Chapter 8. As Long As We Believe
The red light of the sun
Slowly descending
The sky is all I see
It's never ending
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Kissing, kissing
The wind plays with the leaves
The weather turns colder
But as long as we believe
Love doesn't get older
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Kissing, kissing
On a journey of the heart
There's so much to see
And when the sky is dark
You'll be right here, right here with me
Right here with me
Kissing
Kissing, kissing
Kissing, kissing
A journey of the heart
~Kissing, by Bliss
"Alexander..trust me."
Magnus purred against the tender shell of the Young Lord's ear as the journey beneath the ground started its unearthly decent, and the music pounding against the tunnel walls sounded the same as his heart. The deep base of the music beyond the dark stairs grew louder and louder as each step brought him closer to yet another trick this magician had up his sleeve—like cards. The Ace of Spades.
Alec felt himself catching his breath again as the tunnel opened into a large underground ballroom with spaces and empty shallow cuts in the side of the wall. Figures moved hand in hand, chest to chest, and face to face as their bodies went in time with the beat. The music made his chest rattle with the heavy baseline and the melody atop it drowning out the voices singing out together in ecstasy—crying as they passed the point of no return in pleasure too wild to understand. It had to be lived, for one could not explain what it was to be so free on a dance floor. He felt his body tighten as he watched them all; coupled together, and moving gracefully across the floor like figures in his dreams.
"But.." Alec turned his large eyes to Magnus surprised as he looked over his shoulder to him, and very thankful for the steady hand upon his back, "This is against the law…" The words fell like heavy drops of rain cooling the heat the other felt for the youth in his grasp, it was against the law to feel this way too. "There isn't any form to their motions or..or reason to dance? Why...Why do they do it?"
They don't tick..they beat.
Here the hearts were not ticking like fine old clocks moving together in a constant rhythm like mindless drones, no..these hearts were pounding just like his, beating like wild African drums all at once, and Magnus could see the longing upon Alec's face to join them. He made the motion to join, but Magnus took the Young Lord's hand letting his actions answer first before his lips parted to even sigh. Alec protested at first once he realized they were heading for the dance floor, but moved along the outside of the crowd with careful eyes looking back at Magnus to reassure himself he was still there.
They laughed..all of them, but not at him and smiled so freely. Their painted delicate eyes hardly ever opened with the blissful motions their hips started—body to follow, and Alec couldn't keep his eyes off the faces around him. He didn't know how to do that, he hadn't been old enough to attend parties with his parents, and the events at the estate never had music like this. Here, no body noticed who he was, no body turned their attention to him, no one cared that he existed. Here their wasn't a time to be home, or a reason to celebrate—here he could be free.
His pale blue eyes turned to look at Magnus, but would find only the empty space behind him filled with a sea of people. Alec did not know when he reached the center of the dance floor, but the flashing lights had been like a fire drawing him in like a moth to the flame. Somewhere he had lost Magnus, and suddenly felt very alone standing there motionless, not sure what to do.
And then he saw her…
She seemed as calm as he, but there was such an intensity in her eyes that spoke of wildness, like a huntress of the moon. Hardly any of her body was covered by the silk dress that was the same color as the soft rose blush that filled his face; the same blush that caused her ruby red lips to pull back into the devil's smirk. Pale blonde hair fell about her back, rolling over her firm large breasts covering what the sheer fabric failed to, and the six inch spikes of her heels made the muscles in her legs define when she started towards him. She was what most men dreamed about, and her name was Camille. However, Alec couldn't find the words to ask it.
"You look lost, Little Lamb.." She purred as she closed the distance between them, standing against him with a palm opened to brush across his chest. Slowly the ends of her fingers moved beneath the leather jacket he still wore, and it was then he could smell the rose oil perfume that scented her skin. It was in intoxicating, and made his senses run together as one, "Looking for something?" She pulled her words as her hand ran down the very firm lines of his stomach, and hooking to where his belt buckled over his lower abs.
Alec closed his eyes when she leaned her face to his, letting her cheek touch his own, and holding him there while her hooked fingers started to force his hips to sway slowly.
"I'm looking..for..my friend." He snapped back to reality realizing he couldn't get away from her now if he wanted to, the crowd was tight around him that he felt he would suffocate, and he stopped moving.
For so many years he had tried to find attraction in what was logical, in women that were his type, but even with the beauty before him all he could think about was Magnus. He wanted very much to make this life as easy as possible, and his mind could walk over her body all day, still he wouldn't know where to start—where did he put his hands? Was it ok to touch her back?
"I-I'm sorry..I'm not very good at this...What..What was your name again?" Alec started to panic a little when she continued with her hands now under the fabric of his shirt, and caressed the uncharted skin beneath. He tried hard to breathe, but even harder free himself from her.
"Relax.." A voice broke through from the music, against the back of his ear, but it was not hers, and as much larger hands touched his hips, Alec felt relief flood him as he was drawn back. The man's fingers looped through his belt to pull him against the firm solid chest he could get lost in, and the familiarity of the man came without caution.
"Let go..Alexander. Feel the music." Magnus purred now his lips against the tender shell of the Young Lord's ear, and he held Alec's hips back against his own firmly.
Alec gasped lowly as he felt all of Magnus against him, and let his head fall back against his shoulder when the hard length of the man was pressed against his backside.
"That's it, My Lord.." His hands slid over the chest of the Seat-Holder, and slowly started to pull away the leather jacket to expose the Young Lord to the crowd.
The rush of cool air was a blessing and with it Alec opened his eyes to look around again still moving with Magnus on the dance floor. The music would drown out the moans of the crowd around them, but now this close he heard bodies pounding together. He watched as a woman was held against a man whose body pumped against her own, holding one of her legs out and around him like a sexual ballet. The lights would flash against her exposed breasts as they bounced with the act of passion, and Alec quickly diverted his eyes not wishing to intrude. However, it was everywhere, this entire room was a single setting of desire, and he felt himself harden—it made him more aware of the man behind him. How could something that felt so good be wrong?
Magnus pulled his attention back in, with lips that kissed his neck in all the right places. The heated skin where his pulse rushed to cloud his mind from judgment finally burned all over his body, and Magnus knew Alec had let go. He had died in his arms to rise again, and Magnus dare not take his eyes off him—beautiful. However, like eyes in the dark the Underground King could feel Camille's eyes burning into him as she stood forgotten across from the young prince. If this was their game, why had she not been included? With a snort she folded her arms over her chest, and finally turned upon spiked heels to click away into the crowd. They were alone now.
Surrounded by a thousand people, Alec still felt as if they were the only ones, and he had never felt so alive. He wasn't certain of the time, or the world around him; but he very aware of the hands that explored his untouched body. He was pure, like the white rose in the sea of red, and when he felt Magnus's fingers slide warmly over the bulging zipper of his pants he whimpered a soft moan of approval. Yet, it was only when the man's hand tightened on his excitement did he throw his head back and cry out an animalistic sound that brought that fire to burn all the more brighter. He arched his backside to press against the other—begging to find release. Please and he felt himself ready to burst against the teasing hand of the darkhearted man, but still turned to claim his lips like a hungry wolf devouring his prey.
Magnus let out his own cry of surprise, and the sound carried from his chest, sounding out deep in his throat, as he hummed against the pale thin lips of the Seat-Holder. Mmmm
Alec was so much shorter then he, and he found himself flushed with the desire to close that distant; he wanted him up to where he could kiss him without straining, and started to back him up to the wall. All was forgotten on the floor, the leather coat becoming part of the forgotten as he found himself leading the Young Lord to the edge of the floor.
Air pressed from Alec's chest as the end came at him sharply as his back was thrust against the brick, and he opened his eyes for only a moment to see Magnus's silhouette close around him. This man was so tall, tall enough his feet left the floor, and instinct wrapped his legs around the other man's hips.
Magnus supported his weight with one arm, while the other explored feverishly the innocent before him. Alec felt as though he was weightless, and he brought one hand to clasp Magnus's biceps for support—so strong. Suddenly reality would set in on Alec as Magnus started to undo the buckle of his belt, and it must have set into the Underground King then at how innocent he looked, how afraid he seemed, but how his body betrayed him in want. Panting as Alec arched against him he let his lips fall against his neck to kiss gently—softly before he whispered,
"Before this have you ever been kissed before, Alexander?"
Alec desired this man before him, but again with the questioning eyes—how they could tear right through him if they wanted, but then when the Young Lord looked at him with the flashing lights coloring his skin before the shadowy corner fell black again—Magnus watched him shake his head, and brought a hand to clasp his cheek while his thumb brushed against his bottom lip.
"Never?"
Alec shook his head slowly hungrily panting against the man who despite his calmed strength still slowly pressed his hips forward grinding their bodies together in heated tension. Each time he felt the hardened bulge of the man before him rub against his own Alec parted his lips to whimper, and Magnus would bring the hand that did not support him to finally brush through the soft ebon strands of the young lord's hair. He had wanted to do that all night.
They were soft despite the damp nature of the sweat the stuck them to the back of his neck, and suddenly he felt guilty. Guilty, Alec's first kiss had been by some horrid stranger that had plans to see his heart taken right from his chest; to make sure it didn't beat.
Alec was pure, everything about him so innocent-who was he to corrupt him here upon the dirty underground night club? Slowly he let the Young Lord's feet touch the floor again, and the reality of it all set in. Though, he did not protest, Alec, let his hands remain on Magnus's chest as he came off his high, and felt so very tired. He closed his eyes and pressed his temple to rest it against the dip in the Magnus's shoulder. He relished in being held there forever as the man's arms came to support him against him once more. Alec's warm breath started to even as he steadied from the high, and he felt the Seat-Holder lean into him as if to fall asleep right there.
"Come on, My Prince. I'll get you home." It had to be late, but Alec had lost all sense in time. Imagine his shock when they surfaced again to see the black sky not so dark, but threatening morning close on the horizon. The sun had not yet to rise, but it was not far; no wonder he was so tired.
"My jacket.." Alec spoke with lips kissed pink, but he realized it hardly seemed worth going back for. His phone was in the pocket, but that could be replaced. Alec wouldn't need to turn back, as he felt himself being seated on the stone bench breathing in the cool spring air, "Don't worry about it." He tried to stop Magnus, and let his head fall back.
"Its important to you. I won't be long, you stay here." Magnus smiled watching as Alec closed his eyes and pressed his back against the stone structure to settle in without a fight. It was well past 5, almost 6 in the morning, and he had to figure this was the latest the youth had ever been out. It was hard to leave him, but when he reappeared inside the club the room was empty save for a few shadowy remains of figures exhausted on the floor. Though it was painful to rummage through them for the jacket he knew he would find it somewhere in the middle, but it wasn't there..
"Looking for something?" Her voice called out over the broken dance floor, and Camille slipped into the light with the leather jacket over her shoulders. She ran her perfectly manicured hands over the front, and clasped the zipper together with no intention of taking it off again.
"Give it back, Camille." He spoke annoyed with her, and narrowed his eyes when she laughed. She seemed like lioness on the hunt when she started to move towards him, and despite the love he held for her—he hated her in this moment. She was right. Without saying anything else, Camille was right with words that were about to be the truth..
"Oh I think I rather like it. It smells like spoiled brat to me. It would make a perfect purse, feel how fine the leather is. Like the skin of his backside no doubt, or.." She parted her lips in surprise pressing a finger to her cheek in mock thought, "Have you not gotten that far yet? Going to take the darling Prince home and fuck him until tomorrow… Won't that make it all the more fun to kill him later? Or have you forgotten that too?" With that her eyes leveled in his own as they narrowed back, and the painted black liner made them appear deadly. Damn her truths.
"Camille..please, I haven't the time for this."
"The time for what, Magnus? For your betrayal? You are aware that people depend on you. That you have lives of children, men and women who need you. There is talk of how soft you've become. Though..from the looks of it on the dance floor." Against him now her hand like a eagle claw came to clasp his package firmly, "You were hard as a rock."
Magnus pulled back from her as if she were fire that burned him, and his fists clenched at his side.
"I have NOT gotten soft. Do you think I'm the type to go back on my word?" He took hold of her shoulders and ripped the leather from her hard enough Camille would laugh—she found pleasure in pain, and the excitement shimmered in her eyes.
"Mmmm..do it again" She hissed, and pressed her body to his, the bare skin of her leg brushed up his own, but he was quick to turn away from her. She laughed, and he hated her even more.
"They all have to die Magnus. It's the only way." She called out over the empty dance floor, to the fading figure of their King.
Her words stayed with him the entire drive back to the estate, and he didn't speak to Alec at all. Magnus still held the Prince before him, but Alec had let him drive; curled against his chest with his eyes closed he was cradled in the taller man's arms, and Magnus realized how even with one hand the bike moved perfectly across the stone streets-enchanted.
The sun spilled out as red as it had left the sky, and the rich orange glow of the glorious light warmed Alec's face as he slept, and Magnus's heart as it lit a certain beauty that had not been there before in the dark. He tried to fight, this feeling inside, but it was too late, Alec had woke the dragon that was his heart of stone. In the new light Magnus spoke to God for the first time in a very long time. He prayed for Alec's safety, and prayed for forgiveness. Somewhere all along he felt as though he had been so wrong, but now more then ever did he feel it right. Things had to change, they couldn't love each other if it didn't, but did it have to with blood?
At the top of the tallest hill that overlooked the valley where the Estate was settled Magnus would pull off the side of the road and the sun spilled through the valley in glorious morning, but all he could watch was how it spilled over the man in his arms. The engine went quiet as he shut it off, and in a soft voice Magnus parted his lips to whisper,
"Alexander… Wake up..you are home."
Alec opened his eyes to turn from the man's chest, and blinked hazily into the sun. His eyes were even a paler color in the light then they were in the dark, and he was so damn cute when he was confused. Sitting up he struggled to keep his balance on the bike surprised he had been so comfortable in such a strange position, and reluctant to let it go.
The gold sun made the estate almost look unnaturally beautiful as if it were a painting and far too perfect to be real, and as an artist he admired the beauty for a moment before he turned his attention to Magnus once more.
"Would you want to come have breakfast?" Alec asked nervously as he stretched before rubbing at his face, and he would miss Magnus's longing look to kiss him again. "I can have the chief cook whatever you like." He smiled hopelessly, but would miss the way Magnus's insides tightened with heartache. Food was scarce in the Underground, and he often went without to give to others. Times were getting harder and harder, and he knew it wouldn't be long before the plan too action.
"I..I do not think that would be a very good idea. I have to get back." He lied, Magnus didn't have a glorious estate like Alec, but he did have an Underground palace to attend to. Alec's pale lips pouted a little as Magnus got up from the bike; he would soon join him.
"Well..when will I see you again? Are you staying with your parents?" His parents, who had turned him to the street when they discovered his collection of homosexual erotica, and painted portraits of naked men-wouldn't spit on his grave. Yeah. He was staying with them.
"I am." He lied, because I live Underground in the old waterways that smell like musty stale water, and old stone. Simply wasn't something you said to a prince—his Prince. "And you will see me when you sleep, Alexander."
Magnus touched Alec's face again brushing the skin that the sun warmed and Alec smiled against his hand. For having been up all night, Alec looked rested, and happy. Nothing could hurt him now as he stood there glowing from the night. He had been born again on that dance floor like a phoenix from the flame, and Magnus knew this birth was like the first; fresh and new, and Alec would need to learn how to live once again. Magnus had stolen his first breath in this new life, and what irony he would take the last too.
"Tonight? I..I can meet you at Highgate." Alec's eyes begged, pleaded to see him again, wanting to count down the hours until they saw one another once more, and Magnus would only smile. He bent to kiss the Prince on the forehead, but Alec wouldn't give up that easy.
"How about dinner? We can eat in, or out. I'll fly Chinese food from China just to make you stay." With that Magnus would laugh shaking his head.
"Tonight it is. After midnight, I'll meet you at the entrance of Highgate." He knew that was a lie too, but hoped Alec wouldn't forget about him so fast. Everything in him told him to lie, to tell the Young Lord that he was leaving to go out of town, but deep down he wished to see him again too—badly. With a few more little lies Magnus would turn from the Prince with empty promises of cabs he was going to take to get home, and how his parents would want him there—Alec finally got on his bike and left, and Magnus watched his figure disappear in the distance.
I've loved you all these years..
Magnus started his very long walk back to the city.
Isabelle had often snuck out in their youth, but Alec had never been very good at it. Though he did shut off the motor and drift into the driveway he saw a figure he knew to be Hodge in the window. When he put the kick-stand down on the bike he looked up again to see the figure gown, and only the slow motion of the curtains like phantoms in the windows.
Damn it. Already running through excuses as to what happened, Alec would walk up the stairs of the main door to pull it back.
Hodge was waiting…
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