closed his eyes. Suddenly I was in my bedroom, riding Max wildly as he thrusted up into my body. I could see myself screaming his name in ecstasy and turning to see Zan lying in the bed beside us, watching as our desire reached its peak.
Suddenly the flash ended and I was outside with Zan again, my hips thrusting up to meet his. "Max!" I moaned out as Zan pinched my nipples, rolling them in between his fingers and smiling.
"Tonight, then?"
I paused as my body struggled to maintain control. I nodded slowly.
= = =
"Zan can't be alive! He was thrown in front of a truck! Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you? I will kill him myself! He'll be dead this time, for sure!" Max screams, the darkness in the room not hiding the angry gleam in his eyes.
Oh, God. This is going to destroy him. "He-- he put-- he has some type of force on me, Max. He found me on the subway, I felt this magnetic pull to him somehow. It was like-- it was like primal. chemical." I try to explain. Dammit, this isn't coming out right!
Max puts his hand to my cheek. "Liz, please--" I can hear his voice quivering. "Please tell me. What happened?"
I can't. I can't tell him. I place my hands on his temples, shutting my eyes and letting him see and feel what happened to me this afternoon.
"God, oh God, no, Liz," he recoils, jumping from the bed and cowering against my dresser.
"Max, I love you. I love you so much--" I cry.
"Dammit, Liz!" he screams, knocking the lamp off the dresser.
"Max, he loves me!" I plead, running over to where he is standing. I touch his back tentatively. He turns around and pulls me into his arms. He presses my face to his chest and runs his fingers in my hair.
"He can't love you! You are MINE! You belong to me! Mine! You are mine, now and forever!" he repeats in my ear. "Do you hear that? I love you. Only ME."
This wave of possessiveness from him stirs up something in me that I've never felt before. I scrape my teeth across his nipple and he groans, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed.
"Mine," he repeats firmly, licking the swirling alien symbol on my hipbone.
"Then show him," I whisper in his ear, gesturing to the window where Zan is watching in wonder.
It is slow, languid. Excrutiatingly pleasurable. Max takes his time inside me, savoring every stroke, taking each one deeper than the last. I move my hips just a fraction and he presses me down to the bed. "No," he whispers. "This is for you. I am doing this for you."
My heart is full as I look up at him, then over at Zan. He is memorizing the scene with his eyes, getting closer to us with every breath. Max glares at him, his mirror, his opposite, daring him to ever again take what is rightfully his. Zan pulls his shirt over his head. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the black cotton fall to the floor. Until now, I hadn't seen his chest, only felt it. Max stops his movements inside me, giving Zan some sort of look-- sympathy. Acceptance. Sympathy that he will never completely have me. Acceptance that he, this stranger, is as much himself as he is. His brother. I hold out our entwined hands to Zan and he accepts the invitation, stripping naked and climbing into our king-sized bed. Max pulls out of me and they kneel before me where I lay.
I am their Queen. They look to me with adoration.
As I look at them side by side, I am amazed how similar they actually are. The same chiseled, developed muscle, same adorable moles under their arms, same wisps of hair in the oddest, sexiest places, same hard, proud cock jutting forth from olive skin. I place my hands on their erections, stroking lightly with my words and actions.
"Tonight," I whisper. "Tonight, I want you both." Max looks at me with passionate eyes- not a look of anger, sadness, or betrayal. He looks at me like a starving man, hungry for my body and whatever I have to give him.
"What the lady wants," Zan replies, dipping his mouth to suck on my fingers. Max's expression is somewhat unreadable now. I have screwed up majorly. He will hate me forever now. I am not the kind of woman a King wants for his wife. I am---
"The lady gets..." Max says smoothly, his words telling me exactly what I need to hear- your fears are silly, useless, untrue. He lowers his head to my stomach, kissing and caressing the skin around my navel. The roaring in my ears grows louder. I faintly register Max and Zan exchanging words.
"You see this?" Max says, laying his palm flat against the skin under my ribs, making a silver handprint appear. "Do you know what this means?"
"Yo, you saved her life, duke. I know's everything," Zan says, circling his tongue around my wrist. His mouth hits my pulse and it is surprisingly arousing. How can he possibly know so much about my body in so little time?
"This means she is mine. Her heart belongs to me. Her soul. You may love her body, but you can never have her soul. You understand?" he asks sternly.
Zan looks at me with dark eyes.
"Max--" I plead.
"Zan, answer me. Or this whole little game is off,"
Zan glares at him, nodding. "I get it duke. She's your Queen."
"She means everything to me," he buries his face in my neck, kissing my skin and breathing me in deeply. "I can't lose you, love. I just can't."
"Max," I meet his eyes. "You won't. Not ever," he groans softly as my hands run down his chest and fondle his balls gently. He begins sucking my breasts into his mouth, kissing me, filling me with his essence. My other hand weaves through Zan's short, spiky hair as I feel him lick his way from my ankle to my knee to the juncture of my thighs. He places his tongue flat agianst me and I moan into Max's mouth. Zan's hands push my thighs further apart as he dives in for another taste.
"Baby, you's so damn good," he says faintly.
Shit. I can't think. I moan, gently rocking my hips into his face as Max lays beside me, watching with awe as Zan feasts on my body. He reaches to my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples and watching as my expression changes. Max sucks my pointer finger into his mouth, withdrawing it daintly and pressing my wet finger to his hard nipple. I swirl my finger around the fleshy bud and applaud myself for being coherent enough to respond to my boyfriend when another man is going down on me like he's going to die if he ever stops.
Zan's tongue brushes over my hard nub and I feel my hips move up into the air, meeting his face with slow, hard thrusts. Suddenly, I am frantically pulling at Max's hair as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, his strokes matching Zan's down below. Oh, God.. How can something so simple feel so damn good?
Shit.
I come hard, locking my ankles around Zan's neck as he takes what he can from me. Max eases me with his kisses, running his fingers through my hair and kissing my neck. I feel him tense as I whisper Zan's name over and over again. After a few moments of silence, Zan drops my legs to the bed and crawls over me, resting his head on my stomach and draping his body between my wet thighs.
"I made you's come," he looks up at me through the valley of my breasts. "Now, I wants to watch you's come," he says with a smirk.
I groan as Zan's words register in my ears, creating shockwaves through my body to the rhythm of my heartbeat. Max sucks my earlobe into his mouth and whispers to me softly.
"How do you want it, love?" I shut my eyes against the throbbing heat shooting towards my thighs. I look into his eyes, and he knows without words what I want to do.
Zan's dark eyes pierce through me as I settle myself onto Max's lap, facing away from him and looking straight into the face of his dupe. Max holds my hips steady, guiding me down upon him with one quick stroke.
I feel myself tense immediately. I am melting from the inside, Max's glorious cock stroking the fire deep with me, taking pleasure in feeling the flames rise higher and higher. He grips my hips tightly, helping my rhythim as I look deep into Zan's eyes. I see so many things-- pleasure, pain, it's so hard to determine what he's thinking right now. It's hard to think much of anything when the sexiest man in the universe is pounding into you like a mad man.
Zan reaches out to caress my breasts sucking one into his mouth and working his way up my chest and neck. He traces circles around my nipples before cupping my face with his hands and capturing my mouth. I feel Max grunt and being pumping faster into me-- perhaps showing Zan once again who I belong to... forever...
Zan thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I caress it willingly, feeling the hot metal against my lips. I wrap my left arm around Zan's neck, pressing our chests together as I draped my right arm behind me, weaving my fingers through Max's silky black hair. I feel the first tiny tremors of my inner muscles. I groan not only from intense pleasure, but because I know this will be over soon, and I never want it to end.
"Love," Max grunts as he begins thrusting excitedly in my body. I feel the burning start deep inside me. I'm coming, and I feel myself saying it outloud. Max can feel it, and somehow Zan can sense it too. He opens his eyes to watch me. I can see him watching in awe through half-open eyelids. I am falling fast.
I cry out one last time as Max's body stills inside me. His hot seed pours up into me and I feel nothing but contentment. He turns me around in his arms to face him and he kisses me thoroughly. He licks the pools of sweat from my collarbone and throat and I moan at this intimate contact. Sex with Zan was incredible, don't get me wrong-- but this-- this is why I was created, this is why I was put on this earth. To make love to Max.
"Mine," he whispers as we lay back on the pillows and Zan watches us. I look up to Max, who is holding me protectively like a child holds his favorite toy. I extend my arm to touch Zan's leg, running my fingers up and down his inner thighs as his eyes flutter shut and he begins rubbing my calf. Zan and I whimper softly at the same moment, causing Max to kiss the top of my head and release me from his tight hold. I climb towards Zan like a tigeress, pressing him down to the bed inches away from Max's. I run my finger across his lip ring and replace my finger with my tongue, tasting the salt of his skin as he runs his fingers through my hair.
I take Zan's hard cock in my hands and kiss the tip softly, looking up to see Max staring down at me with black eyes. "Max?" I whisper.
"I--I want to see you," he stutters out. "I want to see you make him come." he whispers, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth.
I look at Max with dumbfounded realization. He wants to watch me with Zan. He wants to watch me pleasure his double with my mouth. Just the words spoken made me moan. I give Max a single slow, hot kiss, delighting in the way he holds onto my lips with his own as I start to pull away.
Without words, I straddle Zan's waist, leaning down to thrust my tongue into his mouth. I coo as I feel the metal brush against my lips. I wonder if Max would ever think about getting his tongue pierced-- maybe I should. I suck on his strong neck and shoulders with my mouth, watching Max out of the corner of my eye. He is watching us with... cautious interest. I decide to peak his interest a little more and work my way down Zan's chiseled chest and abs.
He is somewhat leaner than Max-- Max is more bulky when it comes to his muscles, Zan is more toned. I like both these versions of my king's body. They both serve me just fine. I take a hard nipple into my mouth and feel Zan's strong hands thread into my hair. I feel the bed shift and I realize that Max is sinking down into the pillows, making himself more comfortable for his show.
"Mmm, baby, that feels so good-- bite em--ahh--" his voice is strangled in my ears as I work the hard nubs with my teeth. I feel a hand creeping up my ass and I realize it's Max's. He spanks it hard, just like I like. God, I wasn't expecting him to join in. I thought he would just be a spectator. I don't know how long I will last on top of Zan if Max is teasing me with his magic hands and fingers.
"Yes--" I moan, rocking into Max's touch as I kiss the tender skin below Zan's navel, licking my way down to his dark patch of hair and his proud erection jutting from his golden skin. I kiss the tip of him before licking my way around the head, finally taking him into my mouth.
I feel the change in him immediately. His entire body tenses up and he starts making this little soft moaning noise in the back of his throat with each stroke I make. It makes me so damn hot I want to cry. Or is that because Max is attempting to go down on me? As his tongue flicks get faster and faster, my strokes get harder and deeper, until soon I have the entire length of him in my mouth. I hold him there a few moments while I catch my breath from my own rapidly increasing pleasure. Max darts his tongue up inside of me and I feel my world begin to disappear. All I feel is sensation-- and passion-- and love, so much love. I faintly hear Zan grunt something that sounds like my name before emptying his hot seed inside my mouth.
I feel dizzy as I fall onto Zan's chest, hearing his erratic heartbeat slow down in time with my own. I shut my eyes for minutes, hours, years-- I don't feel much until two mouths begin traveling up my body, placing tiny kisses all over my legs until they reach my inner thighs. I groan softly. Max's soft cheek glides over my stomach and breast before burying itself in my neck. He takes a deep breath and sighs.
"Thank you," I manage to whisper to Max as Zan lightly drags his fingertips over my hot, swollen flesh and circles my nipples. He lays on his side next to me and cups my breast with his hand. I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off to sleep.
"Thank you's," I hear repeated in my ear before Zan rolls out of the bed and places his feet on the floor to stand. I feel the bed shift under his weight as Max wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him. Zan pulls his pants over his well-toned legs and I feel myself sadden somewhat at the idea of him leaving us so soon.
"Zan, wait--" I whisper. Max looks up at me with an unreadable expression. I roll off him and sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to brush my fingertips against Zan's sculptured ass. I hear him hiss with pleasure and he turns around, looking down at me with smoldering eyes. The same smoldering eyes of Max's. "Do you have to go?"
"You's his, Queenie. You's don't belong to me. I don't belong here," he said, bending over in front of me and picking his pants off the floor. I feel the heat of Max's chest surrounding my back, his warm breath against my ear. I watch Zan slip his khaki pants up his muscled legs as Max reaches around to cup my breasts, rubbing my nipples lightly with his thumbs. I feel nothing but white-hot passion searing towards my legs, making me tingle all over my body.
"She is mine," Max says firmly, his face never leaving the warmth of my neck. "Does this..." he pinches my nipples and I moan, reaching out to pull Zan towards me. "...turn you on?" he asks his dupe.
Zan can't speak-- he can only nod, kneeling down in front of me and placing his hands over Max's. They look into each other's eyes for a brief moment, as if each is understanding at that moment what the other wants to do.
"We want you to stay," Max says. I gasp. Zan looks at him and nods, stepping out of his pants and easing back into the bed. Zan is kissing me, touching me, then Max, then Zan... then Max again, then they both are. Soon I feel Max's strong heartbeat against my chest and hands, and Zan's welcoming hardness pressed against my back. We are curled up together on the bed, six hands, six feet, three heartbeats. We just touch and kiss and pleasure each other for what seems like days. Zan drifts off to sleep first, his arm resting on my hip as Max threads my hair between his fingers.
"Why did you let him stay?" I whisper in Max's ear as I nuzzle his neck. "You didn't have to do that."
Max sighs, looking into my eyes for a few moments before speaking. "He made you happy tonight. When he-- you know-- when he was-- pleasuring you, I don't know-- I felt like it was beautiful. You looked more beautiful tonight then I've ever seen you. You're glowing," he laughs, dragging his fingers across my hip, circling around Zan's hand and smirking.
I kiss him gently on the lips. "I always feel beautiful when I am with you. You make me glow. You make me happy. It's you. It's always you. It will always be you," I reply, my explanation not seeming strong enough for what he wanted to hear. He kisses my forehead and I snuggle closer into his arms. I breathe the subtle sweetness of his hair and I remember why I am so deeply, irrevocably in love with him.
The END