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Alexander Belmonte
"Relax, I just want to take your picture."
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by Saviarre
Description
So begins...
Alexander Belmonte's Story
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The weather was perfect – neither too warm nor too cool. The blue sky was marred only by the occasional puffy white cloud, but otherwise, Alex couldn’t have asked for a better day for a photoshoot. Now, all he needed was his subject. As he sat on the bench near the fountain in the West Gardens, he checked his bag once more to make sure he’d brought everything. Captain Morgan and Coke to lower Lukas’ inhibitions. Baby oil. Other items of a less than innocent nature. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Alex waited, running his hands together in anticipation. It would be today. He was sure of it.
As the shuffling footsteps approached, Alex looked up with a big grin, but then he saw Oliver and his smile faltered. “Oh, Lukas, I didn’t realize you were bringing him.” He frowned for a moment before waving his hand dismissively. “No matter, no matter. Oliver, it is good to see you again.” He stood from the bench, throwing the strap to his camera bag over his shoulder. “You look like you’re doing better. Lukas has been keeping me updated on your progress.”
He stepped forward to squint into Lukas’ face, reaching a hand out to run his fingertips lightly beneath Lukas’ eyes. “Hmmf. You look tired.” There was exasperation in his tone. “And stressed. That is not going to do.” Gesturing to the bench, he let out one gruff word. “Sit.” Digging into his bag, he pulled out a compact. “I know you hate the makeup, but I simply can’t have you looking like hell. Not for this shoot.”
He stepped forward to squint into Lukas’ face, reaching a hand out to run his fingertips lightly beneath Lukas’ eyes. “Hmmf. You look tired.” There was exasperation in his tone. “And stressed. That is not going to do.” Gesturing to the bench, he let out one gruff word. “Sit.” Digging into his bag, he pulled out a compact. “I know you hate the makeup, but I simply can’t have you looking like hell. Not for this shoot.”
Glancing over toward Oliver, Alex tightened his lips very slightly as he leaned in close to Lukas, dabbing the powder beneath his eyes carefully. “Indeed, he is handsome.” Alexander agreed, nodding before grabbing Lukas’ chin between his thumb and finger, tilting his head this way and that. “Beautiful, even,” he continued, his voice lowering slightly, a bit huskier than previously. Clearing his throat, he released Lukas’ chin and grinned at Oliver. “You know, the second I saw him, I knew I wanted him….” He paused there, just slightly. “… as a model. He’s got excellent bones, and his build is terrific. Great lines. And such a face!” He patted Lukas on the cheek before turning and rooting through his bag. How well could he pull this off? Not that it mattered anymore. Lukas had brought along his lover. Back turned, Alex scowled down into the bag, mentally cursing his luck. It would have worked! He was sure of it. The tension between Alex and Lukas had been thick the last photoshoot. He was certain that all he needed was to get Lukas to lower his inhibitions just that little bit more, and he would have had him.
Damn his luck!
He made a show of rooting around in the bag for a few moments before pausing and then rooting around more frantically, muttering to himself. “Oh no! No!” Finally, he turned around. “I think I, ah, forgot the, ah, costume.” On purpose. He pretended to study Lukas’ wardrobe closely. “We can work with this. What do you have on beneath the jeans?”
Damn his luck!
He made a show of rooting around in the bag for a few moments before pausing and then rooting around more frantically, muttering to himself. “Oh no! No!” Finally, he turned around. “I think I, ah, forgot the, ah, costume.” On purpose. He pretended to study Lukas’ wardrobe closely. “We can work with this. What do you have on beneath the jeans?”
“I do, don’t I?” Alex grinned at Oliver’s comment, turning his head to look at him. How could Lukas be attracted to him? He was a cripple, and he looked like a hot mess with all the bruises. He might have been attractive at one point, but Alex couldn’t see it. Not like Lukas. Nothing like Lukas. He’d read somewhere about the laws of attraction, and how from a psychological and biological perspective, people chose others who were similar to them on the level of attractiveness. Beautiful people chose beautiful people. Less than beautiful people chose less than beautiful people. It was natural. What, then, was Lukas doing with Oliver? Alex looked back at Lukas with a smile, reaching out to tap him on the nose. “Fine taste indeed.”
He gathered his camera bag and tripod before turning back to them. “Well, if the blue boxers are enough to give your friend here that reaction, perhaps they will do for this shoot. Come on.” He gestured off the path to a grove of trees he’d scoped out before. Secluded. Quiet. It was where he had intended to take Lukas alone, and silently he hoped that Oliver had some trouble with the terrain, his mood going downhill quickly.
He gathered his camera bag and tripod before turning back to them. “Well, if the blue boxers are enough to give your friend here that reaction, perhaps they will do for this shoot. Come on.” He gestured off the path to a grove of trees he’d scoped out before. Secluded. Quiet. It was where he had intended to take Lukas alone, and silently he hoped that Oliver had some trouble with the terrain, his mood going downhill quickly.
When he heard his name being called, Alex’s smirk was predatory. That should be a reminder to Lukas of how inferior his choice in a partner was. He made his way out of the grove and looked between the two, folding his arms and leaning against a tree. “Well, Lukas, I had the perfect place picked out. Are you sure you can’t make it? It shouldn’t take long. An hour, two at most. You could leave him right here.” But he already knew that he was thwarted. Touche, Banana. Touche.
He sighed in exasperation. “Any other location isn’t going to have the same sexiness to it. I can see if there is an easier way down.” Oh, there was. If they had continued around the path for another hundred yards, it looped around and they could pretty much walk straight into the area Alex had chosen. His direct route down through the brush had been to just test this out. Interesting stuff.
He sighed in exasperation. “Any other location isn’t going to have the same sexiness to it. I can see if there is an easier way down.” Oh, there was. If they had continued around the path for another hundred yards, it looped around and they could pretty much walk straight into the area Alex had chosen. His direct route down through the brush had been to just test this out. Interesting stuff.
With annoyance, Alexander looked between Lukas and his dented lover. He would figure out a way to separate them at some point. Lukas deserved better. He shouldn’t have to cater to someone who was practically elderly in bearing. Fragile. “It’s your choice,” he said with a shrug, implying that the decision to continue with the photoshoot was Lukas’ but meaning that his decision to stay with Oliver was his choice. “There’s always something else,” he said with a nod. “I was really hoping that this would work out. The lighting is perfect, but if you have other… things… to attend to, well, its understandable.”
He shifted the camera bag and shrugged. “I’ll be in touch,” he said with a hint of finality. Perhaps the threat of his job would sway Lukas to his side. “Next time.”
He shifted the camera bag and shrugged. “I’ll be in touch,” he said with a hint of finality. Perhaps the threat of his job would sway Lukas to his side. “Next time.”
Looking between the two, Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. Leave it to the invalid to ruin his plans. He’d been so close the last photoshoot. Lukas had let certain details of their relationship slip – certain intimate details. He could see the frustration playing behind the young man’s eyes. He had felt the way he almost trembled as Alex had moved his limbs into the proper poses for the modeling, his own hands lingering on Lukas’ bare back just a moment longer than necessary. It wouldn’t take much now. The right words at the right moment. But no. The invalid had to show up and spoil everything. This would not do. This would not do at all.
“Tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as he turned to leave. “I’ll need your help tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as he turned to leave. “I’ll need your help tomorrow.”
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Alexander Belmonte grinned to himself as he peered through the break in the curtains to examine the interior of the apartment. One sleeping Oliver. No Lukas. Of course, the latter he already knew about. At this moment, Lukas was across town with Alexander鳠assistant 㠡 fussy young woman, hell bent on impressing Alexander and willing to follow every order he gave, even if they seemed strange. When he餠asked her to keep him busy in the stores scouting potential wardrobe options, he knew Monique would keep him occupied for hours.
Alex had business to attend to.
Knocking sharply on the door, he smoothed a hand over his jacket, a smug expression on his face that would vanish as soon as the door was opened, replaced with a look of concern. He kept his cell phone in his hand, punching in Lukas頮umber and letting it ring.
It would not be answered.
Alex had business to attend to.
Knocking sharply on the door, he smoothed a hand over his jacket, a smug expression on his face that would vanish as soon as the door was opened, replaced with a look of concern. He kept his cell phone in his hand, punching in Lukas頮umber and letting it ring.
It would not be answered.
Alex grinned to himself as he peered through the break in the curtains to examine the interior of the apartment. One sleeping Oliver. No Lukas. Of course, the latter he already knew about. At this moment, Lukas was across town with Alexander’s assistant – a fussy young woman, hell bent on impressing Alexander and willing to follow every order he gave, even if they seemed strange. When he’d asked her to keep him busy in the stores scouting potential wardrobe options, he knew Monique would keep him occupied for hours.
Alex had business to attend to.
Knocking sharply on the door, he smoothed a hand over his jacket, a smug expression on his face that would vanish as soon as the door was opened, replaced with a look of concern. He kept his cell phone in his hand, punching in Lukas’ number and letting it ring.
It would not be answered.
Alex had business to attend to.
Knocking sharply on the door, he smoothed a hand over his jacket, a smug expression on his face that would vanish as soon as the door was opened, replaced with a look of concern. He kept his cell phone in his hand, punching in Lukas’ number and letting it ring.
It would not be answered.
The concerned expression deepened into a frown and Alexander peered around Oliver, looking into the apartment as if searching for someone. “You mean he’s not here?” He looked down at the phone, pressing the button to put the call on speaker, and Lukas’ voice could be heard as he instructed the caller to leave a message in his normal quiet tone. Alexander hung up and immediately dialed again. “I was hoping he’d be here.” He was muttering to himself, frowning in thought down at the phone as it went to voice mail again. “Maybe he’s with Scott. Or that other guy.” He looked up at Oliver. “Sorry to bother you. Have him call me when he comes home, alright?”
He turned to leave and then, as if remembering something, turned back around. “You doing better? You look better. I know things have been strained between you and Lukas recently, but,” he paused, spreading his hands out in a sympathetic shrug, his eyes full of pity. “Well, I’m sure it’s just a phase. He’s just frustrated at the lack of… action… between you. I wouldn’t worry about it too much. At the end of the day, where does he go? He comes home to you most of the time, right?”
He turned to leave and then, as if remembering something, turned back around. “You doing better? You look better. I know things have been strained between you and Lukas recently, but,” he paused, spreading his hands out in a sympathetic shrug, his eyes full of pity. “Well, I’m sure it’s just a phase. He’s just frustrated at the lack of… action… between you. I wouldn’t worry about it too much. At the end of the day, where does he go? He comes home to you most of the time, right?”
“Right. The medications. Sorry,” Alexander nodded sympathetically. At the way Oliver bristled at the idea that Lukas would tell him that, he shrugged. “We’re good friends. We spend a lot of time together. We talk. He’s been very worried about you. Extremely. We’ve talked about a lot of things together. His sister, your accident, how he’s feeling about living more openly with his sexuality. Los of things.” He looked down at the phone and called Lukas’ number again. “I’m sure it’s just a phase. Probably just wants to get it out of his system before fully settling down. He told me about the future he had planned for the two of you. He’s been very excited and nervous to talk to you about the wedding, afraid you’d say no, because he has his heart set on it and the adop—“ He stopped, putting a hand over his mouth, looking like someone who had just given away a surprise party. “Er, he has talked to you, right?”
As the door was slammed in his face, Alexander couldn’t help but smirk. He stood for a moment before turning to leave. As he rounded the building, he pulled a second cell phone from his pocket, glancing down at the text Lukas had received along with the missed calls from Alexander’s own number. It had been easy to lift Lukas’ cell phone when he’d been occupied with other stuff. Monique was a master of distraction without even trying to be.
. “Cute,” he grinned. Snapping the phone closed, he unlocked his car and climbed behind the wheel. “Mission Accomplished.” Soon. Lukas would be Alexander’s soon. The invalid would be out of his way.Come home
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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