A/N:
      I'd like to apologize for the amount of time it took me to write this, and the short length there-of. I've been busy and couldn't think of anymore to add. Laters.
              ~Kye


Temptress and Tolly
    Michael stared blankly across the roofs of the houses; he had no idea what to do. It had been a pleasant enough idea to visit his aunt for the summer, but now he understood something he'd previously missed. She lived in suburban hell. She wanted him there so she wasn't so bored, or had someone to share her boredom with. David had gone home early with the intent of giving Michael more time to spend with his aunt, so now it was only Michael and Maya.
    "Why so sullen, nephew-mine?" Maya asked, sitting next to him.
    "We're in suburban hell, aunty-mine." he returned easily, with a hint of sarcasm, "You mislead me when you said we'd have fun."
    She snorted at this, "Not hardly. I told you exactly," she sat, "What to think. It's not my fault you haven't learned my sarcasm..." she grinned, "Besides, I am having fun. "
    He grinned at her, "You're evil. You interrupted my brooding...and made me feel better."
    She laughed, kissing the top of his head, "Missing someone back home, are we? Some special lady caught your fancy?" she grinned, "I feel honored now. I got precedence over some little hotty."
    "Or something." he agreed.
    She raised an eyebrow at him.
    "I made some new friends. We were going clubbing and hanging out during the school year."
    "Ah, so you're stuck in a house with nothing to do and no one to talk to." she nodded knowingly, "I see." she laughed, standing, heading into the house, "We can go clubbing, if you're poor old aunty isn't too old for you to party with."
    Michael laughed, hopping up to follow her into the house, "You go clubbing?"
    "Not very often," she replied primly, "But I do know a few good places. I don't want to be out late, though."
    "Define late?" he didn't really care, getting away from the house was a pleasant idea, even if it was only until ten.
    "Three." she replied, grinning at him, then laughed, "And since bars and what have you close at two, mostly, we should be fine."
    He stood there, staring as she headed into her bedroom.
    "I say about an hour, Mike." she added, looking at him a moment, "Or I'll leave you here." she shut the door behind herself.
    Michael started laughing.


    Watching a woman he'd always respected and thought slightly prudish dancing dirtier than his own friends made Michael stare. With Jeremiah's group, Michael had noted that none of them would actually close the distance with the other so their bodies touched. Maya, with her dark hair pulled into a bun, wearing a shirt that showed more than it concealed, was flush against the guy's body. It was disturbing for him to see his aunt that way. She'd always been one to call him baby and kiss his cheek. She never spoke dirty and though she cursed, it wasn't as if it wasn't something his own mother would say-speaking of which, did his mother ever do this?
    "What's the matter, precious?"
    Michael turned to Maya's friend; Becky. Maya had called her as they'd headed for the car, and she'd shown up a good fifteen minutes later, dressed similarly to his aunt. She was also a woman he'd always thought to be "clean". He'd never seen either woman wear anything revealing or sexual in nature.
    He was starting to realize, though-as he had been all summer-that he didn't know his aunt as well as he'd thought he did.
    There was something distinctly disturbing about being called "precious" by a scantily clad woman you'd known all your life as a well respected, properly clothed, business woman.
    Shoving this aside, he glanced back to Maya, "She's not acting normal." he muttered.
    "Isn't she?" Becky asked, laughing as she slid closer to his side to be heard over the noisy crowd, "You're her baby. She's not going to let you see her acting sexual."
    On the floor, Maya laughed as her partner dipped her, revealing even more of her stomach and kissing her just above her navel.
    Michael looked away, disturbed, "I should go dance with her."
    Becky giggled slightly, "Think about what you just said in context, please."
    He gave her a dirty look, "I meant because I don't want her dancing with him." he gestured toward the man. He had the look of a man about to kiss her throat.
    Maya glanced toward him suddenly, still smiling, then met his eyes and pushed away from her partner. There was a brief exchange in which she passed him a piece of paper, then started for the bar, still moving to the music.
    "Enjoying yourself?" Becky asked her friend.
    "Of course." Maya replied, winking at Michael and signaling the bartender.
    Michael didn't know what to say.


    Maya was yawning as she entered the kitchen, grinning at her nephew as she opened the fridge, "Good morning, star-shine…" she sang as she pulled out a can of soda.
    "That's marginally disgusting." he informed her before taking another bite of his cereal.
    She grinned at him, turning to look at the man she'd brought home. He blinked at Michael, looking startled, then offered a smile to his aunt.
    "Have breakfast?" she offered.
    He frowned, glancing to Michael.
    She smiled, "This is Michael." she informed him, "My defunct lover." she died laughing as the man's expression turned almost thunderstruck.
    "Maya!" Michael protested.
    She laughed even harder, moving up and kissing him, "I'm kidding, Kelso, honestly. Don't take me so seriously. One night stands aren't that serious. This is my nephew." she added, gesturing to him as she moved back to the fridge.
    He looked to Michael, who returned the slight glare, then shook his head looking away, "Sorry, I have work in an hour."
    "Are you sure you can't stay?" Maya pressed, looking slightly downfallen as she turned from the machine.
    He nodded.
    Michael didn't like this man who could be no more than six years older than himself-of course, Maya was only six years older than him-but Michael like even less to see his aunt upset. "What's twenty minutes for breakfast?" he asked before the guy could reach the door.
    The guy turned to give him another look.
    Michael returned it, blinking languidly.
    Kelso shook his head, looking back to Maya, whose expression changed from very slightly amused to innocent again. He sighed, "If you insist, I suppose I can't refuse."
    Maya smiled at him, "Thank you, Michael."


    Michael could never make himself really like his aunt's boyfriend. The guy almost seemed arrogant. Not that he started out as more than a one night stand. Before the end of breakfast that first day, she'd asked him over for dinner that night. The next few days he'd shown up more and more, and that weekend they'd gone out. Maya had asked him his opinion the next day, and seeing as the guy seemed normal, he'd said as much.
    She took that as his consent.
    He knew that he really didn't have the right to be so irritated with her. She was a very eligible woman, and once anyone got to know her a little bit, they couldn't help loving her. It took him most of that first week to decide his dislike of the man was jealousy.
    In truth, Kelso really didn't seem so bad. He worked a full-time job with weekends off, visited his parents once a month, and volunteered at a local "older brother" organization during the school year. He enjoyed sports, and wanted Michael to go with him at some point to a game he'd gotten tickets for.
    Of course, that didn't come up until half the summer had passed and Kelso was decidedly with his aunt. She told him all this and much more while acting more and more contrite that he had nothing to do during these times.
    …that she knew of.
    After she'd leave for her nights, Michael would dig out his outfits and jewelry from going out with Jeremiah and go out alone. It had seemed wrong at first, but he'd met a few people and enjoyed their company on the long and hot evenings that he'd otherwise have spent alone.
    Shaking his head, Michael looked himself over once more in the mirror, touching up his eye-liner before tousling his hair.
    It was time to go home.
    It'd make Jeremiah's day to know that Michael could now wear eye-liner without rubbing it away.


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