The Metatronic Chronicles: A Minor Inconvenience
Chapter 18

Michael found Alice sitting in a chair next to the kitchen intercom giggling. At least that meant she hadn’t heard the fight with Mary. “Sorry,” she told him. “Your mom showed me this when she came back from the garage and I couldn’t resist. I promise—I won’t eavesdrop on you anymore.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, taking her in a brief hug. “But it’s almost nine o’clock. We both need to start thinking about school tomorrow.”

“I’m done with my homework, how about you?” Alice asked.

“Pretty much done, too.” He gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. “We need to cool it around mom,” he whispered in her ear. “She knows something happened tonight but I didn’t tell her what.”

“Good!” Alice whispered back. “While you were gone I was getting so nervous about what she might say but she was okay when she came back in. I guess I’m not getting kicked out.”

“Anything but! She’s worried that your parents might come and take you back if we get too…um…familiar…so we need to watch it, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Secrets over there?” Mary said as she passed by the kitchen. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“No secrets, just talking,” Michael quickly answered. He gave Alice another quick hug and then helped her into the living room, pointedly ignoring the walker.

“You know I can do this myself now,” Alice grinned as she settled back into her space-exploring chair.

“I like helping you but if you prefer a bent piece of aluminum…”

“Not at all!” She beamed, her heart practically singing after the evening’s events.

“Hey look at this!” Daniel’s voice came from the top of the stairs and both of them glanced up to see him on the new stair lift. “Cool!” He pushed a button and took the slow trip down the stairs.

“Is that easier than jumping?” Alice asked, grinning.

When it reached the bottom, it automatically stopped and turned off. Daniel stepped off as if he were the king of Roseville, waving majestically and taking a sweeping bow. “Not at all,” he answered, faking Derasthe’s English accent. “And I thank you very much.”

“Who are you? Derasthe Junior?” Michael asked pointedly.

“I am your mere servant of a brother,” Daniel returned. “Who would like to play that gig in Milwaukee.”

“We’re doing it, as long as Alice doesn’t decide to have the baby that day.”

“I wish I could go along!” Alice said excitedly. “I would love to see your band! I didn’t get to see the rehearsal tonight!”

“We’ll be playing nightly out in the garage from now until then, so you are welcome to come watch,” Daniel answered. “Right, Michael?”

“Absolutely! Anytime you want!” Michael leaned down to give her a quick hug again. “I can’t get enough of you!” he whispered in her ear. “But I have to have a talk with Daniel. Do you mind if we leave you alone for a bit?”

“Of course not. I don’t ever want to interfere with you two,” Alice said. “Just don’t forget me down here, all right?”

“I won’t, I promise,” Michael gave her a quick pat on the shoulder. “So where is Dad? I haven’t seen him since supper.”

“He’s in there.” Daniel pointed toward the den door. Michael realized that there was some pounding going on. “Doing something that makes noise. I didn’t dare go in there—I thought he might make me work if I did.”

Michael glanced at the clock. “We leave for Derasthe’s as soon as Alice goes to sleep,” he telepathed to Daniel. “In the meantime, let’s go upstairs. I need to have a talk with you.” He went up the staircase but was amazed to turn and see Daniel riding the slow stair lift up.

“What?” His younger brother shrugged at his brother’s astonished stare as he stepped off at the top of the stairs. “I was just testing it out. It’s fun!”

“It’s for Alice, not for you to play on!”

“Yes, mom!” Daniel used the word telepathically, knowing it was best not to take a chance that Mary might overhear it.

Michael led the way into his bedroom and after Daniel entered, closed the door for some privacy.

“Did you do the nasty?” Daniel quickly asked, grinning. “With a pregnant seventeen year old?”

“No!” Michael answered. “But we did do something and I’m worried. Mom can’t find out about it but I need to ask Derasthe and I need you to back me up if it gets back to Mom.”

“So what did you do?” Daniel took a long deep sniff of his brother, raising his eyebrows as he smelled something new on him. “Wow, it’s a good thing mom doesn’t have an angelic sense of smell!”

“She might. She said she could smell it on me.”

“A mom’s sense of smell is more instinct than smell. But I can actually smell it. You slurped down some mommy milk.” He smiled expectantly. “I want the whole story!”

“You swear not to tell mom and to back me up to Derasthe?”

“On a stack of bibles, I swear. Now what happened?”

“Remember the pain of the permanent boners?”

Daniel nodded, the agony well impressed on him. “So…you had a big boner again?”

“Not exactly, but I wasn’t there at the start of things. Michael kept it down and I found out that if it’s not dealt with, the pain spreads. When I came back into his body, he was in absolute agony, but not showing it. It was amazing how he could just carry on a conversation, continuing doing whatever he was doing but I couldn’t ignore it. It was horrible!”

“And the little mommy’s titty comes into this how?”

“As it turns out, the milk of a female carrying an angel is almost like a big fat aspirin. It makes the pain go away, at least for a while. It’s the only thing that helps. Left alone, the angel would have just tolerated it but me being human, I needed help. Alice gave it to me.”

“She let you have a taste at the spigots?”

“More than a taste,” Michael smiled slightly, remembering the sweetness. “It was more like a pig-out. I emptied both breasts, let her refill and emptied them again…twice more, in fact. I hope mom doesn’t see her naked tonight—her nipples are deep red and well chewed on. I even drew blood once and…”

“You liked it,” Daniel finished for him.

“Yes…I liked it but I’m ashamed of it now. I can’t take advantage of her like that again!” Michael sat down on his bed and looked at his brother. “How can you stand not being with a female?” he suddenly asked. “Even now I’m starting to yearn—is that the word—yearn to be back with her.” He rubbed his face in frustration with himself. “Good grief, I’m starting to use the word ‘yearn’ in connection with Alice. Please kill me.”

“Well, I did tell you that I get my kicks every moment that I’m not in view,” Daniel answered. “But I have a feeling it’s not the same thing as you’re going through.”

“Who are you sleeping with?”

“Damn, just about anyone who will have me. I figured out how to do it when they’re sleeping and don’t wake them up, I go out of state for rolls in the hay, I even considered sheep once but since I used to be allergic to wool, I decided against it.”

Michael burst out laughing as he usually did at his brother’s creative way of dealing with problems. “Sheep!” he finally echoed, calming down.

“Her name was Matilda and she was a beautiful New Zealand girl. She was just too woolly and baaed a lot so I had to forego her love for another.” He looked sad. “I’ll always think of her. She had great legs.”

“Get serious!” Michael chuckled. “But how do you do it to them in their sleep?”

“I told you about that earlier. It’s like a dream to them---I replace my face with the husband, boyfriend… girlfriend, whatever and take care of business. It they are unattached then I am their dream man. Or girl. Or German shepherd, if necessary. But I am the one with the big drill.”

“You’ll have to show me that,” Michael sighed. “The angel needs to be active but just not with Alice. She’s reserved for me after the baby’s born.”

“You accept that now?”

“Yes,” Michael nodded. “She had a talk with the angel. He explained it to her and so far, she seems to accept it. I was so damn scared of losing her I didn’t want to admit it. Yet the fact that I was being less than honest with her would have pushed her away. I’m such a schmuck.”

“More like a schlemiel but basically I agree,” Daniel answered in perfect ancient Hebrew.

“Stop that!” Michael growled back in Hebrew. “I don’t need a language lesson right now.”

Daniel returned to English, apparently either unaware or uncaring that he had switched languages so radically. “No, seriously! I think I’m in love with someone.” Daniel hesitated to name names but he didn’t have to.

“Leila?” Michael asked. “She can’t see you for dirt.”

“And that’s what makes her so appealing!” Daniel sighed, heartbroken. “The one woman on earth that doesn’t fall at my feet. Or give me the time of day…or will even tell me what year it is.”

“You’ve been inside her for about two minutes, participated in a murder spree with her and this is love?” Michael asked. “I actually knew Alice for a few weeks before we did it. You didn’t even know Leila’s last name when you screwed her!”

“What’s in a name?” Daniel sighed theatrically. “A rose by any other name..,”

“Would still kick your ass,” Michael finished for him. “So are you going to back me up to Derasthe or not tonight?”

“About you sucking at the well…for an hour?” Daniel nodded. “Of course, I’ll be there for you. But I have no idea how to back you up, as you say. He can hang me out to dry!”

“Thanks,” Michael sighed.

“So…” Daniel sat down on the bed and faced him. “What did it taste like?”

“You’ve tasted female breast milk.”

“Not Alice’s. Not a female who’s carrying an angel. What did it taste like?”

Michael slowly smiled. “It was delicious.”

Daniel closed his eyes, trying to imagine the flavor. “Chocolate?”

“Better than chocolate! I can show you.” With a thought, he subtly removed a few drops, about a tablespoon, from Alice’s breast downstairs and materialized it in a small golden cup for his brother. “Try it.”

“Oh, you stole some from her!” Daniel said excitedly as he looked into the cup and gave it a sniff. The aroma was sweet and enticing. “I’ve never smelled anything like it—like honeysuckle mixed with strawberries.”

“Taste it,” Michael said, nearly giddy with delight at sharing the bounty, however small, with his brother. “It’s amazing stuff.”

Daniel sighed. “I probably shouldn’t. She’s your girlfriend and all. I don’t want to come between you two in any way, not even in this small way.”

“It’s okay,” Michael confirmed. “I won’t get upset if you like it and want more. Maybe we can talk her into expressing some for us.”

“Why?” Daniel asked suspiciously. “What does it do?”

“I told you! It gets rid of the pain!”

“But you slurped it down for an hour. What good does this much do?”

“Plenty,” Michael said with confidence. “All I really needed was this much. The rest was just…um…extra.”

“And you didn’t tell her you only needed a sip!”

“A sip, a gulp, a gallon—it’s all good.” Michael smiled brightly at his brother. “The effects last for at least a week. You can try out that giant boner on someone without the pain.”

“Really?” Daniel was more interested than ever now. He took another look at the creamy looking contents of the cup. “Well then, down the hatch!” He tasted it gently and finding it as delicious as its aroma, swallowed it down in one gulp. The effect was immediate—aches and pains he didn’t realize he had ebbed away as its warmth spread through his body. “This feels amazing,” he said as he let it wash through him. “My whole body is changing.”

Michael watched as the small agonies Daniel wasn’t aware of faded from his brother’s face, leaving it so youthful and unlined that he resembled a ten-year-old boy when it was finished. A very large, muscular ten-year-old boy. “You look refreshed,” he commented.

Daniel glanced into the bureau mirror and saw someone he hadn’t seen for at least seven years, only much taller and bigger. “Holy shit, I look like a kid!”

“Not really, it’s just that without the lines of age, even on a teenager, you look younger. It’s almost like a fountain of youth.”

Daniel looked into his brother’s face and realized that Michael also looked younger. Even small scars from childhood accidents were gone. “You look like an eighth grader.”

“Thanks…I think,” Michael laughed. “It’s good stuff, isn’t it?”

“Amazing, just amazing. Do you think that when it wears off, she’d let us have more?”

“Like I said, maybe she’ll express some for us. But we can’t take it direct from the source anymore. At least until she’s recovered from the birth and is over eighteen.”

“When’s her birthday?” Daniel asked instantly.

“Sorry, not until late summer. August sixth, I think.”

“Damn! We have to wait until August…but all we need is about a tablespoon a week. Maybe she’ll do it, you think?”

“Maybe, if she knows what it does for us.”

“Then after she dries up, then what?”

Michael shrugged. “It works with any female carrying an angelic baby. I’m supposed to keep on with project work, so this is my last angelic baby for a while. Maybe they’ll let you sire one.”

Daniel sighed, crestfallen. “I never get to do anything. I’m not a prince of the realm like you or Metatron’s right hand man like Gabriel. I’m just a duty angel without much pull anywhere.”

“No…” Michael started to say something, and then quickly stifled himself but it was too late.

“What do you mean, no?” Daniel asked. “I’m a duty angel—I’ve been told that time and time again. I’m nobody, no one, just a big dick carrying a big sword and good for nothing else. That’s true, isn’t it?”

His brother suddenly disappeared and the angel Michael appeared in front of Daniel. “Not at all,” he said in his melodically deep voice. “So much is being kept from you, Daniel. Even your own angel has been kept in the dark, his memories selectively suppressed. But you are no ordinary angel and never think that way. The time will come when all will be revealed to you, but I can tell one thing already.”

“What’s that?” Daniel asked suspiciously.

“You are not practicing your magic enough.” Michael saw Daniel’s face turn into a grimace at the old admonishment. “And if you did, you would find that there are many things you are capable of that your brother is not.”

“Me? More powerful than you?” Daniel snorted. “Not too likely.”

“It’s true. You possess a golden magic that is rare among angels. It takes diligent practice to master it, but in time, you could be most impressive. Impressive enough to rise up from the ranks and join your brother at the side of Metatron.”

“And that gets me what?” Daniel didn’t believe a word of it.

“Mainly it’s honorary and involves a lot more work than you care for, I admit,” Michael said. “But high ranking angels generally don’t get arguments from female angels they want to breed with.”

“What?” Daniel’s ears perked up. “You mean, Leila would um…let me…back in?”

“Well, I can’t speak for her of course, but it’s a possibility. And of course though you haven’t met any other female angels, rest assured there are plenty of them and most of them would welcome a chance to be with you if you are highly placed.”

“Gold-digger female angels want to sleep with me?” Daniel wasn’t buying it again. “How is it that I find this a bit hard to believe?”

Michael leaned in close. “Do you want to meet one?”

“You better be serious when you say things like that,” Daniel growled.

“I am serious. Do you want to meet one?”

“Well…okay, I’ll meet one. Where?” Daniel groaned as he suddenly found himself back in the big pink nothingness that angels seemed to hang out in. “No.not back in this place again!” He was floating in midair surrounded by vast pink and gray thunderheads emitting sporadic bolts of lightning here and there. But there was no ground, no earth, no nothing for the lightning to strike. Just vast amounts of cloudy emptiness as far as he could see in any direction.

“This is your ancestral home, but not much of it has been revealed to you,” Michael said from where he was hovering nearby.

“So what is with the pink everywhere?” Daniel asked, noting that even if he wanted to land somewhere, he couldn’t. There was nothing to land on.

“Pink is the color of Metatronic energy,” Michael said. “When he is in existence, the place is filled with it, which is most of the time.”

“What do you mean, when he is in existence? Doesn’t he always exist?” Daniel asked, feeling a bit nervous without a landing site anywhere. He felt like he was flying without his comforting net of earth below him.

“On rare occasions, Metatron will simply withdraw from existence for awhile,” Michael answered. “Then when he is ready, he comes back and we’re all surprised that he was even gone. We don’t notice it much except that for a brief instant, our home goes black.” Michael took a quick look around then smiled over at Daniel. “It takes a lot of power for an angel to simply cause himself to cease to be, then come back from it! And that’s your nephew…and my son.”

Daniel had to admit, that sounded pretty impressive. “And you say this golden magic is powerful stuff too?”

“With much practice and diligence, who knows? The golden magic is rare—your father has it, so you have it. And Jamie has it though he doesn’t know it yet. Just you three have this gift.”

Daniel didn’t know what to think now. With his brilliant, slightly eccentric mind, most things came easily to him and to actually have to work at something seemed foreign. His normally less brilliant brother seemed to understand the use of magic so easily while for Daniel, it was hard work just to build up enough power to slip out of the house to a point just a block away. “If this is such a gift,” he finally said. “How come I have such a hard time using it? Everything is so easy for you—I mean, my brother Michael—and yet I’m still struggling. Why?”

“Everything is not easy for your brother but he works his magic nearly constantly while you only use it to sneak out at night.”

“All right, so if I practice all the time, how much improvement should I see? How soon?”

“Everyone is different and proceed at their own pace. If you practice regularly—say three or four hours a day…”

“Three or four hours!”

Michael ignored the outburst. “You should see significant improvement in a month or so. In a year or so, you might be powerful enough to be a match for your brother. In five years…well, let’s just see what happens.” Michael took a look around. “I have someone coming to meet us here. Someone you might like quite a bit.”

“A female?” Daniel asked hopefully.

“Yes, and luckily for you, she’s not as fussy as Leila. Ah, there she is!” Michael waved at something that was far beyond Daniel’s ability to see. “Arriana!”

Something came zooming at them and presently Daniel could make out an angel but she was moving so fast that by the time he could ascertain her sex, she was already on them. “Michael!” she squealed with delight as she flew into his arms and gave him a hug. “It’s been so long!” The angel Arriana gave Michael a passionate kiss, lasting so long that Daniel thought maybe he was being ignored. However, after a few moments of French kissing, Arriana tore herself away and flew into Daniel’s arms. “Daniel!” Instantly, Daniel got the same treatment, a long tongue going halfway down his throat.

Caught by surprise, he somehow managed to hang on until she got tired of kissing and pulled away. This was the first time he got a good look at her—Arriana was muscular and well formed like Leila, with sandy brown waves falling thickly around her and wings glowing gold in the pink light. She had a delightful smile and to Daniel’s surprise, was completely, utterly naked. “Well,” he managed to smile. “Hello.”

“Hi Daniel,” Arriana returned, her eyes dancing. “Long time since we’ve seen you here.”

“To my regret,” Daniel nodded, his eyes glued to her bouncing nude breasts.

“Daniel’s memory isn’t real good right now,” Michael told Arriana.

“I know,” she nodded, still smiling at Daniel. “We get all the news here. Metatron is coming. So, what’s the purpose of your visit? You know you can’t stay here.”

“I know that,” Michael nodded. “We have no plans to stay—just visit for a very short time. I just wanted young Daniel here to experience what it’s like to spend time with a female angel who won’t just screw him and leave him, like Leila.”

“Well, it’s part of her job not to fall for immature little morsels like this one,” She nodded, eyeing Daniel back very appreciatively. “So you want him to grow up a little?”

Michael nodded, his own eyes taking her in. “Both of us, if you please.”

“Mmm, a threesome?” Arriana asked, her eyes growing bright. “Been awhile since I’ve been with you, Michael. I hope you haven’t forgotten anything.”

“If I have, you can re-teach me, Arri,” Michael laughed. “Now let’s get busy! We have to get back very quickly and Daniel here wants to know what it’s like to use his full sized tool.”

“I can help you with that,” she nodded as her hand slipped downward into Daniel’s crotch, causing him to gasp in surprise.

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