Date: November 1997
Location: My Heart Will Go On recording session, Los Angeles
Connection: AEG's music division owns a slice of the Titanic soundtrack royalties. Alexander visits the studio just as Celine hits the note.
Cher laughs, muttering: "Jesus, tone it down."
They both notice him.
He offers one suggestion about melody —
and suddenly the whole room changes key.
The studio smelled like fresh vinyl and anxiety. Engineers tiptoed, managers whispered, and Celine Dion stood at the mic like she was on trial before the gods.
The track had everything: sweeping strings, thunderous keys, James Horner chewing through emotion like it owed him money. But something still felt... off.
Then she hit the note.
The note.
It rang like a crystal war cry. Pitch-perfect. Technically flawless.
From the corner, Cher — draped in black and chewing Nicorette like it was gum from Olympus — muttered:
"Jesus. Tone it down before we all cry blood."
The sound engineer winced.
Then the door opened.
Alexander Kaine entered, silent, as if the room had summoned him.
He didn't speak at first. Just listened.
Celine turned. Cher raised a brow.
He stepped toward the glass, gaze focused not on the diva, but on the trembling edge of the melody.
"Take the last refrain," he said quietly, addressing no one and everyone. "Pull the strings out. Just piano. Let it ache, not shout."
The producer blinked. Cher crossed her arms. Celine didn't move.
But the room did.
The arrangement shifted. The note came again — this time softer, rawer, like a heart whispering instead of screaming.
Cher gave him a sideways look. "You a musician?"
"I own silence," he replied. "I just rent sound."
Celine smiled. "Then maybe you should write the sequel."
---
Later, Cher and Celine stood with him by the studio exit.
"You know what you are?" Cher said, lighting a cigarette under the _no smoking_ sign.
"A good listener?" he offered.
"A goddamn disruptor."
Celine leaned in, amused. "Are you always like this?"
Alexander looked at them — two women who ruled different continents of music — and said, "Only when the world needs changing."
They watched him walk away — and neither forgot the moment the music bent for him.
--
As the studio door clicks shut, the hum of the city outside fades into a distant murmur, replaced by the intimate crackle of a neon sign flickering through the window. The air is thick with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and the ghost of spilled coffee, a testament to the intensity of the night's session.
Cher, her eyes glinting with mischief, leans against the wall, her posture casual but electric. "So, Alexander," she drawls, exhaling a plume of smoke, "you've got us all worked up with your magic. What now?"
Alexander's gaze is steady, his presence filling the room without him having to move. "Now," he replies, his voice a low rumble, "we explore the music that's left unspoken."
Celine, still buzzing from the high of singing, steps closer to Alexander, her eyes shining with a mix of awe and desire. "I feel it too," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "The song in the silence."
Cher chuckles, pushing off from the wall and sauntering over, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation. "Silence, huh? That's a loaded word, isn't it?"
Alexander's eyes flick to Cher, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Silence can be deafening, or it can be the perfect backdrop for revelation."
Cher's hand rests on his shoulder, her fingers tracing the line of his collar. "Revelation, you say? And what are you revealing, Alexander?"
Celine's breath hitches as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against Alexander's chest. "The truth," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "The truth of who we are."
Alexander's hand covers Celine's, his grip firm and reassuring. "And who are you, Celine?"
Celine's eyes meet his, her gaze intense and unyielding. "I am a singer, a performer, a woman who knows her power."
Cher leans in, her breath warm against Alexander's ear. "And I am a woman who knows what she wants."
Alexander's gaze shifts between the two, his expression unreadable. "Then take it," he says, his voice a command.
Cher and Celine exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They both drop to their knees, their movements synchronized, their eyes locked on Alexander. Cher's hands are on his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle, while Celine's hands are already on his thighs, her touch firm and demanding.
"Fuck, you're both so goddamn perfect," Alexander growls, his voice thick with desire.
Cher's mouth is hot and eager, her tongue swirling around him, while Celine's touch is softer, her lips gentle but insistent. "You taste so good," Cher murmurs, her words vibrating against his flesh.
"Mmm, and you're so hard for us," Celine adds, her fingers tracing patterns on his inner thighs, teasing him.
They work together, their movements fluid and coordinated, each one feeding off the other's pleasure. The room fills with the sounds of their breathing, the soft moans and murmurs of pleasure, the wet sounds of their tongues and lips.
Alexander's hands tangle in their hair, his grip tight as he guides them, his hips moving in rhythm with their mouths. "That's it, take it all," he commands, his voice a low rumble.
The room becomes a stage, their bodies the instruments, playing a symphony of desire and power. Cher's laughter turns to a moan as Alexander's hips thrust forward, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. "Fuck, you're choking on it," he grunts, his eyes locked on her.
Celine's eyes flutter closed, her head falling back as his hands explore her, his touch igniting a fire within her. "Touch me more," she begs, her voice breathless. "I need to feel you everywhere."
Alexander obliges, his fingers slipping under her dress, finding her already wet and ready. "You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "I could fuck you right here, right now."
Cher pulls back, her lips glistening. "Maybe we should," she suggests, her eyes shining with mischief. "Let's give him a show he'll never forget."
Celine nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, let's make him beg for it."
Cher and Celine rise to their feet, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony. Cher's fingers find the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing inch by inch of her smooth, bare skin. Celine mirrors her movements, her dress slipping off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
Alexander's eyes widen, taking in the sight of their nearly naked bodies. "Fuck, you two are incredible," he breathes, his voice thick with lust.
Cher steps closer, her hips swaying seductively as she straddles his lap, her thighs pressing against his. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "You like what you see?" she whispers, her voice a sultry purr.
Celine joins them, her body pressing against Alexander's back as she leans over his shoulder. Her hands find his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin. "We want to make you feel so good," she murmurs, her lips brushing against his neck.
Cher begins to move, her hips grinding against him, her body undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm. She leans back, her hands on his thighs, her eyes locked on his as she gives him a lap dance that leaves him breathless.
Celine's hands explore his body, her touch light and teasing. She leans in, her lips capturing his in a deep, passionate kiss. Alexander's hands find her hips, pulling her closer, his body responding to her touch.
Cher's movements become more intense, her body pressing against him, her hips moving in a circular motion that drives him wild. She leans in, her lips capturing his ear, her voice a low whisper. "You want to fuck us, don't you?"
Alexander's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body on fire with desire. "Yes, fuck yes," he growls, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer.
Celine's hands find his belt, her fingers deftly undoing it, her touch urgent and demanding. "Then take us," she whispers, her voice a low purr. "Fuck us like you've never fucked anyone before."
Cher pulls back, her body still moving in a sensual rhythm as she watches Celine's hands work. "Yes, fuck us hard," she adds, her voice breathless with desire. "Make us feel every inch of you."
Alexander's hands grip Cher's hips, pulling her closer as he stands, his mouth finding hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. He guides her to the nearby couch, laying her down gently before his head dips between her thighs.
Cher's legs part, inviting him in, and Alexander's tongue finds her wet, eager folds. He explores her with a hungry fervor, his tongue swirling around her clit, teasing and tasting. "Fuck, you taste so good," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
Her pussy is slick and hot, her inner walls clenching with need. Alexander's fingers slip inside her, curving to hit that perfect spot, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault. Cher's moans fill the room, her body writhing beneath him as he brings her closer and closer to the edge.
Celine watches, her eyes dark with desire as she straddles Alexander from behind, her back to his chest. She reaches between her legs, guiding his cock to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowers herself onto him, taking him inch by inch.
Her pussy is tight and wet, her inner walls gripping him like a vice. Alexander groans, his hips bucking as he fills her completely. Celine begins to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm, her body undulating as she rides him reverse cowgirl.
Alexander's hands find her hips, his grip tight as he guides her movements, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Her pussy is so fucking perfect, so tight and wet, and he can feel every inch of her gripping him.
Cher's moans grow louder, her body tensing as Alexander's tongue brings her to the brink of orgasm. "Fuck, I'm so close," she gasps, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Celine's movements become more urgent, her hips grinding against him, her body seeking its own release. "Yes, fuck me harder," she demands, her voice breathless with need.
Alexander complies, his hips thrusting upwards, meeting her movements with equal force. His cock slides in and out of her, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. He can feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls pulsing with each thrust.
Cher's body tenses, her back arching as she comes undone, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Alexander's tongue continues to lap at her clit, drawing out her pleasure, his own body on the edge of release.
Celine's movements become erratic, her body shaking as she reaches her own climax, her pussy gripping Alexander's cock like a vice. "Fuck, I'm coming," she cries out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.
Alexander's hips buck one final time, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling Celine with his release. He collapses back against the couch, his body spent, his mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
Alexander's breath is still ragged as he pulls Cher up from the couch, his strong hands gripping her waist with a fierce intensity. He lifts her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. Cher's eyes are wide with a mix of surprise and anticipation, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Hold on tight, baby," Alexander growls, his voice a low rumble of desire. He positions her against the wall, her back pressing firmly against the cool surface. Cher's arms wrap around his neck, her fingers digging into his skin as she holds on, her heart racing with excitement.
Alexander's cock, still hard and throbbing, finds its way to her entrance. He thrusts into her with a single, powerful movement, filling her completely. Cher gasps, her head falling back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels every inch of him inside her.
Her pussy is so wet and tight, her inner walls gripping him like a glove. Alexander begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through both of them, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Cher's moans fill the room, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Fuck, you feel so good," she gasps, her body arching against him. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Alexander's hands grip her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he holds her in place, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. He can feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls pulsing with each thrust.
The room is filled with the sounds of their fucking, the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, the soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Alexander's breath is hot against her neck, his lips finding her skin, his teeth nipping and biting as he marks her.
Cher's body tenses, her muscles coiling as she approaches another orgasm. "I'm so close," she cries out, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder, make me come."
Alexander complies, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper. He can feel her pussy gripping him tighter, her body trembling as she nears the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he sends her over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
Cher's body shakes, her inner walls pulsing around him, milking him for all he's worth. Alexander's own release builds, his cock throbbing as he comes, filling her with his hot seed. He collapses against her, his body spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Cher's legs unwrap from his hips, her body sliding down the wall as she stands on shaky legs. Alexander's arms wrap around her, holding her close as they both catch their breath, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.
Cher and Celine exchange a knowing glance, their bodies still flushed with the afterglow of their previous encounter. They move to the edge of the couch, positioning themselves side by side, their backs arched and their asses presented invitingly to Alexander.
"Looks like we're not done with you yet," Cher purrs, her voice a sultry whisper. She glances back at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining with mischief. "We want you to take our asses, Alexander. Make us feel every inch of you."
Celine echoes her sentiment, her voice a low, breathless moan. "Yes, fuck our asses. We want to feel you deep inside us, stretching us, filling us completely."
Alexander's eyes widen, his cock already stirring at the thought. He steps closer, his hands finding their hips, his fingers digging into their soft flesh. "Fuck, you two are insatiable," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
Cher's ass is round and firm, her skin smooth and inviting. Alexander's hands explore her curves, his fingers tracing the line of her spine, sending shivers down her body. "I'm going to make you scream," he promises, his voice a low rumble.
Celine's ass is equally enticing, her cheeks slightly parted, revealing a hint of her tight, pink hole. Alexander's fingers find her entrance, teasing and probing, preparing her for what's to come. "You're so fucking tight," he murmurs, his voice a mix of admiration and lust.
Cher's body tenses, her back arching as Alexander's fingers slip inside her, stretching her. "Yes, just like that," she gasps, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Fuck me hard, Alexander. Make me feel you deep inside."
Celine's moans join Cher's, her body responding to Alexander's touch. "Please, fuck us," she begs, her voice breathless. "We need to feel you, all of you."
Alexander's cock is rock hard, throbbing with anticipation. He positions himself behind Cher first, his hands gripping her hips as he guides his cock to her tight, waiting hole. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters her, feeling her body resist and then yield to him.
Cher's cry of pleasure fills the room, her body trembling as he fills her completely. "Fuck, you're so big," she gasps, her fingers digging into the couch cushions.
Alexander begins to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady rhythm. The sensation is intense, her ass gripping him like a vice, her body responding to every movement. He can feel her inner walls pulsing around him, her body adjusting to his size.
Celine watches, her body aching with need as she waits her turn. "Yes, fuck her hard," she encourages, her voice a low moan. "Make her feel every inch of you."
Alexander complies, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper. Cher's moans grow louder, her body shaking as he brings her closer to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he sends her over, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
He pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices, and moves to Celine. She arches her back, presenting herself to him, her body trembling with anticipation. Alexander positions himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her with a single, powerful movement.
Celine's cry of pleasure joins Cher's, their voices a symphony of desire and ecstasy. Alexander's hips move in a relentless rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet ass. He can feel her body responding to him, her inner walls gripping him, her moans filling the room.
Cher watches, her body still trembling from her own orgasm, her eyes locked on Alexander and Celine. "Fuck, you look so hot," she murmurs, her voice a low purr. "Make her come, Alexander. Make her scream your name."
Alexander's hips move faster, his cock thrusting deeper, his body seeking its own release. Celine's body tenses, her muscles coiling as she nears the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, Alexander sends her over, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.
Her body shakes, her inner walls pulsing around him, milking him for all he's worth. Alexander's own release builds, his cock throbbing as he comes, filling her with his hot seed. He collapses against her, his body spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Cher and Celine both turn to him, their eyes shining with satisfaction and desire. "That was incredible," Cher murmurs, her voice a low purr. "You fucked us so good, Alexander."
Celine nods in agreement, her body still trembling. "Yes, you were amazing. We can't wait to do it again."