The Magicians Eliot's Flame Dance

I'm Sorry

A/N: All bold italics are flashbacks of memories of the night befoooore! Warning, a bit rated R but it's not full detail, just sort of a explanation, if you wish to skip it you may,you should be able to connect the dots without reading it. All italics that are NOT bold are Alex's thoughts. AND YES! THIS CHAPTER IS THE CHAPTER YOU ALLLL have been WAITING for! Forgive me for any typos for incorrect sentences, I wrote this well into 2 am last night, all errors will be fixed by tomorrow morning.

The last thing I remember? Well... Crying to Quentin about my worries. 

I slowly stirred from somewhere...dark? I must have passed out crying. I felt a lot of arms around me, however, coming from both sides so it was slightly alarming. Maybe we all passed out together on the bed? I slowly opened my eyes to see Eliot, completely naked, cuddling my side while Quentin, also naked is cuddling the other. I froze in shock. I don't remember this and I wasn't drunk! I looked over myself to find myself, too, naked. 

No...Please...Please no, we didn't we couldn't have all this is just a dream or some illusion or trick this can't be reality. It can't be.

Until it hit me.

I shivered in Eliot's lap as he slowly slid his hands up my sides under my shirt. My lips slightly parted we leaned in desperately and attacked each others lips passionately as his hands slowly slid down to grab my butt as I arched my hips into him,grinding in rhythm. I felt two familiar set of hands, slide down my back and kiss my neck sweetly, sucking down it, leaving hickey marks. I parted lips with Eliot breathlessly as I looked up at Quentin, whom is behind me, staring into my eyes with fully dilated pupils he frenched my cupping my face, taking all he can get from my lips. 

I remember everything right down to how they felt, how they moved,how they loved and what they like, and what they like with each other. All down to the slightest erotic movement. The feeling of the burn and sting with my body being so unfamiliar to sex. A alien thing,a new thing and a new dawning and body altering experience.

I snapped out of it as tears welled in my eyes and spilled over silently. Eliot was still dead asleep but Quentin began to slowly wake up letting out a slight "Mmm" as his eyes opened sleepily and slowly widened in shock at the sight of Eliot and I. I looked at the edge of the bed to see yet another person. Alice. SHIT! Her eyes were teary and her face was bitter. I simply got up, covering myself with a spare sheet and ran out the door.  I couldn't do this. HOW could I do that?! I didn't drunk I'd never do that! It isn't like me I'd never touch Quentin nevertheless a threesome with my best friends and ruin the whole dynamic!

I slammed the door shut to my bedroom and dropped the blanket, feeling disgusting at the sight of the hickeys Quentin left on my neck and other marks and leavings both of them left behind on me. I took a shower to hopefully wash all the filth and guilt away but no matter how hard I scrubbed it would never make me feel any better. I climbed out as I wrapped myself in a towel and went to get dressed in comfy clothes because I sure as hell do not plan on facing anyone or anything today. 

Of course, there's a knock on my door. "Go away." My voice cracked. "Alex we need to talk about this..." Eliots voice rang through the door. "It is what it is Eliot, leave me alone." I commanded. "Alex, please..." Eliot's voice sounded desperate but I didn't care. "Leave. Me. Alone. Eliot." I spoke sternly .I didn't hear anything come out of him for a minute,then I heard his footsteps tap across the hardwood halls, fainter and fainter. I resumed getting stressed I lay on my bed, curled in a ball as I began to drink Fireball, trying to forget everything.