A/N: Thank you all who have taken the time to vote for the pairing. So as it turned out, the number one currently is Loki and the number two is an OMC that I will be introducing in this chapter. A lot of you seemed to be in favour of MMM so the story may end up that way, we'll see. Of course, the parions havent been set in stone yet so anything can happen. The poll will remain active so please vote for your favorite.
This chapter has a distinct lack of Hadrian and I apologize. The goal is truly to introduce Carlos, the OMC I had mentioned. I really hope that you enjoy it. Please read and review. Thank you all for the support to this story.
Warning: Slash. Boyxboy.
Intent Chapter 8
New Faces
"You look beautiful tonight," he said, smiling over at where a younger man stood, clad in a custom tailored tuxedo, which outlined perfectly his lithe figure. The young man's gorgeous emerald orbs glittered flirtatiously as he smiled back, a small thing that curved the bow of his pink lips.
"Thank you," he replied, a blush coloring his otherwise pale complexion, "You look handsome as well."
He smirked, batting away the compliment with a wave of his hand.
"You are the true belle of the soirée Hadrian," he purred, coming closer. When he was in arms reach, he extended a hand and caressed Hadrian's soft cheek, trailing a finger until it reached his exposed neck; delighting in the small shiver it produced.
"My Prince," Hadrian murmured, eyes blown with arousal as he stepped closer, the consort seal around his neck glinting from the light of the overhead chandelier.
25 September 2010
Royal Palace of Madrid, Spain
Carlos Juan Abalos awoke in stages; first he was aware that he was no longer asleep and then he slowly opened his eyes to the world around him. He had forgotten to fully close the curtains the previous night and the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the gap to bath his room in a warm orange glow.
Carlos yawned, stretching his sore muscles. It was probably early, but that didn't matter. He was used to waking up pretty early anyway. Sleep wasn't something he liked to do a lot of; in his opinion, it was just a waste of time. Men weren't put on earth to sleep after all. Although, today, he has to admit he was kind of disappointed that the truly wonderful vision that had visited during the night hadn't lasted longer. Even though he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be able to see the green eyed beauty in person, but it had still been one of his most delightful visions up to date. Being a powerful seer can sometimes have its upsides.
Carlos slowly got out of bed and padded over to his laptop. Normally he would have washed his face and brushed his teeth first, but he was too excited to do so right now. Instead, he wanted more information on the young man that would become his future spouse; the future Prince Consort of Spain.
He smirked to himself. He could hardly wait.
The laptop, custom made to be a performance monster, powered up in less then 4 seconds and Carlos had a browser open two seconds later.
Hadrian...Hadrian Potter, was his name. He imputed it in the search engine and was delighted to find Hadrian's info fairly quickly.
"A chef, hmm," he smirked, "Well, this is getting better by the moment."
"Brother, you're already up?"
The door to the bedroom opened to admit Cyrus, his younger brother and one of the best fighters in the country. Cyrus was the only one in the family born a squib and thus was put in charge of the muggle side of the Spanish army. Training had made Cyrus a master of hand to hand combat and although he can't cast spells, he could fire a gun fast enough so that a wizard/witch would be dead before they could even reach for their wand. It was impressive and Carlos couldn't be prouder.
"Cyrus," he greeted the other man, "Do come in, I have some news."
"Does it involve marriage?" Cy asked wryly as he moved forward, "Father's been bugging me again."
"It does actually," Carlos answered, delighting in the widening of his brothers eyes. "I had a vision last night, of my future husband."
"Carlos that's wonderful," Cy exclaimed, "Are you looking him up?"
"Yes I already did, his name is Hadrian Potter."
Cyrus eyes widened.
"The Hadrian Potter, owner of Castle?"
"Oh? So you heard about him."
"Of course I did, I've been wanting to try Castle ever since Milo came back and raved about the food."
Carlos resisted the urge to rub his hands together like an evil villain in some Bond movie. Everything was coming together perfectly.
"Then you're in luck, I would love for you to accompany to New York to meet with Hadrian...if you are interested."
"Interested?" Cyrus exclaimed incredulously, grin a thousand watts, "Thank you. I would love to."
"My pleasure," Carlos replied, enjoying his sibling's excitement, "Now go tell Father the good news while I make arrangements.
26 September 2010
Gotham City, New York
"Now this is a surprise," said Bruce, eyes narrowed as he regarded his visitor, "What are you doing in my little part of the world?"
Across from him, Carlos Juan Abolos, the Crown Prince of Spain, sat one leg over the other, looking for the entire world as if he owned the place. It was a look that he had perfected after years of practice, Bruce knew, since he had already met the one that had taught Carlos how to perfect it in the first place.
Bruce had first encountered Carlos when he had visited the Royal Palace of Madrid about 2 years ago and had kept in contact ever since. The other man's easy charm and calm disposition suited Bruce just fine and he knew, right there and then, that Carlos would be a good friend to have.
"A little visit," Carlos replied, his Spanish accent barely detectable, "Why? Not happy to see me?"
"You know that's not it," Bruce sighed, resisting the urge to rub the strain out of his eyes, "With your impending coronation, I was certain your father wouldn't have let you out of his sights. Did you sneak out?"
Carlos snorted.
"How old do you think I am? Five?"
"Well," Bruce shrugged, "One never knows with you."
"I did not sneak out," Carlos continued as if Bruce hadn't just insulted him, "In fact, I had some business to attend to in New York and I thought why not drop by and say hello? And besides, that restaurant of yours has been gaining some popularity amongst my people and my brother nearly begged me to let him tag along so he can try it out first hand."
"You do know getting a reservation at Castle these days isn't easy," Bruce said dryly.
"But as part-owner, I'm sure you can make an exception," Carlos continued smoothly, his grin sharp and predatory.
Bruce sighed.
"I'll see what I can do."
"Wonderful."
TBC
A/N: Next chapter, Carlos will meet Hadrian and Loki will finally visit the restaurant. Look forward to it.
The Spanish Royal Family in this story is primarily composed of magic users. Of course, none of the members are actual people in the real world. Also note that the Royal Family has more power in this story then maybe in real life.
Please also note the age discrepancy between Carlos and Harry. Harry is 16 and Carlos will be in his mid-twenties. I apologise if it makes some inconfortable. Carlos is more experienced than Harry and the latter may not always understand what he is feeling at the beginning. Carlos is a romantic at heart despite coming off as manipulative at first. He has grown up in the Royal court and is more used to dealing with back-stabbing bastards than normal people. If Loki gets interested in Harry as well, it will be fun to see how they interact.
Next chapter we will get back to the plot. Carlos isnt just here for romance or whatever.
Thanks for reading. I hope to see you soon.
