Antiquity

Chapter 4--Ghost Memories

Harley wasn't bothered by the prospects of sleeping in his Grandfather's old bedroom in the slightest. The old man had passed and there was no spectral apparition trying to kick him out. He had staked his claim. Rolling onto his back, he yawned and stretched a little, lulling his head over a little.

It was probably more than an hour that he had slept when he felt a chill breeze under the covers, pulling the sheets up and snuggling down more. "Old..building.."He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowing. As he slept he started to feel a pooling in his stomach, something warm and wet enveloping him, stroking and teasing. A moan slipped from his mouth, his hips rising slightly.

"Ah…"He breathed, jumping slightly when there was a long, slimy lick from something, jolting him enough to wake him up. "Ah, what the…"

Lifting up the sheets, he peeked under and saw that Menefer was stroking, licking his member that had been fed through the hole in the boxers and his pant zipper. "Menefer, w-what are you…"He said, watching him close his mouth over the head of it, drawing in a long suck that made Harley hiss.

"Aubbey…I missed you so much…"Menefer mumbled, running his tongue along the ridge underneath. "Let's do it again…"

"I-it? Menefer, I'm not Grandpa Au--Ooo…."Harley started, falling back onto his elbows. Oh God, when did a woman ever do that? Menefer was doing things with his mouth that would make the most experienced lover jealous…and him being possibly thousands of years old, he had the time to learn didn't he?

It was still wrong. "Ah, no…God Menefer…I'm not Auburn, I'm Harley!"He told him, grabbing his head and pulling it off. Menefer looked at him, a little bit of silva shining down his chin. In his eyes, he could tell that Menefer was not all there. He was moving and talking, but who he was seeing wasn't Harley. It was the twenty-something Auburn in Egypt and apparently, they were doing something naughty near the pyramids.

"I waited fifty-seven years…I'm not waiting anymore…"Menefer said, pointing to his chest. Harley heard a hard crackling noise like someone was tearing wood away from wood. Looking around, he saw that branches had started to grow from the headboard of his bed, forming hands at the ends and grabbing him by the wrists. They pulled his hands back, forcing him back onto the bed while Menefer climbed on top of him.

He didn't see because of the blanket, but the hallucinating, wizard-like man was down to just to the tunic shirt he was wearing. His legs were smooth and lean but as he straddled Harley's waist, he could feel some muscle.

"Menefer, what about Amonen?"Harley said, trying to pull Menefer out of trying to stretch himself out so they could start whatever the hazed man wanted to do to him.

"Amon..en?"Menefer paused, staring at him though his jade eyes narrowed. "He…is still a friend…"

"You don't want to hurt him then do you?"Harley said, pulling against the branches but they just coiled their fingers around him tighter.

Menefer paused again but removed his fingers from his ass and settled him self down on Harley's hips. "No…"He mumbled.

"Then think about what you're doing…"Harley said, though started to grind his teeth a little. He was so hard right now it hurt and it didn't help that Menefer's ass was right there, the skin of it brushing against it. The one on top of him paused but there was a smile that appeared on his lips that made him swallow.

"You know Aubbey…your Grandson reminds me of you so much…I like him…"Menefer said, leaning down slowly so they were staring eye to eye. "A lot…"He said lower, bringing his lips down to run along Harley's, his tongue slipping through and rolling around in his mouth. Harley felt a pressure down at his lower end, a tight warmth enveloping him that made him want to thrust upwards, Menefer gasping a little.

"Ahn, do that again!"Menefer said, sitting up. Harley found that he could move his arms the more that Menefer lost more concentration. Thrusting up, he made Menefer bounce again and again, slipping his hands from the branches and sitting up. Menefer held onto him as they rolled on the bed so Menefer was on the bottom and Harley was up on top, holding his thighs.

'I guess there's nothing I can do for now to snap him out of it…He's so gone right now, I think he might be seeing King Tut in a few minutes.'Harley thought as he leaned over, thrusting forward. Menefer moaned beneath him, his fingers raking up his naked back as he pushed his hips downward to meet Harley's thrusts.

"Ah Aub--Ha!"Menefer moaned, burying his face into Harley's neck, sinking his teeth into him as the Auburn Grendel clone brushed against the throbbing spot deep inside of him. Quick hard thrusts made it swell all the more and he arched as he could feel the pooling within his groin.

Another roll, Menefer rising and falling down on Harley's member, riding him until he felt himself swell painfully. Harley took Menefer's hard member in his hand, stroking until he felt a hard clench. "I'm c-coming!"He moaned, releasing onto Harley's chest as the member inside him released hotly.

Menefer flopped on top of him, breathing heavily and trembling. Harley lay there, not sure how to take the situation. He had just SLEPT with a thousand year old man, the same man who possibly slept with his Grandfather nearly sixty years ago. His lower eye twitched, Harley sitting up and gently removing his softened cock out of Menefer by lifting him up. Laying him back down on the bed, he shuffled out of his bedroom, heading to the bathroom and locking the door.

"What the hell…Gramps…What the hell did you get yourself into?"Harley said as he doubled over the sink, running the water to drown out the sounds of his frustration. Cleaning himself up of Menefer's liquids and his own, he zipped up his pants, heading out to the kitchen to make lunch.


It wasn't even fifteen minutes later that Amonen came out of the second bedroom, yawning and scratching the back of his dark head of hair. "Ugh…Is lunch ready? I'm starving."he yawned, stepping into the kitchen to peek.

"It's almost ready. It's just some sandwiches and chowder."Harley answered, looking over his shoulder. "You guys aren't picky about what you can eat are you?"

"No…I don't practice. I find pig delicious."Amonen said with a smirk. "Menefer might have a problem though. He could never handle sugar but I don't know about some other foods. He didn't really get to explore different imported foods in Egypt…"

"Too bad. He'll get to explore it here."Harley said, carrying three plates of sandwiches to the dining room table, then going back to dish out the chowder and setting it on the table. In each of these motions, Amonen noticed that he would slam each dish a little harder than the last.

"What's got your pants in a knot? And where's your shirt-sweater thing?"Amonen asked as he sat at the table.

"With my pride and sanity…In Egypt, did Menefer ever do anything…odd? Besides the visions or the freaky magic powers?"Harley asked, biting his lower lip and looking down at his sandwich.

Amonen stared, sitting down across from him with a narrowed gaze. "He went into your room again, didn't he? It's not surprising….The one picture Menefer kept of Auburn was his only connection despite the letters…You do look just like him. I would see that, because of the trauma he experienced, he would want to have Auburn there with him."He said, sitting back and crossing his arms. "Though, I would appreciate it if you did play along…"

"As much as the prospects of getting MANHANDLED by my own headboard is endearing really, I would rather help him get used to the idea that I am not my Grandfather…It already feels awkward enough to know that I slept with the same man my Grandfather slept with nearly sixty years ago."Harley shivered, going a little green in the face.

"Will you wait there just a second?"Amonen said as he slowly got up from the table and headed to the kitchen.

"I'm not going anywhere."Harley said lowly, frowning. He heard wrestling in the kitchen, perking up to see Amonen coming back into the dining room with a large carving knife and a sharpening block.

"What the hell?!"Harley said, jumping. "You tell me to help him but now you wanna hurt me?!"

"You slept with him. This, I cannot allow."Amonen said as he threw the sharpening block on the table. "Now come, so I can remove your man-parts and make you a eunuch."

"Aw hell no!"Harley said, putting a space between him and Amonen by moving to the other side of the couch.

"Aaammoonen….What's going on? Why is Harley being so loud?"Menefer whined, rubbing his eyes.

Amonen and Harley looked at each other, Amonen turning back to head into the kitchen with the knife behind his back. "Sorry Menefer…your bodyguard was acting like an angry doberman."Harley said with a frown. "Lunch is on the table…"

"Ooo? Yay? What is it?"Menefer said as he sat down in a chair at the head of the table, wincing a little uncomfortably as he set his bottom down. "My bottom hurts…"

Amonen came back from the kitchen, still wielding the knife behind his back but with a death glare to the American man. Harley put his hands up in innocence, Menefer looking confused. "Aren't you two going to sit down? Do your bottoms hurt too?"He asked as he poked at the sandwich a little. "Such an odd concoction…"

"We will soon as he puts that knife down form behind his fucking back."Harley said. "And giving me a death glare."

"Amonen, behave. This is his house, I don't know why your upset. Sit down."Menefer said, pointing to the seat to his right. Amonen, despite his muttering in his native language, went to put the knife away and sat down like an obedient puppy. Amonen really couldn't say no to Menefer. Harley mouthed a thank you and headed back to his bedroom to go put a shirt on.

When he came back, Menefer was still staring at his sandwich though Amonen had taken a big bite. ~*"It's good, you should eat."*~He coaxed.

~*"It looks funny…And some of this doesn't look cooked."*~Menefer mumbled, picking up the sandwich after observing Amonen and taking a tentative bite. He found it…alright but he didn't like the green thing in it, pulling it out and eating the rest of the sandwich. Harley sat down in an awkward silence.

"Yes, speak in gibberish that the stupid american can't understand…"He mumbled, breaking his sandwich in half and eating one part of it.

"Sorry, it's easier…"Amonen said with a mouthful of sandwich.

"Aubbey only taught me a few things…but they made me learn more to impress people…"Menefer mumbled, finishing off the rest of his sandwich.

'One could only wonder what else Gramps taught him…'Harley and Amonen thought, looking at each other and looking back down to their food.

"We can go visit him this evening…I need to go downstairs and get things ready for tomorrow."Harley said with a sigh. "Big day. Big opening."

"Opening?"Amonen and Menefer questioned.

"The downstairs is still a shop remember? I need to make some income as well somehow…so I'm selling the Antiques down there…If anybody wants them."Harley sighed.

"Can I look at them?"Menefer asked, smiling brightly. "I want to see what Aubbey has lying around…so I can learn more."

"How can you learn from someone else's junk?"Amonen asked as he sat back rubbing his stomach.

"You'll see."Menefer smiled, shrugging his shoulders again cutely before going to experience his first taste of clam chowder.


Downstairs, Harley was down on the floor dusting off some old vases his grandfather had kept on a high shelf. Looking at them, he admired some of the intricate china detail, turning it over to look at the bottom then into it. Menefer sat on the floor with him, sticking his arm in a jar and cleaning around the inside of it.

"You know, I didn't know Aubbey had such a thing for vases…many years ago, it was knives and tablets."Menefer said as he set the pot on his lap, closing his eyes and settling his hands on the side. "Oh but he was always very clumsy…"

"Huh?"Harley questioned, looking at the jar in Menefer's lap.

"It's a fake. This jar is a fake. Someone brought it in to him thinking it was a pot back from a long time ago…It was factory made and by some hairy man with a funny accent."Menefer pouted, putting it to the side. "Naive as always…Isis I miss him…"

"Well, I'll just sell it for less…How did you know that though?"Harley asked, picking up the pot and turning it over to look at the bottom. There was no label or anything, turning it back to set it down again.

"Another gift accompanied with a gift. Anything I touch, if I concentrate enough, I can see it's past…or someone's past with just a touch."Menefer said, reaching a hand out to Harley's hand. "Though, just touching someone like this without focusing is alright…though someone with a lot of emotion will sometimes force the memories onto me instead of the other way around…"

"What do you see when Amonen touches you?"Harley asked, noticing now that Amonen was peeking around from behind a piece of furniture.

"Glimpses…I can see into his heart…I know he means well but I can't return the affection he wants to show to me…It's not possible."Menefer frowned, setting the lid of the jar on and moving on to the next one.

"You could show him a little favoritism once in a while…"Harley said as he held up a much older-looking vase.

"Favoritism? What's that?"Menefer asked, his head raising.

"It's when you tend to lean towards one thing more than the other. Like…Choosing between your favorite snacks or toy when you were a kid. They were both the same but you liked one because it was your favorite color or your 'sign' or something…"Harley tried explaining. He thought of something, picking up two vases. "You have two vases, which one do you like the most?"

"Mmm…"Menefer mused, looking at both of them. "They're both very pretty…but I like the blue in that one better."He pointed.

"Then that's the one that you favor more. It happens with people too. Sometimes when two people do something good for you, you have to sometimes decide who to favor. Would it be the person who got you the blue vase, or the red one?"Harley nodded, setting them down again.

"But what does this have to do with Amonen?"Menefer probed.

"Sometimes…instead of focusing on Grandpa Auburn…why don't you give some attention to your buddy Amonen? He could probably use it."Harley said, glacing to see Amonen glaring daggers. The man wouldn't admit that he was jealous but Harley had seen it a hundred times amongst friends.

And not about fighting over some key to a god that they didn't know existed or not. However, Menefer was living proof that it might be true.

"I will…think about your suggestion."Menefer mumbled, picking up another pot and closing his eyes. "This isn't a fake..."