Title: Metallic
Author: DMartinez
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the wonderful WB, Katims and Metz. No infringement was intended.
Summary: Another take on things after the kiss in the hallway.
Not exactly happy or good. Kinda twisted.
Category: Unconventional - Rath/Liz, Michael/Liz, Liz POV
Rating: NC-17
Spoliers: Meet the Dupes/ but not taken directly from it.
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It was insane. Why the hell would Michael be dressed like that? He looked like a punk... well, even more than usual. Strike that. He looked 100 times the punk he normally does. His hair was up in like a modern mo-hawk. His lip was pierced and he had tattoos!
THEN. Well, then he started hitting on me and talking funny. It was too funny. I was outright laughing. The whole situation was absurd.
I about died laughing and tried to let him down easy.
It was too much. Total brain overload. I went straight to the bathroom to sort it all out. I couldn't think as I stared at my reflection. My lip had the smallest scratch on it.
Funny thing, that scratch. It came from his piercing. I could taste his tongue stud still. That bitter metallic taste lingered in my mouth. I ran my tongue over my lips and I could taste him.
I was questioning everything. Max. Michael. Two guys that I've come to love and trust. I love Max... don't I? I trust Michael... right? Then why do I feel I enjoyed that kiss a little too much? Maybe a little more than I should have?
I stood there, absently rubbing my sore lip, when someone walks into the bathroom and congratulates me on that little scene. 'Didn't think you had it in you', she says. She then went on about how Michael's new look was freak-kay.
I gotta admit. I like it too. I thought about it for the rest of the day. All these new feelings are surfacing. Did I always like Michael but just never realized it? Were they really new feelings? Had they just lain dormant since Max wreaked havoc on my life?
Then my thoughts turned to that kiss. The kiss itself. I licked my lips and tasted just a trace of him. After school I was all worked up with little fantasies about Michael. I had to relieve the ache that had built in my body from those little daydreams.
I looked over my CD collection. My eyes fell on a Metallica CD that Michael had left one night after one of the parties we had all had. I put it on and locked my door. Thank God that I didn't have to work for another hour.
I entertained myself. Touching and teasing myself and imagining that it was Michael's fingers pushing inside me, and his hands stroking my tight nipples. I wanted nothing more than to come but it didn't happen. I only succeeded in getting myself even more frustrated.
Later, I got the call. Max wanted us to meet at the UFO Center for a meeting. Why he continues to call me to these things is beyond me.
Then I realized that Max hadn't even entered my mind since my encounter with Michael that morning. I went... and found myself oddly disappointed that Michael was wearing a nice shirt and jeans, not the sleeveless shirt from before. His hair was back to being matted to his head, no more mohawk. The piercings were all gone. He acted as if he hadn't tried to hook up with me earlier.
Shocker-time. Alex stumbled into the main room of the Center and right after him came the male dream that had been haunting me all day. It came out that there were two sets of pods. A Roswell set and a New York set. The New York Michael had kissed me.
It explained a lot.
His name was Rath. That name just burns me up. Then it came out that we had met earlier. Maria wanted to kill me. I told her that it wasn't really Michael but she threw a big stink about how I hadn't actually known it was Rath in lieu of Michael. I just told her to get over it.
When we were all in the same room again, I could feel him looking right through me. I don't know why... but it turned me on. Max had always focused on every particle of my being but Rath... he just saw through me like I didn't matter.
Rath caught my eye when I licked my lips at the memory of the cold metal in my mouth. He smirked at me. Even Michael doesn't smirk like that. A shiver ran through my body. I know he saw it because then he just devoured me with his eyes.
I felt his eyes drop to my chest and to my extreme embarrassment, my nipples hardened painfully. As his gaze dropped lower, I felt my panties get wet. How the hell did he do that to me? He just reduced me to a puddle of drooling female with one look.
I went home and rushed up to my room. I needed to clear my head of these thoughts. I locked my door and started to undress for a shower. A noise at my window made me look up. There he was. I didn't scream. No, I thought I was dreaming again. No way was it a dream though.
My parents were downstairs working and I still did it.
Rath came at me fast. His studs cut into my face as he crushed his lips on mine. That metallic taste returned when his tongue pushed into my mouth. He was so rough... I liked it.
Suddenly I was naked and so was he. I guessed that he had just obliterated our clothes. Then he was pushing me backwards onto the bed. His stubble scraped against my face, my neck, my chest. His tongue whipped out and circled my nipple with the stud. The metal on my skin was... sinful. I cried out.
I could feel his erection against my thighs. I should have been scared but with all the feelings that he educed from me... I just wanted it so bad.
Cold metal ran down my body from my breasts to my hips. His rings, more metallic glory, more metallic torture. Rath lifted his mouth back up to mine and roughly kissed me. He even bit my lip and my tongue. That didn't even sway me. I wanted him... even after I tasted the metallic tang of my own blood.
Rath groaned as my hands wandered where they could, scratching and digging into his flesh. I was so damn wet and ready for him. I felt his cold rings contrast with the heat of his hands as he slid them down my thighs to my knees. He jerked my knees apart and moved between them. He thrust inside me.
White-hot - like metal afire, waiting to be forged.
Searing - like hot metal set to flesh.
Pain - like the moment the poker has been removed and cold air hits the wound inflicted by the burning metal.
That just turned me on more. I felt like he was tearing me in two and I just wanted more. What has Rath done to Little Lizzie Parker? Little who?
Moans and screams met my ears... then I realized they are my own. Rath never let up. He pumped hard and fast between my thighs, never letting my body have reprieve. The pain was constant... and still bringing me pleasure. I got off on the pain he caused my body. The bites and scrapes with his piercings and teeth... painful yet erotic.
When she did not answer he took the phone and heard Maria crying.
I screamed his name as it all became too much for me. I must have passed out. When I woke up, I was alone and naked on top of my blood-soiled blankets.
I could vaguely remember Lannie having been in my room. She scolded Rath. She couldn't believe that he had 'popped the king's pretty little cherry' and that I let him. She must have been standing there awhile and I suppose that I didn't move because then she asked him if he had 'fucked her to death or what?'
I finally got up and took my shower. The water hit my scratches and scrapes like splinters. When I looked in the mirror... I was all red and scraped. I looked like I had been in the losing end of a fight.
I resisted the urge to brush my teeth. I didn't want to lose the metal flavor. But... the peroxide toothpaste would burn my cut lip and sizzle on my abused tongue. I did eventually brush my teeth though.
I avoided everyone all morning... make that afternoon. I went shopping. I don't know got into me. I bought Gun Metal, Electric Tears and Metallic Night nail polish. They translate as silver, blue and black with kick. I bought a ring that looked a lot like Rath's and... oh God... my parents would kill me if they found out that I got my tongue pierced.
I bought some new clothes, like the ones Lannie was wearing. I had to improvise because I don't have a body like her. I found some dark lipsticks and I went home to do my make-over. I couldn't wait for him to see the new me...
I didn't see Rath again. Who was I kidding? Did I expect him to love me? Did I think for even one moment that he cared about me? Then they came to me. The flashes that my mind and body were in too much trauma to recognize before.
Rath killed Zan. Rath and Lannie killed Zan. I saw the whole thing in my head. I did the first thing that came to mind. I went to Max. I snuck into his room and there was no one there. Just a note on his pillow. Mom and Dad, I've run away...
I had to go to Michael. The note had said nothing about anyone else so I assumed that Michael was still around. When I got to his apartment, he opened the door and burst out laughing. He thought my new look was hysterical.
I slapped him hard. That got his attention. I told him how Rath and Lannie had killed Zan because he wouldn't go to the summit. Well, then Michael demanded to know how I knew.
I didn't want to tell him that. I'm sure that would go over real good. Um, gee, Michael. I had fantastically violent sex with your evil twin, Rath. That's how I got flashes about what murderers he and Isabel's evil twin are.
Max must have told him how flashes happen. Michael grabbed me and kissed me hard. I couldn't help it. It was another form of Rath. I kissed him back and that's when the flashes started. Michael saw it all.
He shoved me away for a reason that we had both felt in his jeans. It was silent between us for a long time. Then he ordered me to sit and take off my top. I did it. I don't know why but I did.
Michael knelt beside me and began to slowly heal my wounds. He knew where they all were. It would just be our luck that Maria burst in when Michael was trying to lighten the angry red marks on my breasts.
I yanked my shirt back on and Maria ran out the door. Michael stared at her for several minutes. 'How could you let him do something like that to you?'
I told him the truth. I loved it. I'd probably do it again.
I don't know what Michael's gonna do about the fact his king is in the wrong hands but he's going to stay away from me... he made that perfectly clear. I also made it perfectly clear to him that if I did go after him, it would be because he's the closest thing to Rath around.
I do like my new metallic look. That's what I'm going to call it. I like the memories of pain. I really don't know what's wrong with me but I hope it never goes away. It's invigorating.
I'm just going to dream of the feel of metal and the sting of its sharp edges and the tang of its taste in my mouth and of rough sex. I'm going to wear the new clothes and show off my tongue stud and flash my new colors.
You can thank Rath for the new Liz Parker.
THE END