Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2004 18:49:44 EST
From: Mikeyscribe@aol.com
Subject: Trinity - Origins

The following is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do
not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic situations between
consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave
now. If you enjoy this story please check out my other stories, City Of
Dreams and Center Stage can be found in the Adult Friends section on Nifty,
The Fifth Power can be found in the SciFi/Fantasy section, Popular can be
found in the college section or all my stories can be found at my Yahoo!
Group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MichaelPhilips or you can send me an
email at Mikeyscribe@aol.com Please remember to include something about the
story in the subject line. There is also a one shot (short story) available
in the group called The Curse of the Romani, a story about a gypsy vampire
hunter. Thank you so much!

This is the second part in the Trinity Series, it would be beneficial if
you read the first part before reading this, Trinity - Isle Of Terror.

Trinity - Origins By: Michael Philips

Chapter One

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.

*

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.

*

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.

After cleaning up their dishes Vanessa and Alec made their way down into
the Dungeon for their daily workout.  Alec had thrown on a comfortable pair
of old black sweats, and Vanessa seemed to be on the same wavelength in her
white sweats.  Only the sounds of their breathing could be heard as they
worked through their stretching and meditating without much thought.  So
many things had just become second nature over the years not much thought
was required.

A few hours later the siblings were carefully circling each other on the
training mat.  Sweat beaded down both of their bodies.  Alec had abandoned
his sweatshirt a long time ago, his chest muscles shone in the fluorescent
lighting.  Vanessa had followed her brother's example and had discarded her
top as well, a black sports bra hugging her taut frame.  Since their
mission on the Isle of Terror their practice sparring had come even more
intense.

A flurry of fists and feet passed between them as they ducked and dodged
each other.  Vanessa kicked her right foot sharply at Alec's stomach.  He
easily caught her foot and threw her leg straight up in the air.  Vanessa
allowed her body to follow the momentum and gently flipped over in a back
tuck, landing gracefully on her feet.  She barely had enough time to focus
before Alec attacked.  Nessa quickly sidestepped Alec's punch and grabbed
his arm, flipping him forward.  Alec landed on his ass and quickly
somersaulted backwards and hopped to his feet.

"Ok, that's it.  I'm fucking done."  Nessa panted as she wiped the sweat
off of her brow.  "I think I'm getting too old for this shit."

"That's not it."  Alec laughed and started his cooling down routine.  "You
just were the backup this time around, so you didn't get any action.  Know
you know how I've felt."

"Touché!"  Vanessa grinned and began to mimic his stretching.

Alec opened his mouth to tease his sister, but Muse's voice stopped him.

"Trinity, Phoenix, there is an urgent top-priority message being
downloaded.  It will be available for viewing within a half hour."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"  Vanessa groaned.

"We'll just decline the mission."  Alec sighed.  "We haven't even been home
for twenty four hours yet."

"We both know that won't happen."  Vanessa grabbed her discarded shirt.
"Let's go take a shower first at least."

The pair went up into their bathrooms, grumbling and bitching the entire
time.  Another mission coming in wasn't too much of a trouble because they
truly did love their work.  They both just wished they could actually get
some down time.  Alec kicked off his shoes the moment he walked into his
room, and his socks quickly followed.  His black sweat pants dropped to the
floor at the end of his bed, leaving him standing in an old white jock.

He paused for a moment in front of the large mirror that sat on top of his
dresser.  Alec admired the change in his body as he flexed his muscled.  He
had always had a large broad frame, but it was more toned than cut.  After
everything that happened on that damn island he threw himself into working
out more.  His hands traveled over his now thickly cut and hard chest.  The
only visible hair was the thin, dark treasure trail that snaked down from
his belly button into the front of his jock.

Alec turned slightly and admired the back of his body.  He had to admit
that he liked the way the white straps accented and outlined his bubble
butt.  Alec had been spending as much time outside as possible to get rid
of his pale complexion and was happy to see the golden honey color his skin
had taken.  He blushed slightly at the fact that there were no tan lines on
his body, but working out in the woods nude was exhilarating and made him
feel sexy.  It also was very calming, to feel so close to nature.

Alec padded into his bathroom and started the water in the shower.  After
adjusting it to the right temperature he stripped off his jock and stepped
in, pulling the glass door closed behind him.  The hot water pounding over
his body had caused a deep groan to slide from his lips.  He knew that he
would be sore the next day because Vanessa had really given him a workout
that morning.  Alec ignored the way his body was reacting to the steaming
hot water and began to wash his thick hair.

Vanessa had teased him unmercifully as he was growing it out, but he knew
that she was happy with the way it looked.  Alec even admitted that his now
shoulder length hair was pretty sexy.  The only issue he had with it was
how long it took to wash. He was so used to just getting in and out of the
shower, it took some time to get used to having to be in there longer.
After making sure he rinsed out all of the shampoo, Alec quickly washed and
cleaned the rest of his body, blatantly ignoring the hardness that hung
thickly between his legs.

Alec quickly dried off his body and threw on a pair of boxer briefs and an
old pair of gym shorts.  He pulled a white wife beater over his head as he
walked downstairs barefoot.  Vanessa was sitting at the kitchen table
smoking a cigarette as he walked in pulling his hair back in a ponytail.

"Ya know those things are bad for you."  Alec lectured as he walked past
and grabbed the smoke from her mouth.  He took a drag off it as headed
towards the Library.  "You coming?"

"You're such a bitch!"  Nessa growled as she followed him.

They slowly made their way back down into the Dungeon, taking their time in
fear that they would be leaving again.  As they made their way towards the
communications center, they noticed that their symbols weren't on the
screen, which was a good sign.  If their codename symbols had been on the
screen then they knew it was a transmission from headquarters about a new
mission.  Though they were a bit worried, since they had never received any
other type of message before.

"Maybe it's from..." Alec couldn't make himself say the name.  Almost a
year had passed since he found his pendant on the balcony, and he had yet
to hear anything at all from Joshua Finnegan.

"Only one way to find out, Tiger."  Vanessa squeezed his shoulder.  "Muse,
play the message please."

"Affirmative."  Muse's voice sounded throughout the Dungeon.

Vanessa and Alec watched in curiosity as the screen was filled with static.
After a few moments the static faded away and a handsome couple appeared on
the screen.  Vanessa sat down heavily in one of the chairs, her eyes
bulging wide.  Alec's large hands gripped the back of the chair so hard his
knuckles turned white.

"Mum...Da'?"  Vanessa's voice trembled as she looked up at their parents.

"Wha?" Alec shook his head in shock.

"Hello, my babies."  Anna Romane's musical voice floated around them.
"There's much we have to tell you."

"If you're seeing this that means that we are unfortunately no longer with
you."  Sam Romane's voice was thick with emotion.  "Know that we are
watching over you no matter where we are, and know that you both have
always made us proud."

Vanessa reached back and grabbed onto Alec's hand tightly.  Tears had
quickly filled both of their eyes.  Just seeing their parents brought back
thousands of memories.  Alec squeezed her hand tightly, trying to comfort
her as much as he could.

"It's time you knew the truth of your destiny."  Anna continued
softly. "The fate of the world will lie in your hands."

Author's Note - For the must updated chapters and info about my stories,
check out my yahoo group, www.groups.yahoo.com/group/MichaelPhilips