Fernando tilted his head to the side to see if he recognized Miguel's face. He laughed when the realization and image of cover came to his mind. "Those are definately hot."

Miguel nodded his head. "Like Jet said, we're going to go take pictures together for a mock cover. I'll get such a huge raise from bringing in someone so gorgeous."

Fernando nodded at the fact that Jet was amazingly beautiful. "I wish you both the best."

Miguel nodded and winked at the members at the table before nudging his hip against Jet to signal for them to get going.

"You know a lot of interesting people, Morgan. Is there anyone you could set me up with? I don't do well alone." Ferando smirked at him.

"Well Papi, you'll have to tell me what your type is and I can match you up," Morgan said with a smile. "I have lots of family and acquaintances who would love to be with someone like you." He extended his hands out to hold his.

"First question...man or woman?"

***

Jet led Miguel to his car. The man turned his gaze from that firm backside to the sleek sports car. Ebony in hue, the Mercedes Benz drew attention all to itself as it rested besides other nice cars, but none quite as exquisite. Miguel whistled.

"You have expensive tastes..."

"My employer does. This was a perk for winning one of my cases." Jet unlocked the door and let the man in.

"I'd like to see your place sometime," Miguel said with a smirk. And it was no joke.

Fernando said the answer to that question quickly. "Man. I don't want more oopses."

Rafaga kicked Fernando's leg under the table. "HEY."

The man laughed and continued. "I like younger men, tall, pale, sweet, would worship me types."

"Papi, you're gross."

"Gross nothing, look at who you're dating. We apparently have the same tastes."

"You know what? There will be a dinner party my family is hosting. You're both invited. I wasn't planning on going, but if it's to help you see what my family has to offer...why not?" Morgan chuckled.

"That poor guy," Rafaga murmured.

"The other guests won't think we're there to serve them...right?" Fernando murmured some.

"Not when I'm done with you both."

"What do you mean?" Both Mexicans looked a little startled.

"Come to my store," Morgan said mischievously, almost as if he was luring unsuspecting children to his evil lair.

Rafaga raised a brow slightly. "You own a store?"

The dollar signs flashed in front of Fernando's eyes. "You own a store!"

"I design clothing. I needed a place to sell it, so I made my own store. I have several in other cities. But I personally manage the original."

Morgan was quite humored by their reactions. He rose from his table, paid the bill and waved them to go along with him to his car. The drive to the mall was long due to the traffic and distance from the uptown restaurant. But his passengers were occupied with the sights of the city.

Rafaga looked around the store as he headed inside with Morgan. Fernando tookin the sights of people passing by. The clothes in the store were so clean cut. How could there possibly be anything in there for him.

Morgan couldn't help but smirk some at the reactions of others. Why, he was in the presence of two very, very gorgeous men. Feeling quite greedy, he linked arms with both men as he entered his store.

Rafaga swallowed. These attire were more reminiscent of something suitable for Bobby White...not himself. They were so crisp, so fancy, so rich...He was afraid to touch them. The material wasn't what he was used to.

The rose haired youth parted from them to start gathering outfits for them. They watched, dumbfounded.

Morgan handed the clothes pile in his arms to Fernando and another to Rafaga. "Try them on for me."

Rafaga nodded his head while his fingers felt along the silk. "Are you sure?"

A smile and nod from Morgan told him that he was.

Rafaga went into a dressing room to attempt to figure out how these high fashion clothes went.

Fernando went into another to try his luck. He picked up the first outfit and put it on. Of course he thought he looked amazing in it, and the material was perfect, but it was covering so much! How was the world to know he had an amazing body if his clothes didn't cling? Fernando opened the dressing room to show Morgan. "Gorgeous, they're amazing clothes." He would wear them if Morgan wanted him to.

Rafaga managed a pair of pants and shirt. He stepped out. He definately felt ackward.

Morgan flushed some as he looked at Rafaga. Unlike his usual clothing of skintight pants, these pants, while looser, were fitted well. His hands felt over his backside slowly. "You look so good..."

Rafaga flushed. "You're just saying that."

His boyfriend gestured him to look into the mirrors, his hands wrapping around him. "No, I'm not."

Rafaga looked at himself. It was like looking at a completely different person. Not once in his life had he not resembled someone in his former street profession. "I don't think I could wear them all the time, though."

Morgan smiled as his eyes kept scanning over the mirror's reflection of Rafaga. "I understand. You're not comfortable right?"

Violet hair shifted as Rafaga nodded. "I can't exactly seduce someone in these kind of clothes."

"On the contrary, it's working on me as we speak."

Rafaga laughed lightly as he headed back to the dressing room. "I guess I should take them then."

"Definately, you'll look so great at the dinner."

Rafaga had nearly forgotten about that dinner. "Can I just sit there and not talk? I don't want to give the wrong impression to your family." Even though Morgan was nothing like the rich boy she was used to, his family just might be different.

"My parents...they're sooo great. You'll love them. They'll love you so much, because you're so handsome and adorable," Morgan said with a smile. "Trust me...They're the only ones who welcomed having a gay son."

"The...only ones?" Rafaga looked at him, concerned. He was already having trouble believing this story about his parents accepting him. Now the rest of the family, they were realistic...

Violet eyes turned away, the smile waning in intensity, but still there for show. Knowing how much Rafaga liked hair, he used it to change the subject.

"Think I should get a haircut?"

Rafaga shook his head no immediately. "Of course not. Why would you need your hair cut?"

"I'm just looking for a change."

"It's perfect just the way Rosa is." The affectionate nickname Morgan had given his hair was Rafaga's new favorite name in the world.

"If he wants to cut his hair, let him." Fernando admired his appearance in the mirror as he overheard their conversation. "You know, my son gives wonderful hair cuts."

"I only kept this hair because my boyfriend wanted me to look like a girl," Morgan said with a laugh. "Bet he never wanted the homosexual label."

"That Nigel...he's terrible," Rafaga murmured. "But I do love your hair. Not because you look feminine...but because...it's perfect." His hands were feeling through the long locks. Cheeks grew flushed. He didn't just admire his shimmering, healthy, long hair...he was aroused by it.

Watching how cute he was growing with the rosy hue, Morgan laughed and kissed him again, not minding one bit that Rafaga's father was watching.

Fernando smirked and turned his head once Morgan and Rafaga embrassed in their kiss. He headed back into the dressing room to pick up his regular clothing, the ones Morgan had picked out for him would be perfect for their family dinner. He would wear them and hopefully inspire a rich boy as cute as Morgan to talk to him.

"Are you ready to go?" Morgan smiled once his lips broke from Rafaga's.

Rafaga nodded his head and grabbed his clothes as well. He was nervous to meet Morgan's family. Not once had he laid eyes on Bobby White's. He wasn't allowed.

Morgan drove them into the Li Estates. The gates were painted a shimmering silver, designating his family's place in the hierchy - second best. The guards were numerous, communicating constantly amongst themselves. They inspected Morgan's car thoroughly. They were suspicious of the two men and their intentions. Were they forcing him to bring them into the compounds? The heir picked up on their concerns and gave them a glare to mind their own business. They turned away their gazes. Quickly.

The dinner was to be held in the gardens. Ornate furniture were laid out upon the manicured emerald lawn. The staff was serving the early arrivals, offering drinks and treats to appease their appetites until it was time to dine.

A few of the guests glanced over at the son of the host and had the audacity to whisper and comment about him holding Rafaga's hand. Yet another one, eh? There were so many rumor defacing his very name. Just because he defied the norm...

Morgan kept a calm smile, but became upset with himself for putting Fernando and Rafaga through this.

Rich people were cruel.

Fernando smirked at the people whispering. He was used to whispers and sneers. Not once did the frowns of others make him feel insignificant or ashamed of himself. Give him five minutes alone with the men OR women making their comments and he was sure they would be singing a different tune. He would have made improper gestures towards them had he not wanted to respect Morgan. He must try to be on his best behavior.

Rafaga held Morgan's hand tighter as he felt their eyes. Why were people so mean.

The whispers brought Spinel and Kunzi's attention to the three before they were even sighted by either of them. The Vice President of the prestigious media corporation and the U.S. Senator rose to greet their son. While they were open and supportive of him, their air around him was very distant. They loved their son, didn't pay much mind to the gossips of the evils of homosexuality or how his choice was tarnishing their family. But the way they acted around him with their hugs and kisses on cheeks made them appear more like an aunt and uncle several times removed.

"This is my boyfriend, Rafaga Caluroso," Morgan said with a smile, refusing to let go of him.

Kunzi laughed. "Oh my...my son has very nice tastes." Her political correctness kept her from saying exotic tastes.

"Don't break his heart," Spinel said, slapping Morgan's arm some.

"Me?" he cried, looking aghast in a playful manner.

Rafaga observed Morgan's parents. Spinel, with his rosy hair cropped short, was perhaps what Morgan would look like in the years to come. He looked forward to it if Morgan would age as well as his father did. Kunzi never stopped smiling. It was as if her smile lines were a permanent fixture in her aging, yet attractive face.

Fernando looked over Spinel and Kunzi. Good lord, they were gorgeous. Too bad those two weren't up for dates. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Rafaga's father, Fernando. " He looked over the both again. "I see where Morgan gets those remarkable features of his."

"Father?" Kunzi looked surprise. "My my...did you have children young?" she asked with a laugh.

"I could ask the same. I wouldn't blame him for getting you so early though," Fernando said with a smirk.

Spinel kept a steady smile. He was laidback and definitely not offended to think that he was being assumed to jump into a quick relationship with the woman. But the simple fact that the couple only had one child together signaled they weren't quite childhood lovers.

Rafaga looked disturbed watching his father flirt with a married woman. He had already flushed to a hue brighter than what his tan could hide. Morgan kept his sensations occupied by feeling over his hand with his fingertips.

Fernando let his eyes and smirk linger on Kunzi a moment longer until Rafaga nudged him. He turned his attention to Rafaga and smiled. He needed to remember not to flirt so openly when Rafaga was around. The boy was so sensitive.

Rafaga turned towards his Morgan and gave an applogetic look. He still felt uncomfortable about the entire situation.

"Come, let's get our table. One all for ourselves." Morgan gesture them over to where he knew they would be undisturbed. Mainly because he was such an outcast in the family. The table was situated a good distance away from the others. Which was fine with him. The waiters wouldn't have much trouble serving them if they weren't bothered by the maze of chairs and tables.

"I can tell you who everyone is." He began pointing out some of the businessmen and their families. They could be referred to by just their last names and be understood by the general public. Fernando observed them, not quite interested since their apperances weren't as flattering as their riches.

"Ah, he's smiling."

"What?" Rafaga was confused by the sudden change of subject.

"If he's smiling, then that's Paraiba." Morgan rose from his chair and flagged down his cousin.

Paraiba flushed some, realizing that he had been identified. He went over, trying to look blank in expression.

"What now? Why isn't he here?"

Paraiba smiled since his back was turned to the rest of the guests. "Sapphire's out of the country right now. Visiting or something."

Morgan turned to Fernando and Rafaga to explain. "Paraiba is Sapphire's twin. But...due to adoptions and stuff...they're legally cousins. He stands in for Sapphire if he's off frolicking."

Fernando was definately interested in the extremely tall, blue haired boy standing in front of him. He hoped he was old enough to be an option for him to date. He definately looked around 20 years old. That's the age Fernando especially liked to date.

"Paraiba," Fernando spent extra time on the R in his name to inhance his ethnic aura. "I'm Fernando. I'm Fernando Caluroso, Morgan's boyfriend's close close relative." He left out the fact he was Rafaga's father since some people were so against dating an older person.

Paraiba almost broke his expression to smile. Meeting new people was fun and he hated to be impolite. "It's a pleasure. I hope you enjoy yourself." He gave a nod resembling his brother's to the group before heading off. He couldn't linger too long with them.

"Oh, I like him." Fernando watched as the NEW object of his affection walked a distance away to his own table.

Morgan smiled broadly. "Oh, Paraiba, he's absolutely adorable. I hope you don't like the brooding...serious type. He's much more relaxed and friendly than his brother."

From the looks of him, Paraiba was very much so his type. Fernando smirked. "How old is he?"

"He's a year older than me. Seventeen."

"Twenty, huh?"

"Papi..." Rafaga looked disturbed. The last thing he wanted was getting in serious trouble with the wealthy. Just dating Bobby White for as long as he did was such a chore. Hiding and dealing with the stares and jeers. But he wouldn't regret it...

"I'll have him meet us up with dinner...another night. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds wonderful, beautiful," Fernando responded, still watching Paraiba make pleasant greetings with guests.

Aires ran his hands through his hair. It was 3 am and he was wide awake. He couldn't sleep so he had gone to take a shower. Usually a shower was the way he cleansed himself after doing something regretful the calming hot water would soothe away his worries of a eternity in hell. It hadn't calmed him down at all. He couldn't take his thoughts off Sapphire, his father, his brother, his family he never knew about. What should he do? He needed answers. The best place to get them would be from the source of secrecy. He looked over at Sapphire still asleep on the bed. What was it that made the model sleep for so long?

Aires dressed quickly and set on top of his head a baseball cap. Viento had been persistant that a baseball cap was the best way to conceal ones self from being noticed anywhere. He would try it out today! After the baseball cap he placed sunglasses on. All his childhood sunglasses had been what concealed his eyes from the world that was terrified of them. Walking around the pitch black room was easy for him since he had done it all his youth years.

Aires walked to the door of the room. Just before he was about to step out he heard soft murmurs from Sapphire. He turned and glanced back to the bed. Was he....crying? Aires walked over to him slowly, and knelt down next to him. With the sunglasses on he could see big objects in a room, but not the faint glisten of tears. He touched Sapphire's cheek to check for the moisture of a tear. There it was.

Aires nearly cried out when Sapphire immediately sat up in bed, jolted from whatever he was dreaming about. He panted hard as a hand went to run through his hair.

"Are you okay?" Aires stood from his kneeling position and laid a hand on Sapphire's back. Immediately Sapphire pulled away from his touch.

"Don't touch me."

"I'm sorry. You must have been having a terrible dream."

"No. It's nothing."

Aires smiled some. Sapphire was too proud to admit he was scared of his nightmares. "Why don't you lay down, and try it again? I'll pray for you."

"That wont do any good."

"Just lay down. You don't have to sleep. Just close your eyes."

Sapphire laid back down in the bed slowly. He would get up once Aires was asleep again.

Aires laid his hand over Sapphire's forehead. "When you lay down, you will not be afriad. When you lie down your sleep with be sweet. Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked. For the lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared." He leaned forward and kissed Sapphire's forehead. "Try it now."

((That was probably not perfect, but I've been saying it so long that I'm not sure....))