Title: Double Dupe
Author: Arimi
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU M/R
Disclaimer: If I had Rath, I would not be here right now.
Description: An AU of Meet the Dupes and a case of mistaken identity.

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" 'To Max. I'll always love you. Liz.' " Lonnie read the caption on the back of the picture that Rath found in Max's sock draw. The picture was of a cute brunnet with doe like eyes and a sweet innocent smile, very plain Jane, but cute.

"Liz...." Rath repeated as he took the picture from Lonnie and look at it again.

"She ain't got nothin' goin' on," Lonnie said casually in her thick New York accent.

"Yeah, well, I'd do her." Rath commented with a smirk. But at this moment he was hornier than a teenage boy finding his father’s stash of porn. The long drive from New York to Roswell with Ava in the backseat made it difficult for him to get with Lonnie. He liked having an audience but Ava would bitch at them for being too loud. She was fuck’n cramping their style just because she ain’t got none, but Rath knew how to share.

"Fine. Do her, but don't kill her. What we're doin' here is important. Don't screw it up," Lonnie stated as they heard a voice calling from outside of Max's door.

Before the door opened, Rath jumped on the bed and slid to the other side, hiding himself. He got off the floor, peaked over the bed and raised his hand to blast the person who entered the room. He saw an older man talking to Lonnie as if he knew her. That's his bitch, she can always handle herself. Scooting closer to hear what Lonnie and the old fart were talking about his knee hit a box that was under the bed. He fished the box out to see it filled with pictures and papers. Max the sentimental wussy king, keeping love notes from his bitch, Rath laughed at the thought of Lonnie writing him a love letter. All Lonnie needed to do was wiggle her ass and they were getting it on! Rath didn’t need this bullshit.

He took a handful and started shuffling through them. Liz, Liz, Liz and Max… Lonnie’s dupe and Max…. whoa! Who’s the mo-fo hottie! Rath flipped the picture around and nothing. He searched through the rest pictures and found another one, but she looked different, her hair was short. Although she looked younger with the short hair he knew it was her, how could he miss those lips. She had her arm around Max’s boring ho, both wearing a waitress uniform with antenna balls. He flipped the picture over and read ‘Liz and Maria, ’99.’

Maria. Now that girl definetly got it goin' on. Just looking at her picture was causing some major space problems in his jeans. Thanks goodness for commando. He flipped through a couple more pictures and found one of her with a group of people. He noticed that his dupe’s arms were around her waist as her hand was placed on his chest and a quizziness formed in his stomach. He angrily threw the pictures in the box and got up to join Lonnie.

Yeah, that bitch wants a piece of him.
***

He spotted her right away. She was facing the lockers, but he still could see a third of her face and that hair was a dead give away. What' up with these boring pricks in Alien-ville. They have no style, boring brown hair, boring clothing, but he gotta admit, she had a tight little ass.

"Whassup? You look tight," Rath whispered as he snuck up on Liz.

"Excuse me? Did...oh, my God, Michael! What is with your hair?" Liz rambled as the turned around to see a freaky-looking Michael in front of her.

He smirked at her remark; he always had the ability, to surprise people, keeping them on their feet. And he loved it, thrived on it!
***

Maria rounded the corner to see Liz talking to a strange guy. She had never seen him before; she would definitely recognize someone who dressed that badly. What’s up with that Mohawk? Liz didn’t look too comfortable talking to the person, her face contorted in all different ways making weird facial expressions. She had to do something to help her friend.

Maria straightened her shoulders, hung her head high, and marched towards Liz and the weird guy.

“Hey Liz!-” she yelled. Two heads turned to her direction and her mouth dropped, “Oh My GOD! Miiicchhhhh-”

Before Maria could make another sound, Rath wrapped his arm round waist and press her tiny body against his larger frame. He took a lingering look into her green eyes and understood why his dupe had a thing for this babe. She was totally fuck-able, wearing a short and tight dress that left nothing to the imagination. The look in her eyes amused him, most girls feared him, like Liz did, but he could tell that Maria was nothing like Liz. He dropped his eyes and drank in Maria’s overly pouty lips. Rath slowly snaked out this tongue and slowly licked her bottom lip. He continued to open his mouth and kissed her hard, running his tongue along hers, only slowing down to nibble on her bottom lip.

She looked at him with half closed eyes. Was this her Michael? They’ve been off and on, it was hard to tell. Their relationship had always been passionate, but Michael would have never so publicly kissed her in that way except for that one time during sophomore year. But the person before her with the piercing, tattoos, and Mohawk! Mohawk?

She half-heartedly tried to push him away, but he kept her close with his arms still holding her tightly, Maria turned to see an awestruck Liz looking at them.

“Liz, ahm… we’ll talk about this later. K?” was all she said as she took Rath’s hand and led him towards the eraser room door. The hall had emptied as all the other students went to class before the tardy bell rang, so only the dumbfounded Liz was left to see the door close behind the couple.

As soon as the door closed Rath pinned Maria against it and with a wave of his hand, he locked the door, without taking his eyes off of her. She took a long look into his eyes, not knowing what to expect, but anticipating the best. All she saw was an animalistic passion and hunger.

“Michael-” was the only word that was heard as Rath muffled her mouth his own. She was lost in his kisses. He was devouring her mouth with such urgency that she was having a hard time breathing and his tongue ring was added to that sensation. His hands were anything but gentle as they were running up and down the small of her back and mauling her cheeks. He used his other hand to lift her leg so she could wrap it around his waist. In this position, it was easy for him to show her how turned on he was, which was evident as he rubbed against her.

Maria was only able to breathe when Rath went south and started to nibble on her neck and collarbone causing her blood to raise a few more degrees.

“Michael-” she said breathlessly, “-what’s going on? Why are you dressed like that?”

Rath took his mouth away from her neck and looked intensely at her, “Shhhhhhhhhh…” he whispered in her mouth, “-you talk too much,” and started kissing her again. Taking one strong hand, he lifted her up so both legs could wrap around his middle as his other hand held her close to him. He had full advantage with her in that position; she was wearing a dress that was now bunched up above her waist. His hand rubbed the full nakedness of her leg and ass cheek, pushing her harder against him to add pressure to his already hard erection. Rath finally placed her on the huge janitor sized sink as her hand snaked down to unbutton his jeans.

He backed up just a bit so she could have better access as his hand cupped her ass cheek. Moving her thong to the side, he ran a finger up and down her slit. Her breathing got heavier as he slipped his finger in, which only made her grip firmer around his cock. Rath tried to add another finger but was hindered by her thong. She whimpered as he slowly took his finger out and waved his hand. Going in for the kill, he attacked her mouth while adding two fingers without any trouble.

He broke away from the kiss and commented, “Ain’t this shit better then dumb ass school?”

Maria’s face took a sudden change, she pushed him away and she hopped off the sink. Rath turned to grab her back into his arms but was pushed away. For a small girl, she had a lot of spunk, he liked that!

“"Whassup, Babe! I thought we were kickin' it,” he said with a smirk.

Maria hurriedly tried to straighten her clothing and hair; then gave him a devilish smile and look. She pressed up as close as possible, without causing any more trouble. “I’m late for my test, no thanks to you” she said softly while placing kisses on his neck. “I have no idea what's going on with you. And this! So we’ll talk and finish this later tonight, ok? I promise it'll be good!” she stated as she kissed him hard, almost taking the wind out of him.

He wasn’t going to let go of her that easily. He pushed her back trying to pin her against the door, but she was too quick. She unlocked and opened the door and slipped out before he could grab her again.

“Epic!” Rath smirked triumphantly as he zipped up his jeans and licked his fingers clean.
***

Running out of the door, Maria couldn’t get rid of the stupid grin on her face until she ran head on to an unmovable object. Her books scattered in all directions when she lost her balance and fell on the floor. Quickly kneeling, she picked up her books so she could get to her class before it was too late to take her test. Reaching for her history book she finally noticed the pair of worn Doc Martins in front of her. Slowly looking up, she saw a very pissed-off Michael.

“What’s the matter with you?” Michael asked sternly.

But the surprised look on her face shocked him even more. She looked energized, on edge and sexy.

She was speechless. She didn’t know what to make of it. Was she seeing double? Maria looked behind Michael to see another Michael leaving the eraser room, stuffing a blackish material into his pants pocket. He winked then rolled his pierced tongue out to wave 'bye'.

It was Michael’s voice that brought her back from her daze. “Maria?” Michael questioned loudly.

Quickly Maria moved her hand to her mouth to stiffle her shock as she looked at Michael with big eyes. She muffled something about being late for a test as she scampered away, distancing herself from him.

Michael stood in the middle of the hallway scratching his eyebrow in confusion of the blonde one; he could never quite figure her out. Looking around, he found the closest restroom. He needed to release some tension; damnit, she always did this to him and damn those teenage hormones.
***

Clutching her book as close to her body, Maria was relieved to find an empty bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she was blushing profusely realizing that her underwear was missing.

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