Trinity: Origins Ch. 01

A dense cloud of cigarette smoke hung thickly in the air in the main lounge of Companions, one of the most exclusive gentlemen's clubs in the world. Only a member of the club would be able to get to the nondescript building that was hidden deep within the labyrinth of London's back alleys. There was a high price to become a member of the club, and there were numerous people throughout the world that were more than willing to kill for the opportunity.

Numerous muscular men, in various stages of undress, relaxed around the bar area waiting to see if any of the patrons were interested in a night of exotic fun. Sultry jazz music gently flowed through the room from hidden speakers giving a touch of class to the bordello atmosphere in the lounge. Older gentlemen sat at the bar, drinking and discussing business, all the while watching and lusting after the young men that strutted around them.

A tall, black haired man entered the lounge through a set of mahogany double doors. His honey golden skin was enhanced by the skin tight white leather pants that adorned the lower half of his body. The pants were so tight they left little to the imagination and most of the eyes that were focused on him wondered how on earth he had managed to even get into the supple leather. His chest was bare, his thick, hard muscles on display for all to see. If one looked closely enough, they would be able to see the small tattoo of a bird in flight that rested right above the waist of the leather pants on his abs.

The new, mysterious man walked confidently over to one of the pool tables near the back of the room. He stretched back against it, the muscles of his chest bunching and flexing from the movement. Unlike the rest of the callboys, the man gazed around the room, looking completely bored. The lack of interest that surrounded the beautiful man seemed to put off many in the room, leaving them afraid to approach him out of fear of rejection.

Edgar Meyers stepped into the room, his portly frame almost blocking the doorway. The minimal light in the room seemed to draw even more attention to his thinning gray hair. There were only two things that most Companions' patrons cared about, looks and money. Edgar may have been severely lacking in the former, but he more than made up for that in the latter. Meyers Communications was one of the leading communications firms in the entire world, providing Edgar with a net worth of close to a billion dollars.

Edgar waddled his way over to the bar, his eyes scanning over the room for any new fresh faces. His eyes were immediately drawn to the man lounging against one of the pool tables. He licked his lips in hunger as his eyes traveled over the very pronounced basket clad in white leather. Edgar ordered a vodka on the rocks while waiting to see if anyone approached the club's hottest boy toy. Over the next half-hour he sipped his drink and was surprised that no one had approached the raving beauty.

After finishing his alcoholic appetizer Edgar made his way over to the young stud as fast as his body would allow him to. His massive body tingling in anticipation as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to the dark haired stud. As he approached his prey, the man barely looked at him. This did not deter Edgar in any way, he was certainly used to being overlooked by the hot young men in the club.

"How much?" Edgar wasted no time in asking the question as he stood in front of the young man. He wanted action and would waste no time on small talk.

"Fifty thousand." The dark haired man replied after a few moments, his voice soft with a faint trace of a German accent. "In cash, US dollars."

"And what exactly do you do that requires such a high fee?" Edgar was shocked at the price, but he quickly comprehended why no one else had approached the gorgeous man.

"Anything you want." The man purred as he leaned in close to Edgar, the fresh scent of his skin permeating through Edgar's senses.

"What is your name?" Edgar ran one of his stubby fingers slowly over the man's bare chest.

"Stefan." His prey quietly replied.

"A sexy name for such a sexy man." Edgar growled, his body responding to Stefan's accent.

Stefan watched as Edgar's eyes burned with lust and desire. Both men knew that the money would be paid. Edgar placed a quiet call to one of his bodyguards, who were waiting outside since only the club's patrons could enter the building. After twenty minutes of waiting, as Edgar continued to play with Stefan's muscular chest, one of the club's staff brought a silver briefcase over to them. Edgar discreetly opened the case, showing Stefan the cash he requested.

Stefan smiled and adjusted the front of his pants before leading Edgar through a labyrinth of hallways and staircases. After nearly ten minutes, Stefan led Edgar into a beautifully decorated bedroom. A king-sized four poster bed stood majestically in the center of the room. The room was done in rich, dark earth tones with a roaring fire blazing in a large opulent fireplace. Two small black leather couches formed a small sitting area around the warming fire.

"Sit." Edgar commanded Stefan as he pointed at the bed before lumbering over to the small bar that was set up by one of the windows on the wall behind the bed.

Stefan unsnapped the button on his pants and carefully lowered the zipper a few inches on his leather pants. The skin revealed was the same golden color of his upper body, showing that no tan lines marred his beautiful skin. He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His body was put on display for his wealthy customer. Edgar licked his lips in hunger as he moved towards the bed, two flutes of champagne clutched in his chubby hands. He handed one of the glasses to Stefan while raising his own in a toast.

Edgar's eyes raked over Stefan's body as the sweet liquid rushed through his mouth, his mind fixating on another sweet nectar. His large body pulsed with excitement and desire. His eyes focused on the black and silver bird tattooed on Stefan's stomach. It seemed to be flying out of the man's now opened pants. Stefan lounged comfortably under Edgar's hungry gaze.

Stefan raised his glass to his lips, but did not drink. Instead, as the glass reached his lips, he tilted his hand causing the expensive liquid to pour down onto his body. Edgar's eyes widened as he watched the golden fluid rush down over Stefan's muscular chest. Stefan crunched his stomach tight causing the champagne to pool around his navel. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at Edgar.

"Bottoms up." Stefan's voice purred with sex.

Edgar's own glass fell to the plush carpeting of the floor, completely forgotten as he moved over Stefan's body. Stefan's head tilted back with a seductive groan as he felt Edgar's eager mouth and tongue lick and suck over his champagne soaked abs. The sound caused Edgar to become even more frantic as he gently chewed and sucked on his hired lover's body. Stefan growled in approval and arched his body into the touch. His hands wrapping around Edgar's balding head, pulling him even harder against his body.

Edgar did not pull away from Stefan's hot body until he was sure he had licked every drop of moisture from the hard abs. Edgar stared up greedily at Stefan as he licked his lips. Stefan grinned and gently stroked the side of Edgar's face. Edgar was too focused on the sexy body in front of him to realize his tongue and lips had a black tint to them.

"S…so s…sexy." Edgar's voice was slurred and sloppy. His head suddenly felt very foggy and heavy. As he blinked his eyes, trying to get his vision to focus, he noticed the blurred dark smudge on Stefan's body, a smudge where the tattoo should have been but was suddenly gone. His eyes narrowed at Stefan. "Wha…what did you d…do to me?"

Stefan's sexy grin slowly faded away, being replaced with an icy, calm gaze. His legs raised up as he placed his bare feet against Edgar's shoulders. Stefan pushed gently off of the man, somersaulting backwards into a kneeling position on the bed. He pulled a tissue out of his back pocket and wiped the remaining black residue of the fake tattoo off of his stomach.

Edgar groaned as the room began to tilt and spin around him. Stefan's gentle push caused him to fall to the floor on his back as his eyes began to glaze over. The last thing he saw before calling darkness claimed him was Stefan standing over him, his god-like body glowing in the warm firelight. Stefan stood perfectly still watching Edgar, not moving until Edgar's breathing was deep and even, confirming that he was in a trance-like slumber.

Stefan moved to the other side of the bed and pulled a duffel bag out from underneath it. He retrieved a long sleeved black dress shirt out of the bag and quickly put it on. Stefan's nimble fingers pulled the zipper on his pants the rest of the way down. He pulled the pants off and began to turn them inside out. In only a matter of moments the pure white leather pants had become an inky, dark black. Stefan pulled the pants back on, then buttoned the dress shirt and tucked it in as he zipped and buttoned the pants.

Stefan removed the only other item in the bag, a long rubber box. He gently lifted Edgar's glass by the bottom, ensuring not to damage the fingerprints. Stefan opened the box and placed the glass inside. The box was lined to ensure the glass would be protected from breaking. He grabbed the silver briefcase off of the floor and dumped the large amount of cash into it. The box was placed back into the now empty briefcase, and he carried it into the small bathroom through an entrance that was hidden behind the large bed. He sat the silver case on the sink and scratched his scalp. After a few moments Stefan's black hair slid soundlessly off, revealing chocolate brown hair that was buzzed close to his head.

The wig was tossed into the case as he removed a contact case from his shirt pocket. His eyes became an icy blue color as he removed green contacts from his eyes. The contact case followed the wig into the metal briefcase. Stefan grabbed some tissues out of the box that sat on the back of the toilet. He ran then quickly under warm water and then wiped them across the ride side of his face. It only took a few minutes to remove the heavy makeup, revealing a thin, jagged scar that ran across his right cheekbone. Stefan tossed the dirty tissue into the case and quietly locked it.

He moved over to a small window that overlooked a back alley. A black limousine was parked against the back of the building in the dirty alley directly under the window. Stefan whistled softly into the night air, and after a few moments the limousine's moon roof soundlessly opened. After taking careful aim, Stefan dropped the case out of the window. It sailed silently through the air and landed with a small thud in the back of the limousine.

Stefan moved confidently out of the bathroom and through the bedroom after shutting the window. He ignored Edgar's slumbering body as he grabbed the money-filled duffel bag. Stefan peered out into the hallway, ensuring it was empty, before stepping out of the room and locking the door behind him. The duffel bag was swung over his shoulder as his bare feet moved swiftly and quietly through the dark hallways. After a few twists and turns Stefan entered another bedroom, nearly identical to the previous one.

A young blonde slept peacefully under the covers in the center of the bed. Stefan smiled fondly at the boy as he placed the duffel bag on the end of the bed. He retrieved a watch out of the pocket of a leather trench coat that was thrown across a nearby chair. Stefan looked at the time, noticing that a few hours had passed since he left the room. He climbed quietly onto the bed and lay down next to the beautiful man. His lips gently grazed over the sleeping figure's lips. As Stefan increased the pressure of the kiss, the blonde's eyes fluttered opened and he groaned into the kiss.

"I'm sorry, Paul, I must have feel asleep." The blonde's British accent was thick with sleep and desire. "The champagne must have went straight to my head."

"Do not worry, my love." Stefan grinned at the change of his name, his smooth voice enriched with a French accent. "You are so beautiful, and I have your payment as promised."

The blonde's eyes bulged in shock as he noticed the duffel bag Paul had gestured to. He leaned up and placed a hungry, desperate kiss on Paul's lips. Paul relaxed into the gesture of affection and gently stroked the boy's muscular body. He ended the kiss and allowed his fingertips to trace the blonde's face.

"I wish I had the time to enjoy your body, but alas I cannot." Paul moved over to the side of the bed and began to pull on a pair of black leather boots. "You make sure you use that money to finish your education."

Paul smiled at the tear-filled grin the beautiful blonde gave him as he nodded. He pulled on his leather coat and leaned over the bed, brushing a lock of hair from the man's face. Paul placed a sweet kiss on his forehead before leaving the room. He moved swiftly through the numerous hallways once again, before walking through Companions' lobby and into the chilly night. Paul took his time walking into the alley and up to the limousine.

His driver leaned casually against the back passenger door, an air of indifference surrounding her. Paul almost felt bad for anyone that underestimated the well-built woman, almost. She nodded and opened the door for him. Paul slid into the back of the car and retrieved the silver case off of the padded floor of the limousine. He inspected the contents of the case to ensure the glass had not broken during the fall. Paul was grateful to find that the case indeed did protect the glass. The driver eased into the front seat and the car purred to life. Paul relaxed back in his seat for a few moments as the car sped down the narrow alleyways.

After fifteen minutes he climbed over the compartment partition and slid into the front seat next to the driver. The driver pulled off her cap, her crimson colored hair falling down past her shoulder blades. She shook her head and grinned at her passenger.

"Great job on that scar, Tiger. It's very realistic." She laughed as she glanced at him. "So how did things go?"

He chuckled at her exuberance and pealed the fake scar from his handsome face. His brown buzz cut was quickly pulled off as well, revealing a dark wig cap. He removed the skin-tight cap and shook his head as he massaged his scalp. Thick, light blonde hair fell around the man's shoulders.

"It was like taking candy from a baby, Nessa." The man grinned. "The target was less than appealing, but the hot blonde I picked up for cover more than made up for that."

"Oh Alec, my dear, sweet brother, were you actually enjoying yourself for once?" Vanessa grinned at her only sibling.

"No, I had to drug him before we could have any fun." Alec sighed and pouted. "I just didn't have the time for any fun and games this time."

"How did the latex go on its first field run?" She asked with a laugh.

"Exactly as we predicted." Alec said as he held up one of his hands. He scratched at the base of his wrist and pulled a thin layer of clear latex off the palm of his hands and the bottom of his fingers. "No one had any clue when I touched them, and it was a lot easier than having to worry about putting on gloves or wiping the place down to clear out any fingerprints."

"Awesome." Vanessa easily maneuvered the limousine into an old, deserted parking garage as Alec tossed the remaining pieces of his multiple disguises into the silver case. "Let's switch and get home. There's a movie on cable tonight I want to watch."

Alec rolled his eyes as he hopped out of the limousine and made his way over to the driver side of a dark blue SUV. It was comforting for him to know that no matter what life threw his way, he could always depend on his sister, his only family, to remain the same. Her quirky offbeat personality was something he cherished and was happy to have around to help calm him down after missions.

"Is it another one of those weepy, emotional movies of the week?" Alec asked as he gunned the SUV's engine.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Vanessa laughed as she fastened her seatbelt. "You know very well I don't watch a movie unless it has at least two explosions and one car chase."

Alec chuckled as he pulled the car out and navigated London's dark streets. His life would never be dull as long as his sister was around, and he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

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Alec maneuvered his car around the circular driveway in front of their home, the Manor as Alec lovingly referred to it. After nearly three months of working deep undercover abroad the house was a sight for sore eyes. Alec leaned over and nudged his sister awake.

"Wake up, Nessa." His voice traveled softly through the car's interior.

Vanessa let out a long yawn and stretched her taut, lithe frame. She had been completely jet-lagged from their trip across the ocean and had dropped off to sleep shortly after buckling her seatbelt. She looked around and noticed that they were home. A large grin broke out over her face.

"There's no place like home, Nessa?" Alec chuckled.

"Shut it, Dorothy." Nessa slapped his shoulder. "Let's go, I'm hungry!"

"If I'm Dorothy wouldn't that make you To…" Alec began as he popped the trunk.

"Finish that sentence and die, Tiger." Nessa interrupted him.

"I forgot how cranky you get when you're hungry." Alec grinned as he grabbed some of their luggage.

Vanessa growled playfully at her younger brother as she helped him unload the contents of the car's trunk. It took the two of them a few trips to get everything onto the large wraparound porch. As Vanessa dug her house keys out of her pocket Alec leaned casually against the door. His hand rested against one of the many intricate wooden panels.

His skin tingled slightly as a hidden scanner verified his handprint. The sound of the door unlocking was barely audible. Even though the door was open, Vanessa still went through the motions of sliding her key into the door to throw off any nosy neighbors. Vanessa slipped into the foyer and stepped across the black and white tiles with practiced ease. As her foot touched the final tile sounds of movement could be heard throughout the house as the lockdown was lifted.

"Welcome home Trinity and Phoenix." Muse's voice carried softly through the downstairs.

Alec paused on his way back out onto the porch at Muse's greeting. Muse's normal musical female voice and British tones had been replaced with a deep, masculine man's voice with an Australian accent. He looked over his shoulder at his sister, who was whistling innocently and looking up at the ceiling. Alec crossed his arms and leaned his muscular body in the open doorway. He raised an eyebrow in question at his sister.

"What?" Vanessa grinned. "Oh come on, I was so bored sitting out in that limo all night. So I worked on giving Muse some updates."

Alec didn't bother replying and started to move their bags off of the porch and into the foyer. Alec shook his head as he listened to Muse give Vanessa reports on what had happened while they were gone. He wasn't sure what was more disturbing, the fact that his sister was getting more computer savvy, or that Muse's new voice kinda turned him on. Before he decided anything Alec knew he needed a good night's rest, and his bed was calling to him. It took a couple of hours to unload all of their gear and put it back in the Dungeon. Hours later they were finally finished and crawled wearily into their beds as exhaustion overtook them.

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Alec and Vanessa took advantage of being home and slept in until mid-morning the following day. They slowly made their way downstairs and had a nice leisurely brunch. A comfortable silence had fallen between them as they easily fell back into their old routines. It was amazing that even after being away for months and months at a time it always felt like they had never left home.