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He found out there was something special about him when he was seven years old. Bellamy Blake had always been a smart kid, a creative smart kid at that, so when he started hearing things his mother wasn't saying out loud but that definitely came in her voice, he didn't bat an eye about it, he could read minds. For a couple of days he just heard his mom going on and on, worrying herself to death about their circumstances, but never sharing her fears with him, until one day he came up to her and set his hand over the slight bump in her belly and told her everything was going to be alright.
Aurora Blake had been stunned for about two minutes, she knew this had always been a possibility, she knew she carried the gene even though she hadn't demonstrated any powers, Bellamy's father had, being able to move things with his mind, he'd literally floated her off her feet when they first kissed. Yet, at seven years old no one would have already been expecting him to be showcasing his abilities, most stories she heard people only displayed them later into their early teens, this was in the least four years earlier than she'd considered it.
When he was twelve, a man came to their house, Marcus Kane, and invited them to spend some time in The Ark, a special place for kids like him. When they mentioned Bellamy had been presenting aspects of his abilities for about half a decade now all of them seemed to be a little taken aback, that was until little under a year later, a five year old Octavia started disappearing in places and popping up in others. That was how they became known, the prodigious Blake Siblings, the telepath and the teleporter.
As soon as he turned eighteen they'd left the Ark, just him and Octavia since their mother had died a couple years earlier. They did what they had to survive, their powers more than just a little useful, but Bellamy made sure they worked as well, and got some education, whether it be online or actually making Octavia go to school. He worked at a bar, and made a party trick out of always 'guessing' what his customers wanted to drink, he brought in big tips like that, and the owner never asked him too much about it, or think twice about his fake ID.
Once his sister was done with high school they spent a little while traveling the world, nicking hotel safes and squatting in unoccupied rooms or empty vacation homes. They spent so much time in Italy and Greece for his benefit (though Octavia wasn't really complaining about the days lounging in beaches. It was in a beach in Santorini that she met Lincoln. He was weary at first, mistrusting, getting involved with people was tricky, even if Mutants weren't as poorly treated as they had been during his parents and grandparents youth, some people still didn't take to them too kindly. It didn't help that his baby sister was getting involved with someone who was older than him. It wasn't until Lincoln had trusted them first, and disclosed that he had powers of his own - he could control the earth's vibrations, provoking his own earthquakes - that Bellamy had relaxed.
Flash forward to the present time, living on his own in the big city for some years now. Octavia had stayed in Greece with Lincoln and not even he could argue over the fact that she had found and fallen in love with possibly one of the only few mutants she could have in the tiny Island. So he'd moved back to the States and decided to start on his Masters degree. Using a lot of what he'd learnt during his trip, while trying to lose some of the things he'd accumulated during it as well, by some of the things, he meant vacation weight.
He'd gotten his college degree online, so this time around he actually decided to enroll at a university to get the fleshed out experience. Bellamy set a routine for his life, he found another bar he could work at, went back to his party trick, enjoyed the perks of being a telepath bartender and got laid pretty often, taking pride in making a point of being the best sex these girls ever had. He studied a lot, he worked out in his nice, cozy apartment, he blocked people out whenever it wasn't for his benefit, and he had weekly video chats set up with Octavia. All in all, he lived a pretty regular life for someone with exceptional powers.
It all changed when he started getting these intense waves of emotionally driven thoughts coming from across the hall, he just couldn't seem to block them, but they weren't so precise either. He thought about knocking on 3B plenty of times, trying to offer help in the most inconspicuous way that he could, peg it as neighborly concern. The blonde girl that lived there alone seemed to be nice enough, he often saw her covered in paint stains, her hair messy and her pretty blue eyes intense but inviting.
She seemed to be around Octavia's age, give or take a year, which helped bring out this protective instinct inside of him. So he started devising a plan, she seemed like the kind of girl who liked tea, and he had a worldly assortment of teas he could offer her a cup of. He had it all settled once the waves started becoming more accommodating, charged with this sense of sexual relief and affection, that threw him for a loop. He couldn't come over now, it would feel nothing short of invasive, so he dropped his plan.
That was, until a couple of months later, give or take a week, when Bellamy was in his shower, under the steady flow of warm water, relaxed, his mind clear, that he was hit with a clear image. This wasn't exactly a surprise, he could actually see thoughts in his mind if he tried a little, they had to be sharp and focused, but it wasn't that hard, though it had never happened quite like this. He would attribute it to the fact that he'd been so relaxed, something that was very far from what he was in the ever clearer image in his brain.
There was no doubt that he was seeing himself through someone else's eyes, someone else's fantasy, and someone else's very raunchy fantasy at that. He licked his lips, and braced one hand on the cold tile, closing his eyes as he tried to make things out with perfection, the more he tried the more sucked into the situation he became, it came to a point he wondered if he was actively manipulating it, but it felt more like a give and take. There was as much doubt as to who he was sharing this fantasy with, not just because of her proximity, but because of her blonde hair fanning out around her face, and those bright blue eyes looking down at him, from where he was on his knees, head between her legs.
The internal debate about whether if what he was doing was wrong or not didn't last long, after all, he hadn't been the one who started it, and he hardly thought he could block out this assault on his mind right now. So he figured, if you couldn't beat them, might as well join them, taking full advantage of the fact that he was in the shower, and nearly painfully turned on, he started working himself as he fed the fantasy. Where he'd have his hands, how he'd squeeze her, the way he'd look at her, it was all so real he could almost taste her on his tongue, and with a grunt and a final tug, his climax almost knocked him to his knees.
It took him about a minute to recover, closing the shower tabs and toweling himself off, rushing through the process of getting dressed as another thought floated it's way to him, less precise, just one word: Terrace. He barely took a second look at the clothes he put on, as he dragged the towel over his hair, reached for his cigarette pack, and rushed up the stairs and took a hit from the cool summer night outside, if she was coming up there, he wanted to make sure he'd gotten there before she did. Looking around to confirm the space was empty he lit himself a cigarette in order to clear his mind and brace himself for what was to come.
However, for all the preparation Bellamy could put himself through, having assumed a more relaxed position by the time he heard the terrace door open again. Nothing would have ever prepared him for the rush of thoughts running through her head as she saw him there, and he made sure to listen, one thing finally popping out, louder and clear than anything. His Hello Kitty Tattoo. He was proud of himself for not letting it show on his face how blatantly surprised he was, patiently finishing his cigarette before he turned to the beautifully disheveled blonde.
"I am dying to hear how exactly you know about that, Princess."