Okay. Now I have to make this very clear, this is NOT a Michael/Justin fic (although I don't mind that pairing) but this story is not it. Those two will stop kidding themselves sooner or later (sooner :P) This is part two, enjoy, and I adore feedback of anykind!

Justin sat up in-front of the TV with Gus who had propped himself up against a few pillows, watching "The Yellow Submarine" uninterestedly. He had gone back to Ted's to get a few things, and tell him what was going on, and came back just in time for the girls departure. After many "Thank you's" and hugs, they finally left, leaving him to deal with Gus alone. Not that he minded.

He looked down at the baby, who really didn't seem to think "The Yellow Submarine" was the best movie ever. "Okay, okay, so not everyone thinks this movie is a complete and utter work of art..." Justin trailed off, hitting the stop button on the VCR. Gus smiled, and giggled as the screen tuned blue, Justin rolled his eyes and laughed. "Okay, smarty pants..." He began, getting Gus's attention "You pick a movie" Justin motioned towards the pile of DVD's and Tapes in-front of the entertainment center. The boy didn't hesitate before getting on his hands and knees, making his way to the pile and rummaged through the many movies. Pretty soon Gus tuned towards Justin with a DVD clutched in his small hands. He looked at the cover and laughed.

"The Hills Have Eyes' okay, no. Im not sure you Mommies would appreciate that..." Justin place the DVD on the coffee table. "Try again" He told the boy. He watched as Gus did the same thing, this time holding up a tape. Justin laughed harder, "The Joys of Lesbian Sex.... I know your FATHER wouldn't appreciate that." He said to the boy, "What is this doing in the living room, anyway?" he whispered to himself as he placed the tape with the DVD on the coffee table. Justin saw Gus yawn and smiled, It was 7 already, and the girls wanted him in bed by 6:30.... oh well.

"You tired, Gus?" He asked.

Gus babbled something incoherent and yawned again. Justin grinned, and stood up. He leaned down and picked the boy up, who immediately wrapped his arms around Justin's neck. He turned around and headed up stairs, where Gus's room was.

~~~~~

Brian decided to call Lindsey to see how Gus was doing, for some reason he felt as if he needed to call. So he dialed the familiar number and waited... and waited.... and waited.

After about 5 rings, and chipper "Hello?" was heard on the other end... No fucking way. Brian knew that Justin was going over there, but it was 7:30... why was he still there?

"What are you doing answering their phone? You don't live there..." Brian said rudely.

He could almost hear Justin rolling his eyes, "Oh my god, its Brian Mother Fucking Kinney.... Whatever shall I do?" He heard Justin call out sarcastically, "oh I know, Ill hang up in hopes that mister 'I Run the Fucking Universe' decides to be civil, and greet me properly."

Click.

Brian stared at the phone, shocked. He put the it back up to his ear, "HELLO!?" He was greeted with a dial tone. "That twat!" Brian pressed re-dial and waited.

"Hello?" The same chipper voice filled his ears, pretending as if he didn't know who it was.

"Who the fuck do you think you are hanging up on me, you little shit, I ought to..."

"Wrong answer." Justin said pleasantly before...

Click.

Brian growled, and vaguely thought of throwing the phone across the room. Instead he hit re-dial.

"Hello?" That chipper, now slightly amused voice filled his ears again.

"I am NOT playing this game with you, SUNSHINE..." Brian said, putting emphasis on Justin's nickname, "So don't push me! Now tell me why the fuck you're over there, now, or I'm going to ram that phone down your pretty little throat!"

"Man you have got to work on your people skills, MR KINNEY. You see, if you were to act civil and say, 'Could you please tell me why you are are over there? I would much appreciate it.' I would answer you." Justin continued with cool tone "Instead, you said, quote 'Now tell me why the fuck you're over there, now, or I'm going to ram that phone down your pretty little throat.' unquote." Justin recited, never loosing his cool.

Brian gaped at the gall this guy had.

"Now, I'm going to hang up again, hopefully you'll get the picture, call back, and treat me with some respect."

Click.

Brian had had it, he threw the phone on the couch and grabbed his coat. He grabbed his keys, wallet and cigarettes before storming out the sliding door, and slamming it shut. He ignored the elevator, taking the stairs two at a time.

'I'm going to show that little shit exactly who he is messing with!' Brian thought passionately as he stormed down the stairs. 'Who are you kidding Kinney?' a small voice in the back of his head chirped 'You just want to see him again!'

"Shut up!" He yelled... to himself, as he exited the building, frightening a young woman who happened to be walking by at the time.

~~~~~

Justin didn't hear the phone ring again, so he had figured Brian gave up. He giggled, he loved the scratchy, growly thing Brian's voice did when he was frustrated. He was sure that same voice scared others half to hell, but to him... it was enduring. Ted had told Justin once that dealing with Brian was like dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. If you catch him on a good day, he'll joke with you, dance with you, and buy you a drink... typically a nice guy. If you catch him on a bad day, he'll chew you up, spit you out, then piss on the remains. He joked that THAT was the real reason Brian never had a boyfriend, nobody could keep up with him.

"He's like a bear..." Ted said "and you NEVER poke the bear."

Justin, on the other hand, was like a curious little kitten. He loved poking the bear, it was fun!

He was slightly disappointed that Brian had given up so easily, thinking maybe he should call him back, and apologize. He quickly forgot the idea, 'I don't have any reason to apologize. I should call him and bitch him out, he's such an asshole.'

A small voice in the back of his head snorted, 'you just want to hear his voice again!'

"Please" Justin said out loud, trying to ignore the fact that he was talking to himself.

Justin heard someone knocking... no banging on the door and frowned. The banging continued and he jumped up quickly to get it, hoping Gus wouldn't wake up. He walked over to the door, unlocked it and swung it open just in time to see a fist flying his way. Justin ducked, grabbed the fist, and kicked the man in the stomach. A grunt was heard as the man fell to his knees. Justin was ready to call the cops when he saw that it was Brian.

"Oh, shit! Brian are you okay?" He asked, now worried. Brian looked up, with fire in his eyes. "Peachy." He got out, trying to catch his breath. Justin kneeled down, and wrapped an arm around the mans waist, hosting him up the best he could. He got him into the house and on the couch, Brian still trying to catch his breath. Justin disappeared into the kitchen, and reappeared with a glass of water moments later. He handed Brian the glass and sat next to the now seething man. Brian gulped down a good portion of the water, eyes not leaving the blonde next to him. When he finished he placed the glass on the table and glared at Justin.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled, obviously angry.

"Shh!" Justin replied, "Gus is sleeping!" He hissed.

"Why. Are. You. Here?" Brian repeated, for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

"I. Am. Baby-sitting." Justin answered, mocking Brian.

Brian shook his head... "First, you get a job at Babylon, then you get yourself all cozy with Michael, and now your my son's BABYSITTER?" Brian narrowed his eyes. "Are you stalking me?" Justin snorted.

"Don't flatter yourself..." He laughed at the look on Brian's face.

Brian tried to stand up, but hissed and fell back against the couch. He lifted up his shirt to show a large boot shaped red spot on his taut stomach, that would no doubt become a bruise. Memories quickly flashed in Brian's head, but he ignored them and looked at Justin who was staring at the same mark. "You kicked me." Brian said simply.

"You tried to hit me." Justin shot back, "I was defending myself!"

"I didn't try to hit you, I was knocking on the door..."

"Banging" Justin interrupted, Brian ignored him.

"You got in the way of my fist."

Justin sighed, "Fine, its my fault, I'm so very sorry I got in the way of your fist, Mr Kinney."

"Stop calling me that..." Brian said quietly, "It reminds me of my father."

Justin was shocked at the meek tone Brian had used, and instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry"

"Sorry's bullshit." Brian said, not looking at Justin.

"Not when you mean it." Justin stated, and looked back down at the forming bruise.

"Geez, what the fuck are you, a ninja?" Brian asked and Justin rolled his eyes. "No I'm not a ninja... my ex-boyfriend Cody taught me how to fight. He turned out to be a bit of a psycho."

Brian laughed, "oh yeah? and how many psycho ex's do you have?" Brian asked

"Three." Justin stated, and laughed at Brian, who had groaned.

"I don't think I could handle one relationship let alone three. Justin laughed harder.

~~~~~

Brian was surprised at himself for being so honest with the blonde. He was also surprised that found Justin's laugh so enjoyable, he loved how his eyes lit up when he laughed, and that smile, he now knew why Ted called him Sunshine.

"So" he continued "Who were these ex boyfriends?" Brian asked. Justin seemed a little taken back by the question (not so much the question, but the fact that Brian was asking it.)

"You give a shit?" Justin asked.

Brian snorted, "No." and Justin giggled.

"First there was Ethan..." He started anyway, "I met him when I was 15, he was nineteen. He played the romantic card and 'Swept me off my feet'" He said dramatically, putting his hands over his heart, Brian shook his head and smiled. "He was also my first... we dated for a like 6 months, then he started talking about me quitting school, and coming to live with him. It kinda freaked me out so I broke up with him... and uh... well, he kinda started stalking me..." Justin seemed embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck with is right hand.

"Is he still?" Brian asked, a little concerned. "No," Justin, although he sounded unsure of himself. "I haven't seem him in awhile."

Brian wanted to ask about "Ian" a bit more, but the blonde continued "then there was Chris Hobbs... He wasn't really a boyfriend, more like a fuck buddy. We went to an all boys school together since 5th grade, and I had the biggest church on him."Brian nodded, and told Justin to continue "This one time he had detention together, we were sixteen, when we were done, he started talking about this girl he had fucked or something... I dunno, I wasn't really listening. Anyway he started rubbing himself through his pants, getting hard... So I jerk him off..." Brian laughed, and Justin giggled along side him, "Since then we would sneak over to each-other's houses, well, apartment in my case, and fuck around. He would always say that he only fucked me cause we went to an all boys school 'and there was no pussy around'" Justin deepened his voice, mocking Chris, "He was so full of shit, but he was hot, so It didn't really matter to me."

"We did that for a couple of years actually, I broke it off when we were 17. He had a girlfriend now, who was actually really nice. She went to the girls academy across the street, and I felt bad about fucking around with her boyfriend, so like I said, I broke it off..." Justin stopped, he didn't seem to want to continue with the story. Brian was now very interested, "go on..." he pushed, giving Justin a look that told him he could trust him. He hesitated a little before continuing.

"Chris was a little pissed that I wouldn't let him fuck me anymore. He started acting like the typical jock stereotype, pushing me into lockers, calling me fag in the hallways, the whole nine yards... he even set my locker on fire once." Justin adjusted himself on the couch, "I ignored him for the most part, that only seemed to piss him off more. The two schools, the boy's and the girl's held a prom type thing for us Juniors and Seniors. I took my friend Daphne. We got kinda bored so we went the parking garage of the hotel to smoke, she went to her car to get cigarettes and I waited a little ways away." Justin stopped again, and looked away from Brian. "Chris came up behind me, and hit me in the head with a baseball bat. He started to beat me with it, I guess Daphne saw it and grabbed her taser. I was unconscious, but apparently she beat the shit out of him before calling an ambulance." Justin laughed a little, thinking of his friend.

"I was in a coma for three weeks, and the my motor skills in my right hand are basically shot. Chris was sentenced to four years in prison for assault..."

"Damn," Brian whispered, "Yeah," Justin said, "Shit happenings"

Brian knew the blonde was hiding his emotions, hell he did it everyday of his life, so he understood where Justin was coming from.

The boy sighed and shook his head, "So, after high-school... I actually graduated after all the crap," Justin laughed bitterly "I started living with Ben and Hunter..."

"Ben and Hunter?" Brian asked, confused.

"Yeah, Hunter is a friend of mine, and Ben is the guy who adopted him, anyway, I started living with them cause my father didn't want me living with him, and he threatened to stop paying my mom if she let me live with her. She didn't have a job (nor could she find one) and she had to take care of my little sister, so I understand her choice." Justin continued, though looked hurt at the thought. "Thats when I got a job a stripper..." Brian couldn't help it, he laughed,

"Shuddup," Justin ordered half heartedly, he continued to laugh, "Anyway, THATS when I met cody..."

"Wait, wait, wait... he was a customer?" Brian laughed harder.

"Do you want to hear the story or not?" Justin asked, frustrated.

"Go ahead," Brian said, still chuckling softly.

"He seemed nice enough at first, sort of intense, but I kinda liked it. He taught me how to fight, even taught me how to shoot..."

"A gun?" Brian asked disbelievingly. "No, Brian, my load... yeah a gun." Justin laughed, Brian shook his head.

"After about three months of being with him, he convinced me to quit stripping and come live with him. Thats when he started to change..."

"Like the hulk?" Brian asked, tongue in cheek.

"Pretty much," Justin laughed, "He started getting.... violent with me. Which is sort of ironic cause he was the one who taught me how to defend myself... Anyway, really long story short I left him, and moved back in with Ben and Hunter."

"and now you're here..." Brian finished.

"and now I'm here" Justin agreed, and looked at the man beside him, "and I have no idea why I just told you all that." He laughed, "So what about you?" Justin asked, "any ex's?"

Brian snorted, "Nope. No boyfriends, don't do them." He said simply.

"You don't 'do' them?" Justin asked

"Nope," Brian repeated, "Never."

"What if you fell deeply and madly in-love with some guy, not even then?" Justin pushed again.

"I'd never fall in-love."

"I said IF."

"Still," Brian began "It wouldn't be worth all the bullshit. No boyfriends, no husbands, no dating, none of it. I don't even fuck the same guy twice."

"I see..." Justin said, not sure why he felt hurt. He looked at the clock and sighed, '9:00 already...'

"Do you work tonight?" Brian asked, noticing Justin staring at the clock.

"Yeah, I start at ten... until three."

Brian nodded, and sat back, processing all of the information Justin had given him. 'He's a strong fucker, I'll give him that...'

~~~~~

Michael stood at the bar in Babylon, ordering another beer. Justin had told him he started at ten tonight, and he wanted to catch him before his shift. He wasn't sure if what Brian said was true or not, but he didn't care... He was going to ask Justin out. Even if he did laugh in his face (he really hoped he didn't) he didn't want to let something Brian had said affect him like it would have in the past. Michael knew that Brian sometimes manipulated him, before it never bothered him, but now that his little "thing" for Brian wasn't as strong as it used to be, the way he used Michael kinda bothered him.

He looked at the entrance once more, hoping to see the blonde. Looking down at his watch he saw that it was already 9:50... Michael sighed.

~~~~~

Justin walked down the ally beside Babylon, getting looks from various "shady" characters, although it didn't really bother him. Brian had given him a ride after the girls showed up, around 9:30. They hadn't talked much accept for the 'thank you' Justin had given him before walking towards the establishment. He didn't know if Brian was staying or not, but tried to convince himself that he didn't care either way.

Pushing the large back door open, and stepped inside a hallway lined with a few lockers. He saw the redhead.

"Hey you!" The other man called to him, motioning Justin over to him. "So Sap gave you a job, right on. My names Jay... but people call me "Big Red," The red head stated, putting his hand out.

"Can't imagine why..." Justin said , taking his hand in his, "I'm Justin, people call me many things."

"Big Red" laughed, and turned back to his locker. Justin looked around at the other guys in the room, catching the attention of a bulky man, with short, dark hair. "Hey, you a new dancer?" He asked Justin who smiled. "No" he said "I'm here to oil you all down before you start dancing..." The man's eyes widened and he asked, "Are you serious?" Jay rolled his eyes, "He's a dancer, Jared, don't be so gullible." The room laughed at the now blushing 'Jared.'

"You should get changed, Jus, we're about to have a shift change." Jay said, giving Justin a pair of what looked like cut off, silver bicycle shorts and a pair of angel wings. He shook his head before pulling off his shirt and changing.

~~~~~

Michael looked at his watch once again, 'ten o'five,' he thought, 'he should be here.' He looked around a little closer, and smiled when he saw the blonde up on a platform, moving his hips to the beat of the song. Michael tried not to let his imagination run too wild as he made his way over to him. He got the platform and looked up at Justin, who hadn't noticed him yet.

~~~~~

Justin loved this job already, he was literally being paid to go out dancing every night. He noticed Michael below him and kneeled down, "Hey!" he yelled over the music.

"Hey!" Michael replied "Lookin' good!" Justin laughed. "Listen," He continued, getting to the point "I know you're working tomorrow night, so I was wondering if you would like to go see a movie in the afternoon or something." He asked, looking a little nervous. Justin stared at the man below him, 'a date with Michael?' he thought, 'hmm, I would rather go with Brian...' He stopped himself before he could finish his thought, 'Stop it Justin, Brian doesn't want to take you out... Michael does. He's cute and charming and... looking very worried that you haven't answered him yet.'

"Sure!" Justin blurted out, smiling. Michael smiled back and nodded.

"HEY!" Justin heard Saperstein yell, who had appeared next to Michael "I'm not paying you to talk to your boyfriend!" He gave Michael a look.

"Okay, okay," Justin rolled his eyes, standing up.

Michael looked up at him again, and yelled "I'll pick you up at the diner tomorrow, at noon 'kay?"

"Yeah! I'll see you then!" Justin yelled back, and started to dance again. Saperstein gave Michael one last look before turning, and making his way off of the dance floor.

~~~~~

Brian was loosing his mind, he was sure of it. Not only did he stay and talk to that damn twink.... but he had given him a ride to "work", turned around to go home only to find that the boy left his wallet in his jeep, turned BACK around and was now looking at his best friend talk to the half naked blond up on a lit platform. That wasn't even the worst of it... he was jealous. Him, "Brian Mother Fucking Kinney" as the blonde in question had called him, was jealous of his best friend for making Justin laugh. Not only that but he was sure Michael had Just asked Justin out, and Justin didn't seem to object much.

'Where is he going to take him, a fucking comic book convention?' He thought bitterly as he pocketed the twinks wallet, and grabbed the first willing guy he could find, dragging him to the back room.

~~~~~

Justin let the beat take him, swaying lightly, rolling his hips and listening to the men below whistle and holler. He looked around and his eyes instantly adjusted on Brian who was dragging another man to the back room. Justin swallowed and forced himself to look away. 'That guys not even hot. What is he doing with him?' Justin thought, trying not to let the fact that Brian was fucking some guy (who wasn't him) in the back room right now... 'I just agreed to go out with Michael... what the hell am I doing stressing over Brian?' He shook his head and continued to dance.

~~~~~

"Ooh the drama..." Emmett said casually, leaning against the bar with Ted. "What do you mean Em?" Ted asked, obviously not paying attention.

"You mean you can't see it?" The tall queen asked the shorter man.

"See what?" Ted asked confused, and Emmett sighed.

"Well, Brian is interested in Justin... very interested, but is too proud to admit it. Justin is equally interested in Brian, but, no offense Teddy, but your cousin is very stubborn as well." Ted snorted, and whispered 'no shit.' "Michael is interested in Justin..." Emmett continued, ignoring Ted, "but is a little less proud. I'm guessing that he just asked Sunshine out on a date, and Justin didn't seem too against the idea..."

"Wait..." Ted stopped him, "how do you know that? He could have just asked how is first night was going..."

"Ooh Teddy..." Emmett cooed, and sipped his Cosmopolitan, "I know what I'm talking about."

"So Michael wants to be with Sunshine?" The shorter man asked, still confused.

"He thinks he does... but he'll soon find out that he's just using Justin as a rebound to help get over David, he and Sunshine arrant right for each-other..."

"Michael is using Justin?" Ted asked, ignoring all else his friend had said. "I can't let that happen... I got to go talk to Michael." Ted stated, putting his beer down.

"Relax..." Emmett told him, placing his hand on Ted's shoulder. "Justin is using Michael too, to keep his mind of off Brian... and Brian is currently using that tall, spanish man over their," He pointed, "to keep his mind off of Justin." Emmett giggled.

Ted shook his head, sipping his beer again. "Thats very..."

"...dramatic?" Emmett offered.

"Yes." Ted said, staring at his cousin. 'Oh well' he thought, 'guess I got to let him make his own mistakes...'