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 STRANGE TAILS Mike

   Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com
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   Please do not reproduce on any website without permission.  This story
has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

   ONE

   In February one year ago, Michael Paré had a public quarrel with his
then girlfriend who accused him of being a cold and thoughtless son of a
bitch.  The row ended with her slapping him in front of the guests at a
party and pushing him into the pool.  If that wasn't uncomfortable enough,
Mike wasn't wearing any underwear underneath his white pants so it was
quite a sight when he climbed out of the pool, the wet fabric clinging to
every contour and bulge of his lower body as the material became very
see-through.  While a lesser man would run for cover, Mike merely pushed
the wet trousers down his wellmuscled legs and calmly walked bare-assed
into the house.  As he was calmly looking for some towel to cover his
nakedness, however, he stumbled upon the birthday girl herself looking for
a can of Coke in the kitchen.  She had retreated from the party to get a
drink, but five minutes later, Mike had charmed and seduced her into
bending over the dining table so that he would give her a birthday present
to remember.  It was a most enjoyable experience, especially when his
girlfriend stumbled upon him doggy-style spearing his cock into his
seventeen-year old conquest's cunt.

   As he shot his load into that delicious pussy, he looked at his
girlfriend and grinned.  "It looks like I know the perfect birthday gift
for your daughter after all," he told her as he pulled up his pants before
the stunned woman and walked away from her and her stunned daughter.

   Mike was a man who could persuade a nun to sin but those who knew him
suspected that he was a heartless man who cared only for his own pleasures.
Therefore, it was a surprise to them when Mike fell in love and married
before the year was out.

   Mike's easy way with his grin and his ease with his body also allowed
him to break the ice with strangers easily.  But while this got him laid on
a regular basis, he never had anyone touched him as deeply as his platonic
relationship with William Gutiérrez.

   At the end of May, eight months ago, his good friend Willie was
transferred to Bucharest, where he would remain for a year as he helped his
company set up a branch in that city.  Mike knew this for a few weeks now
but he was somewhat living in denial about the matter until Willie asked
him that day to do him a favor.  "Please drop by and feed my goldfish.  I
would ask my neighbor but he is a forgetful idiot," Willie said and smiled
in that charming way of his whenever he wanted to get someone to do him a
favor.  Willie could be as charming as Mike if the man wanted to.  Mike
took the key Willie pressed into his hand, and that was when he finally
realized that he would not be seeing Willie for at least year.  Willie
would be leaving the next day.  An icy heaviness seemed to squeeze Mike's
heart as he watched Willie clear his worktable.

   They were unlikely good friends.  Willie was twenty-five to Mike's
thirty-six and there were a vast gulf of differences between them in terms
of the experiences they had in life.  Mike had served in Iraq as a soldier
and later did many things he wouldn't say he was proud of as an
intelligence field agent.  Willie was, in contrast, always in the rat race,
aiming to be rich before he turned forty and knowing much more about
computers and stuff while Mike's only use for the computer were searching
for free porn and emailing people when he was too lazy to call them up over
the phone.

   Perhaps it was fated that they would meet that day.  Mike remembered the
date when they first met - June the eighth in year 2004 - and every detail
of their encounter like it happened only yesterday.  They were two
strangers who happened to be working in different offices on the same
office block.  They were two strangers who happened to step into an
elevator that broke down nearly as soon as the doors closed on them.  In
the two hours of darkness, they began to talk.  At first their conversation
was just awkward stabs at trying to fill the silence.  Mike didn't know how
it happened, but they soon began talking more comfortably and even
laughing. They agreed and disagreed equally in anything and everything they
could talk about - popular culture, politics, world affairs, economy, sex,
and even lousy exes.  When the maintenance crew opened the elevator doors,
Mike found himself telling Willie, "I want to see you again."

   "I'm gay.  Maybe you should clarify what you mean so that I won't
misunderstand your intention," Willie said with a teasing smile.  "That
sentence can mean many things to a gay man, especially when it's coming
from a good-looking hunk."

   That was how Mike knew of Willie's sexual preferences.  "I want to talk
to you some more.  I bet I can make you agree with me about the brilliance
of the Beatles."

   If Willie was disappointed that Mike wasn't asking for a date - and Mike
was an old hand in letting gay men down easy and gently when they assumed
that he was as attracted to them as they were to him - he didn't show it.
His smile, in fact, blossomed wider as he told Mike, "My number's in the
office directory.  Give me a buzz if you're going for lunch and I'll see if
I can join you."

   Remembering how they had laughed and argued in the months since that
day, Mike didn't want to face a year without a friend to laugh with.  He
rarely had any close friends, since he was always on the move and friends
were rare luxury in a field of work where any day could be his last.  He
had acquaintances, colleagues, fuck buddies, and a few relatives that he
bothered to keep in touch with, but he had no one who knew him as much as
Willie.  Willie was considerably younger than Mike yet their disparate
experiences meant only more discussions and arguments that had Mike
laughing and cursing with an ease that he never experienced before.

   And now Willie was leaving him.  A year seemed too long to endure, not
when he had waited a lifetime to know a friendship that made his life
seemed considerably less empty.  It was the least Mike could do to agree to
drop by daily in the evenings to feed the fish.  All day long he couldn't
concentrate on his paperwork.  Words on the report he was working on
blurred before his eyes until he had to wipe angrily away at the tears
welling in his eyes.  He had survived gunshots and wounds that nearly took
his life, he had laughed and faced armed enemies with bravado, but now he
was reduced into an emotional mess due to emotions that he had never
experienced before all his life confusing him and making him want to beg
Willie not to leave him.  It was crazy.  He could still email Willie.  He
could still call Willie.  But he was so, so afraid that Willie would find
another friend, someone younger and had more similar interests to him than
Mike, and Mike would have to return to his old life.  Now that he knew what
it felt like to have someone to talk to or just be silent with on evenings
when he just wanted to be with another human being that he could relate to,
going back to his solitary life of meaningless short sexual affairs and
superficial acquaintances was too painful to consider.

   He needed to talk to Willie one last time.  He had to see that man one
more time before Willie left this country.

   "No, please, don't come find me," Willie had insisted yesterday evening
when Mike called and suggested that he followed Willie to the airport
today. Maybe they could have dinner together before Willie left.  Willie
however was not keen on the idea.  "It's just a silly superstition on my
part, but I don't want to say goodbye to the people I know, Mike.  After
all, I'm not really gone, am I?  There's the phone, of course, and the
MSN..."

   But he had to see Willie.  Mike was struck with an urgent need to talk
face-to-face with Willie one last time before his friend moved out of his
life for a year that he decided to be selfish and drop by unannounced at
Willie's apartment.  He hoped Willie would understand when he pounded on
the door and called Willie's name urgently.

   What he didn't expect was the woman who answered the door.

   The resemblance to Willie was obvious - she had Willie's beautiful brown
eyes that reminded Mike of exotic pebbles he'd once seen in a secluded
riverbed in an untouched area of the Amazon basin.  The elegant facial
bones were the same, although this woman's face was unmistakably feminine
and beautiful as Willie's face was starkly handsome and aristocratic. 
Those full lips were similar, although while Willie's lips were still
unmistakably masculine, hers were tempting and made for tempestuous kisses.
Just looking at her face caused Mike's cock to harden.

   She looked stunned to see Mike.

   "I'm Michael Paré.  I'm Willie's friend.  I'd like to tell him goodbye
personally before he leaves for Bucharest.  Can I see him?"

   "I..." The woman had a soft yet sensual voice that teased at Mike's
senses.  He had to control himself or he would be so consumed by the animal
lust threatening to override his sense that he would pin her against a wall
and fuck her if he didn't control himself.  "Willie's plane... he..." She
shook her head as if to steady her thoughts.  Mike noticed how her nipples
were evidently erect, poking against the fabric of her blouse, and wondered
whether she was feeling the same primal attraction as he was.  "His
schedule was changed at the last minute and his plane would leave much
earlier than he anticipated."

   Mike felt ice cut through his heart.  "He's gone?"

   The woman nodded.  Her eyes glistened and Mike thought he could see his
grief reflected in those mysterious yet alluring depths.  Did she
understand how he was feeling?  How intriguing.  "Who are you?" he asked
softly.  He had to know.

   "I'm Levy, Willie's sister.  He said I could use his place while he is
away."

   Of course, Mike thought to himself.  This woman was Willie's sister. 
That explained her strikingly similar physical resemblance to his dearest
friend.  "Can I come in?" he asked her, looking at her and knowing that his
anguish, which he didn't understand himself, was written plainly on his
face for her to see.  "I don't want to be alone anymore," he whispered.

   That was how he met Levy Gutiérrez, the woman who would destroy his
life.



   TWO

   Later

   Michael Paré's heart beat on its own accord, merely to keep him alive,
and he forgot about having a heart since his wife Levy vanished from his
life nine months ago.  But he was forcefully reminded of its existence when
it began pounding fast and hard the moment he thought he saw William
Gutiérrez purchasing a magazine from a newsstand across the street.

   "Willie!" he shouted as his feet moved on their own accord.  "Willie!"
He began running across the street.  It was his well-honed reflexes from
his days in the army that prevented him from being hit by traffic since his
eyes were focused only on the man he had called once and still considered
his best friend.  A car stopped just in time to avoid hitting him.  As the
enraged driver cursed foully at Mike, the man on instinct merely placed on
hand on the hood of the car and elegantly somersaulted across it.  His feet
landed on the hood of a moving car that stopped when the startled driver
saw Mike landed on her hood.  Mike kept running as if nothing had happened.
"Willie!" he called again, this time in urgent despair as he saw the man -
yes, it was really Willie - turned to gasp visibly at the sight of Mike
running towards him.  "Willie, don't!" Mike now screamed as Willie began to
run.

   Mike in his agitated condition didn't wonder why a man he considered one
of his very few best friends was fleeing from him as if Mike was a
terrifying monster.  Instead, he gave chase, fury burning in his heart that
not only did his wife left him without a word, now a man he had allowed to
get inside his heart was fleeing from him as well.  What the fuck was going
on?

   Willie gave a panicked cry when he found himself in a dead end.  Good,
Mike thought as he only increased his speed.  Willie looked around
frantically for a way out.  But there was no way to escape Mike when he had
his eyes on his target.  Mike was about six feet from Willie when his feet
left the ground.  Willie was thrown heavily against the wall blocking his
escape as Mike's weight crashed onto him.

   Mike grabbed Willie's wrists and pressed them hard against the wall as
he used his body to pin the rest of the wall against the wall.  His breath
was warm as his lips were less than an inch away from Willie's.  "Hello,
Willie," Mike whispered in a low savage voice.  "Where is my wife?"

   Willie said something but Mike couldn't hear a word the other man was
saying over the roaring of the blood surging in his veins and the deafening
beating of his heart.  Awareness of how his body was pressing against a
tightly-muscled body surged through him, causing his cock to begin swelling
in his pants as he involuntarily ground his increasingly filling erection
against the bulge in Willie's pants.  Mike could smell the cologne on
Willie's body, and he thought he could even smell the very essence of the
man.  His body was on fire as he moaned and moved his lower body in an
urgent circular grinding motion while rubbing his erection against Willie's
cock and thighs.  Willie was responding to Mike's raw masculinity despite
his obvious fear - his own cock was soon obviously hard as a rock as they
began making short thrusting motions with their hips at each other.

   Mike didn't fully understand what was happening to him.  Willie had
always been his good friend as long as he knew that man and there was never
any sexual attraction between them... until now, when just touching Willie
made Mike burn with immediate desire.  The last time he was so short of
control over his libido when he was with Levy, his beloved wife... the
sister of his best friend who he now burned to plunge his cock into.  He
loved Levy with every fiber of his being, so now his physical betrayal of
her should make him burn with guilt.  But instead, he burned with need.

   Willie gave a raw sound of anguish like a man in defeat.  Yet he only
lifted his hips so that he could wrap them around Mike's waist.  Mike
roughly pulled Willie's jeans down the man's well-muscled legs and tore the
man's briefs into useless shredded fabrics in his urgency.  His own jeans
and boxers fell around his ankles as he stepped out of them.  And then his
throbbing dick was forcing its thick length up Willie's tight asshole,
filling it completely.

   Only when his cock was completely sheathed in Willie's beautiful body
did Mike opened his eyes in shock.  He stared into Willie's pained eyes as
he tried to steady his harsh breathing.  He had been in this asshole many
times before.  Yet, this was only the first time he fucked Willie... no, it
wasn't.  His body recognized Willie's, which was why Mike exploded in
desire the moment the touched the man.

   "Levy," he whispered as he looked at Willie.  "You're Levy!"

   But... how could that be?  How was it even possible?  But Mike was
beyond rational thoughts as Willie's ass gripped his cock like a muscular
vise of heat and erotic wetness.  All he could do was to surrender to the
primal call of his hormones.  He drove his cock into Willie's ass again and
again, roughly until Willie cried out in pleasure-pain and clawed at Mike's
back until he felt his skin tear.  As several thin trails of blood began
seeping down his naked back, he poured his load into that hot sweet ass.



   "Tiresias, the ancient seer, was turned by the goddess Hera into a woman
as a punishment for hitting a female snake while she was mating with her
mate.  Tiresias, now a woman, became a courtesan of great renown.  After
seven years, the goddess asked Tiresias to settle a debate she had with her
husband Zeus.  Zeus claimed that a woman experienced greater pleasure in
sex than a man while Hera said otherwise.  Having been both a woman and a
man, Tiresias was asked to settle the debate.  He told the two gods that
Zeus was right.  Enraged, Hera not only blinded Tiresias but cursed that
all his descendants would live both as a man and a woman." Willie, lying
naked on his stomach, turned to look at Mike.  "Tiresias' curse lived on
for centuries.  I was born male but every three hundred days I would
change."

   "You told me you were sent to Sweden by your employer," said Mike,
quickly doing the math in his head.  It all made sense now if he assumed
that Willie was telling the truth.

   Willie left about eight months after they first met.  Three months later
Mike visited Willie's apartment one evening to feed Willie's fish like he
often would.  He found a beautiful woman there who introduced herself as
Levy, Willie's sister.  He thought her the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen.  His cock was an iron-hard steel of lust-hardened male flesh in his
shorts as he flirted with her while he made excuses to stay in the
apartment a little longer.  She wanted him to leave - she seemed nervous
about his presence.  Well, she wasn't nervous, eager as hell in fact, when
Mike set to work at seducing her with his words and smile.  He mounted her
on Willie's bed that night.  That whole night of wild unbridled fucking had
Mike realizing that Levy was a superb fuck that he would want to possess
again.  Two weeks after their first meet he realized that she was
everything he wanted in a woman and proposed to her.

   "You didn't even attend our wedding.  I was so hurt," Mike said.

   Willie placed his hand on Mike's muscular left pectoral.  "I didn't want
to be anything more than friends with you.  You weren't supposed to meet
Levy and I would just come back here once I became Willie again.  But I
have always been attracted to you and you are that irrevocably straight guy
who always has an eye for women.  Damn it to hell, when you looked at me as
Levy in your eyes like you wanted me so badly, I lost my mind."

   "You didn't.  You married me." Mike didn't know what to believe, but he
decided that he would think about this matter in the morning, when his mind
was calmer and more capable of rational thinking.  Right now, he had Willie
back in his life.  Even if Willie was talking crazy, he was here in Mike's
life again and that was enough for now.  If Willie was lying to protect
Levy's whereabouts from him, well, now that he knew Willie's weakness for
Mike's cock, Mike was confident that he would soon find out where Levy was
after a few more rounds of sex games with Willie.

   He held Willie in his arms and considered the future as Willie snored
softly in his arms.  He found it hard to believe Willie's story about him
changing his sex every three hundred years but Mike didn't worry too much
about that story now.  If Levy was out there hiding from him, he'd find her
now that he had Willie.  He loved her.  She had his heart in her hands. 
Even now that she had broken it by leaving him without a word, he wanted
her back.  How could he not, for she was the other half of his soul?



   "Do you want me to leave?" Willie asked.

   Mike put down the glass of apple juice that he was about to take a sip
from.  "No," he said.  "Do you want to leave?" he asked Willie in turn.

   Mike woke up that morning at seven like he always did and wondered
whether the night before was a dream.  But the sweet scent of freshly
cooked eggs and ham soon alerted him to the fact that everything was real.
He had always awakened every morning to this same scent when Levy was in
his life... he sat up in bed, alert now.  Perhaps Willie was taught by Levy
to prepare breakfast.  After all, didn't all eggs and ham smell the same?

   Didn't all assholes felt the same?

   But it wasn't just the intimate physical contact that made Mike want to
believe Willie's story, implausible as it was.  Now that Willie had told
that story to Mike, Mike now could see clearly things he didn't grasp in
the past.  No wonder he fell in love with Levy so easily - the way she
talked to Mike and behaved with him around was so similar to Willie that
Mike fell like a rock as a result.  She was his closest friend and with her
being a woman, Mike dared to breach the one barrier that he couldn't with
Willie.  Levy was obviously a virgin when Mike fucked her for the first
time, but just as he breached her maidenhead, she breached the last
defenses of his heart with her willingness to give her body to him as well
as her friendship.  She filled up the one last empty place in Mike's heart
that allowed Mike to at last love another human being.

   "I don't want to leave," Willie answered, bringing Mike from his
thoughts and back into the present day.  "I never should have let you fuck
me but I wanted so badly to know what it was like to be your lover that I
decided to take the risk.  My plan was to leave you before it was time for
me to change back from Levy to Willie."

   "Why didn't you tell me this from the start?" Mike asked in frustration.


   "Would you believe me?" asked Willie in response.  "Do you believe me
now?"

   Mike sat down and took a bite from the breakfast Willie had prepared. 
It was exactly what Levy would prepare.  "My brain is still not sure," he
confessed, "but my body believes you."

   "I am telling the truth," Willie said in frustration.  "Levy's my middle
name.  I'm your best friend as well as your wife."

   Mike nodded.  "I believe you, Willie," he said, knowing as he did then
that he meant it.  He didn't have the facts but his body cried out for
Willie's touch just as he was already feeling the peace settling back
inside his soul the way he felt calm in his heart when he had Willie and
later Levy in his life.  Still, he wasn't the smartest man by any long shot
so he looked at Willie's face, a masculine version of beauty just as Levy's
face was Mike's feminine ideal of beauty, and asked honestly, "So what do
we do now?"

   "What do you want from me, Mike?"

   "I want you.  I want Levy." Mike smiled.  "And now I have the both of
you.  Do I need anything else?"

   Willie chuckled, his nervousness obviously placated by Mike's cocky
words.  "I am actually a freelance writer, obviously because I need to work
alone," he said.  "That is the only lie that I told you, not counting the
job transfer to Bucharest.  I've been doing this for a long time now and
I've never been caught.  I have ID's and passports for both my male and
female identities." He looked into Mike's eyes as he lowered himself on one
knee before Mike.  "It is hell when I'm away from you.  If you still want
me, Mike, knowing what I am, I'm willing to be your best friend as Willie
and your wife as Levy."

   Mike laughed as he lifted Willie into his arms.  "Welcome home then,
wife," he said as he moved in for a kiss.  One hand was already working on
the sash around Willie's robe as Mike used his other hand to pull Willie's
head down for their lips and tongue to meet and mate.  That hand soon had
the robe flutter down to the floor to join the Mike's boxers before the
second finger expertly penetrated and explored Willie's tight ass.  As the
middle finger joined the second finger, Willie moaned as he felt his
sphincter being stretched to a deliciously pleasurable extent.

   "You've done this with a man before, haven't you?" Willie gasped as
those two fingers knew exactly how to hit all those sensitive spots in his
ass to make Willie tremble with pleasure.

   Mike chuckled.  "I've fucked you in the ass so many times before, love,
when you are Levy, remember?" He grinned as Willie arched his back and
thrust his cock upwards so that the cock was moving up and down along
Mike's washboard stomach.  "Okay, I fucked a man's ass before," he
confessed in between hungry kisses.  "It was about ten years ago.  A gay
friend asked me whether I could just dance in a sexy way for his friend's
birthday party because the stripper he hired didn't show up.  So I did.  I
drank too much, things got wild, and I ended up fucking all sixteen men
that showed up.  I didn't know much about a man's ass then but I discovered
that I had good instincts in knowing just how to make them go wild."

   "I'd bet!" Willie said through gritted teeth as he felt Mike's cock
started to penetrate his ass.  Oh yes, Mike was good.

   Mike took it slow for now, eager to learn and explore Willie's body.  He
knew Levy's body like it was his own, having fucked the mouth, pussy, and
asshole of his wife so many times.  Now he wanted to discover his wife one
more time, this time as a man sleeping with another man.  There had no been
no other man since he fucked those guys at that birthday party ten or so
years ago, so while his skill in male buggery might not be as polished as
his skill with the opposite sex, he was eager to explore and discover
Willie's pleasure points.  Later, as he had drawn every pleasure from
Willie's body, he lay back and lifted his legs high for Willie to deflower
his virgin asshole.  By the time morning rolled in and Mike had to call in
sick so that he didn't have to leave Willie so soon after he had found his
other half of his soul back, he had been completely whole again.



   EPILOGUE

   The cabana boy noticed the couple right away when they showed up at the
hotel.  The man was tall and muscular, his rugged masculine good looks a
contrast to the many pampered faces of the rich and famous that frequented
the very exclusive and expensive hotel.  This man was accompanied by a
strikingly beautiful woman who looked like an actress from those old
Hollywood movies from the golden era.  A talk with Levy who checked them in
revealed that the man was an employee of a man named Julian McMahon and Mr
McMahon had allowed this man to reserve a suite under Mr McMahon's account
with the hotel.  The man, one Michael Paré, had casually mentioned that he
and his wife Levy are on their second honeymoon.

   The cabana boy saw them that night in the pool when it was closed and no
one was supposed to be around.  He was cleaning up quietly when he saw
Michael Paré laughed quietly as he led his wife into the pool through the
hidden gate known only to the guests that were close to the owner and
manager of the hotel Christian Bale.  The staff also knew of the gate, of
course, although no one dared to use the pool without Mr Bale's permission.
He was about to leave when he was rooted on the spot, struck into awe at
the sight of Michael Paré's stunningly nude body that could put any Greek
statue to shame.  He gasped too when he saw Levy stepped into the light, as
nude as her husband.  He slipped away when the husband mounted the wife,
their moans of ecstasy echoing in his ears and mind as he left those two to
their privacy.

   For the next few days, it was agreed among the staff that the Parés were
easily the most attractive couple they have had as guests in a while. 
Those two became infamous on their second day stay when Michael all but
penetrated his wife in the beach in front of the other beach visitors as
the man took his time to massage sunscreen onto his wife's back.  He was
clad only in tight low-riding white swim trunks (it did not go unnoticed
that Michael favored white clothes) and as he rubbed his hands sensually
over his wife's back, the front of those swim trucks tented out to the
point that he was in danger of popping out of those trunks.  As if to
protect his own modesty, he lowered his crotch against the junction of his
wife's thighs as he continued pleasuring her with his hands, whispering
sweet nothings in her ears until his cock was pressed so tightly against
the narrow strip of black material that guarded her cunt that they might as
well be fucking.  When they finally decided to retreat to their room,
Michael got on his feet and there was a clear large wet patch at the front
of his massively bulging trunks, making the thick cock crown of his
obscenely visible to onlookers.  The "Do not disturb" sign remained on the
doorknob of their room for the rest of their stay.  Judging from their
obvious desire for each other, the Parés' isolation did not surprise the
staff.

   But to the surprise to the night staff manning the hotel on the fifth
day of the Parés' stay, Michael Paré came to the reception to check out not
with his beautiful wife but a very handsome man by his side.  This man
looked quite similar to Levy, prompting some to speculate that he was
somehow related to her.  Just as Michael had finished signing the necessary
documents to check out of the hotel, he turned to the handsome mysterious
man by his side and said, "I love you." He then kissed the mysterious man
right in the mouth in his joy and the man kissed Michael back just as hard.

   The Parés never returned to the hotel, so the staff had to be content
with speculations about the mysterious disappearance of the wife and the
appearance of this strange handsome stranger.

   Meanwhile, some of Michael's neighbors began gossiping about the fact
that he might be having an affair with two siblings without the brother and
the sister knowing about it because Michael clearly lived with a lover. 
Some had seen a woman with him while others spot Michael with a man.  If
anyone bothered to compare notes, they would realize that Michael was seen
alternating between the man and the woman every ten months.

   Both Michael and his love, who he called Willie or Levy depending on his
lover's gender, were amused by the speculations although they soon took
precautions by staying at Michael's place only when Levy made her
appearance or at Willie's place when Levy became Willie.  Michael loved
both equally since they were the same person.  Soon into their new life
together, they were looking into the possibly of creating their first child
via in-vitro fertilization of his sperm with Levy's egg and finding a
surrogate mother to aid them in the process.

   For every moment when he held William Levy Gutiérrez in his arms, for
every kiss they shared, for every moment of silence or laughter or even
fighting they had together, for every time he pumped his load into his
lover as they both came in a harsh and wonderful climax, Michael Paré
thought he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world and he couldn't
think of any way his life could be better.