Moonlight, Magic and Mystery – 1
Author: Elsa Rose Bryant
Plot Bunny and Collaborator – Judy Urich

Summary: taking considerable liberties with canon story lines – this is a story of the rise and fall of Brian Kinney as he becomes ensnared by a certain blond who has eyes for only him.


“What are you reading Mikey?” Brian asked as he slipped into his usual booth at the back of Liberty Diner.

He signaled Debbie for a coffee only to receive a one-finger salute in return. Though he knew a coffee would appear soon. 

“It’s a new comic book. This is the first issue. The graphics are amazing and the storyline isn’t all that bad either. It’s about these people called Wahjee. They’re kind of like wizards or sorcerers or something. They live among us here on earth; no one knows who they are. I mean shit Brian, you could be a Wahjee.” Michael grinned. “And I’d never know. ‘cause you’d be like secretive and stuff.”

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He reached over and grabbed the comic book out of his old friend’s hand. The inside cover credited the artwork and story-line to Justin fucking Taylor. He should have known. 

“Give that back Brian. You’re bending the pages.” Michael reached for his comic only to have Brian pull it back from him. 

“You’ve probably bought ten if it’s a first issue.” Brian said knowing his friend. He wanted to take the comic back to the loft and read it. That little shit Taylor was going to be in so much trouble with council when they found out what he’d done. 

Brian tucked the comic into his inside jacket pocket while sugaring his coffee. He used a small glimmer spell to change the subject. Something he never liked to do, use his magic for himself. While he let his friend prattle on about nothing that interested him, Brian thought back to his school years when he’d first met Michael. 

Michael had been his assignment. He had to befriend a full-blooded human and learn to live completely as a human while still continuing to attend the School of Magycs. It was at that school he’d met Justin fucking Taylor, the little blond brat, son of the headmaster, spoiled rotten, little suck up that he was. Despite the difference in their ages, damn near twelve years, he was more often than not, paired up with Taylor just because the kid all but radiated magic. Apparently their magics were compatible or some such shit. The kid had it all but oozing out of his pores due to a genetic anomaly and Brian had much the same only more controlled. He’d always been more controlled. In fact while his magic and abilities were similar to Justin’s, no one had known until he’d reached puberty he’d been so in control.  

“So are we going to Babylon tonight or what?” Michael asked. “I told the guys to meet us there.”

“Yeah I could use a good blow job or ten.” Brian drawled. “Not that I expect more than mediocre, but you never know what the night might bring.”

“Right.” Michael snorted, already forgetting his comic book, just interested in what the night might bring. 

It was almost eleven when they headed over to the dance club. Brian had a feeling that midnight was going to change his life. He didn’t know why, but it was something he could feel deep inside of him. Shaking off any premonitions that might have snuck into his brain, Brian entered Babylon and let the throbbing music sink into his body just as he let the smells of men in lust filter through to his libido. 

Ted and Emmett were waiting on the catwalk for the arrival of Brian and Michael. Ted had a look in his eye that he rarely let be seen, it was almost predatory as he searched the crowd for his quarry, Brian Kinney. 

Emmett spotted them first. He stood on his toes and waved, his tall thin body dressed in a sheer pink tummy top over orange leather trousers were like a neon beacon to the sardonic man who nodded his acknowledgement of their location. “Brian is looking good tonight, isn’t he Teddy?” Emmett asked. 

“He looks the same as he always does.” Ted turned to the bar and ordered another beer. He liked to keep up the pretense that he was quenching his thirst after a bout on the dance floor. It fooled no one, least of all Brian or Michael. 

There was something about Ted that set him apart from the others, yet he was always there, always around watching and listening. In fact he was around so much that he had become almost invisible to them much like an old dog. And that’s the way he liked it.

“Em, Theodore.” Brian drawled as he signaled for a beer. “How’s tricks?” the smirk on his face told them he didn’t really expect an answer. He claimed his beer and drained it. “Later boys, I see something interesting on the dance floor.” 

The watched like some kind of Greek chorus as he stalked down the stairs, his walk that of a panther, moving effortlessly through the crowded jungle of men. He found his prey and as usual, all he needed to do was stare into the man’s eyes to have him follow him into the backroom.

“How the fuck does he do that?” Michael asked, and not for the first time. 

“Honey, if I knew I’d be down there giving lessons.” Emmett grinned. “I’m going to hit the old dance floor, Teddy do you want to join me?”

“Not now Em.” Ted pretended interest in his beer. “Michael, why don’t you dance with him?” 

“I was just going to suggest it.” Michael grinned up at his friend. “Maybe this’ll be our lucky night Em.”

It was almost midnight when Michael went looking for Brian. He had to work tomorrow, hell they all had to work in the morning. If he didn’t start Brian moving toward the exit now they’d never get home.  “Brian, hurry up.” He said when he found his friend getting his dick sucked in the back room. 

“He’s giving me his number.” Brian smirked., though he pushed the trick away and zipped up. The blowjob wasn’t worth the aggravation he’d get from Michael. There were times when he’d love to turn him into a toad or something. They were at the bottom of the stairs when he looked over and saw him. If it wasn’t the elusive Justin fucking Taylor, all growed up.

Their eyes met and Justin knew Brian had recognized him. He threw down his cigarette and continued to lean against the lamppost. He thought it was rather a romantic touch and he let mist roll in around him, framing him under the light. 

Brian had reached him. He put one hand on the post over Justin’s head. “Nice touch brat.” He whispered. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“You.” Justin shrugged. “Why not?” 

“Go play with your little friends, you can’t handle the big boys.” Brian said, but he didn’t move away, there was something about Justin that hadn’t been there when they attended school. Of course the kid was damn near a baby then. 

“Brian, hurry up, I have to get home. Some of us work you know.” It was Michael whining. 

“I could turn him into oh, maybe a rat or something.” Justin offered. 

Brian glared at him, took his arm and dragged him over to the jeep. “Get a ride with Ted. I’m claiming this one.” He all but threw Justin into the jeep and roared off, coming close to running over Michael’s toes. 

Justin threw back his head and laughed as he gestured with his hand making their seat belts fasten. “Safety first Brian.” He laughed. 

“Fuck you.” Brian mumbled as he sped toward his loft. He should have known Taylor would show up. It was the fall solstice and he’d had so many warnings but he’d ignored them all. 

“Actually I was hoping you’d fuck me. It is my eighteenth birthday as of ten minutes ago.” He grinned at Brian. “I’m officially a man.” 

“Why don’t you go home and let the family have their little coming of age thing?” 

“It isn’t until tonight.” Justin said, sinking back in the seat with satisfaction. “I promised myself this birthday present the day I first saw you.”

“Shit, you were what, two?” Brian looked at him, eyes wide.

“What can I say, I was precocious.” Justin blew him a kiss. He sat forward in his seat and looked out the rain-streaked window. “Are we there yet?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Brian slammed into his parking space with a slide and squeal of brakes. “Now get your ass up stairs. I want to discuss this little piece of crap with you.” He pulled out the comic and waved it in the air.

“Oh that.” Justin shrugged. “I rather liked drawing it. Did you notice that the hero has a striking resemblance to you?” 

“I haven’t read it yet. But I’ve had a brief run down. Are you completely out of your fucking mind?” 

“And the name Rage, suits you too.” Justin grinned and hopped from the car. “Cause you’re sure enraged.” He ran up to the door that opened without him touching it. “Well are you coming in out of the rain or not?” he asked sweetly. 

Brian locked the jeep and headed for his building. This night wasn’t shaping up the way he’d planned when he’d headed to the diner earlier. He let himself through the door and walked to the elevator where Justin was waiting somewhat impatiently for him. He was all but bouncing up and down on his toes with excitement.

“Would you calm the fuck down, you’re giving me a nervous itch.” Brian grumbled, not surprised when the elevator rose swiftly to the top floor without either of them touching the controls.  

Justin was inside his loft touching things and generally being nosy within seconds of the elevator stopping. “This place is so cool.” Justin said, taking off his plaid jacket and shrugging out of his blue jeans and tee shirt. He’d already kicked his sneakers off just inside the door. 

“Will you keep your damn clothes on.” Brian said through clenched teeth. “I’m not fucking you.”

“You have to; it’s my birthday and you’re what I want for my birthday.” Justin grinned. “Do you have any cold water, I’m thirsty.” 

“In the fridge, get it yourself.” Brian stomped toward his bedroom. But when he reached it Justin was in front of him all naked and shiny like a fresh new penny. His eyes were entreating with a look that would be better served if he were a spaniel. “Justin.” Brian began as he waved the crumpled comic book in the air.

“Brian.” Justin breathed. “It’s my birthday.” And Brian’s shirt came off. “Please.” His pants puddled at his feet. Justin leaned forward. “One kiss, you can’t say no to one kiss.”

“Ahhhh Brat, yes I can.” And Justin found himself on his back on the bed. Brian’s grin was feral. Brian pounced, he was in panther mode and Justin, well Justin was a snack. 

“This is about twenty times a hundred wrong, but what the fuck.” Brian mumbled as his lips claimed the virginal ones that pouted up at him. Blue neon flickered on with the first touch of their lips. Brian began to trail kisses down Justin’s torso, enjoying the flickering sparks he was making as his lips contacted skin that had never before been kissed. It was everything he could have imagined and made even more delicious by the utter wrongness of the seduction. Justin Taylor after all, was meant for far greater things than Brian Kinney ever had been. And the highest position in the Wahjee hierarchy was to be maintained by one pure of body and mind and that meant virginal, no sex, no ass plowing, no touching with the big bad Kinney cock. Brian grinned as his mouth sought Justin’s entrance. 

The phone rang, and rang and rang.

“Uh Brian, the phone.” Justin panted, barely able to speak. 

“I don’t want any phone.” Brian mumbled. “Just you.” 

His cell phone began to vibrate in chorus with the land line. “GREAT FUCKING BALLS OF HELL.” He said leaping off of Justin. “WHAT DO YOU WANT, I’M FUCKING BUSY?” he looked at Justin, “Or is that busy fucking?” 

“Asshole, Lindsay’s in the hospital. She’s making me call you, the baby is coming.” Melanie gritted her teeth as she spoke. “Apparently she wants you to see the baby.” She hung up before Brian could say anything else.

“Brian, uh Lindsay, she’s Wahjee?” Justin asked. 

“No. Human.” 

“Uh Brian, what part of the don’t fuck the humans and procreate didn’t you understand?” 

“I didn’t fuck her.” Brian grinned. “It doesn’t count if you jerk off in a cup.”

“Yeah, right, I’ll mention that to the High Council when they’re cutting your balls off. I’m sure they’ll get the whole jerking off in a cup versus squirting up her twat difference.” Justin drawled. “This is one fucked up birthday. I suppose we have to go to the hospital now.”

“We don’t have to do bugger all. I’m going to the hospital.” Brian was looking for his clothes only to find that Justin had made sure the two of them were dressed. “Good trick, you should show me how do that. It would save a lot of time.” 

“Don’t you do any magic?” Justin asked. He had them in the elevator now and it was plunging quickly to the fifth depth of hell as far as Brian was concerned.  

“No, and would you stop fucking with the elevator; I think I pissed my pants.” Brian mumbled, suddenly in the driver’s seat of the jeep. 

“God damn, you’re a worse drama queen than that little human shit you hang around with.” Justin said, getting in beside him. 

“Speaking of which, we have to pick up Mikey. Call him will you.” 

“I’m sooooo not speaking to him.” Justin looked disgusted. “I’ll dial though, you talk.” 

Brian explained to Michael what had happened and by the time he finished, they were in front of Michael’s apartment. “Can you get him out here without him having a stroke?” Brian asked, already seeing the advantage of using Justin’s magic. After all he couldn’t get into trouble if he didn’t use it for himself. Or could he? Brian wasn’t sure of the niceties at the moment.

“Yeah, but I’d rather he had a stroke.” Justin grumbled. Michael soon found himself standing beside the jeep and staring into Justin’s sparkling blue eyes.

“What’s he doing here?” Michael whined. 

“Not sitting in the back with you.” Justin smirked “Get in or stay out, I don’t care.” 

Brian gunned the engine and Michael jumped into the back of the jeep, glaring at Justin who only laughed. The ride to the hospital was uneventful; all the traffic lights cooperated, turning green as they approached each intersection. As they pulled into the parking lot, Brian looked at Justin who grinned. They raised their hands in a friendly high five, clapping them together with glee. Michael glared from the back seat not understanding what was going on with Brian and this trick he’d picked up. 

Brian and Justin were still riding the high from the fast ride through rain-slicked streets. They raced through the hospital halls, Michael following with unerring accuracy to Lindsay’s room. Everyone came to a stop when the room was in sight and the gravity of the situation took hold. Brian placed his hand on the small of Justin’s back steering him into the room.

Lindsay was sitting up in bed holding a blue wrapped bundle. “Brian.” She said, her voice soft, shutting out the fact he’d arrived with Michael and a trick. “Come and meet your son.” She held out the baby. 

Brian hesitated for a moment, now it was Justin’s turn to urge him forward with a touch to his arm. He picked up the baby and looked down into his face. Justin watched carefully as the baby looked up at his father, his new born eyes blazed bright green with flashes of gold before morphing back into deep blue, as suited most newborns. Brian looked at Justin who mouthed ‘oh shit’ at him, making the older man flush. 

“Look Brian, he’s just like his daddy.” Justin snickered. “Isn’t that special?” 

“No kidding.” Brian muttered. 

“We’re going to call him Abraham.” Lindsay began “But I rather thought Gus.” 

“What do you think?” Brian asked Justin.

“Of course he’s Augustus.” Justin said. He leaned in and whispered to Brian. “You might save your ass if he’s named after your grandfather. ‘Cause this sure isn’t going to go down good.” 

“What did you say?” Melanie demanded of Justin. 

“I was just commenting on how much the baby resembles his father.” Justin answered back. “Especially his eyes.”

“Babies’ eyes all look the same.” Melanie snapped as she took Gus back from Brian, returning him to Lindsay. “Ouch” she said, her hand went to her head.

“What’s wrong?” Lindsay asked. 

“I don’t know, I gave you the baby and I suddenly felt a pain in my forehead, like a knife jab.” She shook her head and glared at Brian as if he had something to do with it. 

Gus smiled up at his father, his grin wide, showing his toothless gums. Brian shook his head at Gus as if cautioning him. “We’d better go.” He said to Lindsay and Melanie. “You need to rest.” He leaned down to kiss his son’s forehead. “Behave yourself Gus.” He cautioned.

“Brian, he’s only a baby, what can he do?” Lindsay laughed. 

“You never know.” Brian smiled wryly as he took Justin by the hand and left the room.

“Brian, where’re ya going?” Michael asked.

“Home.” 

“I got a couple of pictures of you and the baby.” He ran to catch up, Brian and Justin were moving quickly toward the exit. “Why’s he here?” he asked again.

“We’ll drop you off at your place. Thanks for coming Mikey.” Brian turned to his friend. “Give me your camera, I’ll download the pictures.” He wasn’t going to take the chance that Gus’ eyes would glow on the picture, or worse. Newborn Wahjee didn’t always look the way they were perceived in person when filmed.

“Brian, you did manage to get some lessons in during school didn’t you?” Justin asked. “I mean, I heard that you spent most of your school years pretty much out of it, between drinking, drugs and partying.” 

“What the fuck do you know about it? You weren’t even around when we were in school.” Michael roiled at Justin. “Brian had a bad home life. If he acted out after school, well he deserved it.” 

“Wipe his ass too, do you?” Justin snarked back. 

“Now boys, play nice.” Brian pinched the back of Justin’s neck. “Yes, I paid attention in school and after school as well. I just temporarily forgot that Wahjee breed true. I was high at the time I agreed to jerk off in the cup.” The last was whispered quietly in Justin’s ear and not heard by Michael. “At least I haven’t written and illustrated no less, the life and times of the Wahjee, including that little shit Zane.” 

Justin shook him off. “It’s my birthday, shut the fuck up about that.” His words were hissed and his eyes gave off sizzling flashes of burning sparks. Brian jumped back away from any damage Justin might do to him. He’d forgotten that Justin had inherited the ability to channel the fire element, which included electricity when fire didn’t do the job of intimidating. 

“Still the spit fire you were when you were two.” Brian laughed and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “You drive Mikey, Justin and I have things to discuss in the back seat.”

“Yeah, right.” Michael said, but took the keys. It was what he usually ended up doing when Brian picked up tricks. He waited until they were settled before starting the jeep and roaring off into the traffic.

“Careful Mikey, if you hurt the jeep I might not be responsible for what Justin might do to you.” Brian snickered. “He’s funny about his toys and mine.” 

“You don’t even fucking know him.” Michael spat. “You just met him tonight.”

“I met him when he was two. My how he’s grown.” Brian reached for the front of Justin’s pants. 

“Did you take something?” Justin hissed. 

“Brian, what did you take?” Michael asked. 

“A B C D EEEEEEEE.” Brian sang out, burying his head in Justin’s neck.

“Fuck Brian, you idiot.” Michael looked at his friend through the rear view mirror. He hoped they’d get to Brian’s place quickly. Brian’s head sank from view as he decided to look up at Justin from his lap. And if Justin’s dick fell into his mouth, well that was even better. 

He was nuzzling at the blond’s crotch when the jeep suddenly veered from one side of the road to the other. 

“HOLY FUCK, WHAT WAS THAT?” Michael asked, barely getting the vehicle under control. 

“FUCK MICHAEL.”  Brian’s sat up and glared at his friend.  “What in hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to kill us?” 

“You should have seen it. It was the biggest fucking dog you’ve ever seen and it was walking on its back legs.” Michael was pale and shaking. “It jumped right out at me. I thought it was going to jump on the jeep.” 

Brian looked at Justin who shrugged in an attempt to look innocent. 

“Maybe it’s you who’ve had too many drugs.” Justin snickered. “Cause you just described a werewolf and everyone knows they’re just comic book characters.”

“I know what I saw.” Michael said, shaking so much he had to pull over. “Give me a minute. You guys didn’t see his red eyes, or those teeth, they were like knife blades.”

This time when Brian pulled Justin over to chew on his neck, he managed to hiss into Justin’s ear. “Think you’re pretty damn funny don’t you, making him see something like that?” 

“All’s fair in love and war.” Justin said his voice smug. “I want everything to be perfect when we make love.”
“Fuck, when we fuck.” Brian said, resigning himself to the inevitable. “Mikey, get driving. I have to work in a couple of hours.” 

“I can’t move.” Michael said. “I didn’t know there were werewolves in Pittsburgh.”

“Hey, maybe Pittsburgh is a hell mouth like Sunnydale.” Justin piped up.

“Sunnydale is a figment of Josh Weedon’s imagination.” Brian drawled. 

“It could happen.” Justin said. “I mean, what if that comic book Michael had is a real story.”

“How did you know about that comic book?” Michael asked, turning around to look at them.

“Brian showed it to me.” Justin said with a shrug. “It looks kind of like Pittsburgh and don’t you think Rage looks a lot like Brian?” 

“I never thought about it.” Michael looked at Brian. “But Rage is always doing things for gays in Pittsburgh. Brian just let’s them suck his dick or he fucks them.”

“Gee it’s nice to see you know your friend so well.” Justin snorted. “Time to get us back to Brian’s.“ He waved his hand out of Michael’s sight and the jeep began to move, Michael driving attentively. 

“What part of staying unobtrusive to humans don’t <i> you</i> understand?” Brian whispered as his friend sped through the night. 

Michael soon had them at Brian’s loft. “I’ll pick you up in time for work.” He said as Brian and Justin got out of the car. 

“Be early, the kid has to go to school.”  Brian said just before Michael left.

“I do not.” Justin protested. They were walking to the main door of the Tremont building. 

“Yes you do.” Brian said. “I just remembered, your birthday isn’t for another two months so don’t give me any shit about it being your birthday. You have to go to school.”

“We’re still going to fuck though, aren’t we?” Justin asked. “Because meeting like this took a hell of a lot of arranging. I don’t want to have wasted my time.” 

“I should just kick your ass to the curb. I’m going to be in enough trouble with the council about Gus.”

“So you might as well fuck me. I mean if you’re in trouble anyway,  I do have connections with the High Council, considering my dad is the grand wizard.”

“Sounds like he’s head of the KKK.” Brian muttered, but he opened the door and led Justin to the elevator. “Now where were we?” he asked, one hand on either side of Justin’s head, his forehead resting against the blond’s. “You do know that I’m not the only one going to get his ass in a sling when I take your virginity?” 

Justin shrugged. “I like to live life on the edge. Besides, you’re incredibly hot. I marked you as mine when I first saw you fifteen years ago.” Justin pulled Brian’s shirt up and placed his fingers against a small heart shaped mark just slightly below the pulse spot on Brian’s throat. It was something Brian rarely thought of, he’d had it so long. It only pissed him off when it turned fiery red, which rarely happened and then, only in times in severe emotion. He’d learned to ignore it and deny it existed if anyone had the nerve to point it out.

“You did that to me?” Brian’s eyes grew black.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I was only two. How was I supposed to know how to harness my powers.”  Justin held out one hand to show Brian sparks dancing from finger to finger. “I thought love him and zap, you got hit with my love bite.” He looked chagrined. “My mother was really pissed. That’s why she took me out of your environment. I think we’re supposed to never meet again. I’m not sure. I’m still working out the whole story. No one ever tells me everything.” 

“And making that comic book is sure to get them to trust you with stuff.” Brian shook his head. He’d heard the rumors as well about him and someone high up. But he’d dismissed them as he did all rumors. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. It isn’t every day I become a father.”

Justin opened the elevator gate with magic, letting the two of them back onto the landing. Brian continued to hold onto his captured boy, though the thought of who had captured whom flashed through his mind.  

Before Brian knew it they were back on his bed, exactly how they’d been when Melanie had phoned. “The discussion isn’t over.” He whispered more to himself than to Justin. He could see the copy of Rage, his face blazoned on the front, obvious despite the mask. 

Justin’s fingers began to trace the outline of Brian’s face, continuing down his body. He let tiny sparks, more heat than pain, come out of the tips of his fingers in an effort to turn the older man away from any negative thoughts he might have. 

Brian growled deep inside of him, he’d never been so turned on in his life. But Justin was a virgin, he had to regain control because despite what everyone might think, he did care. He cared very much and with Justin, he cared more than usual. 

“Stop being a twat and let me show you how to be the man you want to be.” Brian’s voice was tender and seductive. He chased the words with soft kisses and gentle bites. He knew he was successful when Justin’s back arched with uncontrolled bliss as Brian’s kisses found their goals. 

“Condom, you have to use a condom.” Justin gasped. 

“I plan to.” Brian pulled a condom from the bowl beside the bed. “Put it on me and no sparks. Sparks and latex don’t mix.” 

Justin’s fingers shook as he rolled the condom down Brian’s shaft that somehow looked bigger and more dangerous now that he was so close. “I’m nervous.” He confessed.

“I know, it’ll get better.” Brian assured him. He opened the tube of lube with one finger, an expert at this game, sure of himself in the role of teacher. “This is going to be cold, you might want to use some of that heat on this part of your body.” 

Justin’s eyes shut, he desperately wanted to watch everything, but his senses were on overload. His body was frantic for the release he knew was coming. He could feel Brian’s fingers, as first one then two, were inserted inside of him. He arched his hips wanting more, needing more of what, he wasn’t sure. 

And Brian knew. He knew what he was doing, the small heart Justin had placed on his body so many years ago throbbed with a feeling so intense it was hard to ignore. But this was Justin’s night. Birthday present or not, this was for Justin and truthfully; it was for him as well. 

Taking it slow and easy, Brian watched as he began to take the virginity of the young man under him. He’d placed Justin’s legs on his shoulders, his cock at the entrance of Justin’s hole, liking the warmth the lube has assumed once it touched Justin’s body. His cock slipped past the first ring of muscle and Justin’s eyes popped open in surprise at the sharpness of the pain. Brian paused, “It’s normal” he whispered.

“Deeper, I want more.” Justin said, though his eyes said differently. He needed to lose his virginity tonight for a reason he wasn’t about to tell Brian. But it was more painful than he’d realized. 

“Relax, let yourself relax and then push out, it’ll get better.” Brian bent and kissed Justin’s eyes, closing out the pain he saw there. It wasn’t long before Justin did as he was instructed and soon Brian rocked forward and backed. His cock enveloped in Justin’s warm tightness pulsed and felt better than anything Brian had ever felt before. 

Justin writhed in pleasure, it was better than any drug he could possibly take, this whole concept of sex. 

The enjoyment Justin was taking in fucking inspired Brian to greater heights until finally, both of them were cuming in unison, their gasps of pleasure filling the night air.  

Brian collapsed, his breathing ragged. Justin’s arms grabbed him and held on tight. “Don’t move.” He managed to say. “I want to feel it all. To feel everything there is to feel.”

“Justin,,,” Brian paused. “Shut up.” 

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Justin lay awake listening to Brian sleep. He was tingling all over, doing his best not to spontaneously combust. Not that he’d ever gone combustible, but it was something that had haunted his dreams when he was younger and less sure of himself. He couldn’t stop smiling, grinning actually. He hoped he could do better than that, but he suspected he’d be grinning for a long time. The last few hours were amazing, better than amazing. 

It was easy to dismiss the pesky problem of one baby warlock, complete with powers and one more than pesky human, complete with built in whine. Especially when one was basking in the afterglow of being thoroughly and completely fucked in more ways than one. His father and the high council were not going to be happy campers. His last fifteen years had been in training to take over his father’s position. Father being the euphemism for the man who raised him. He idly wondered if his so called father really had been celibate all these years and if he was still a virgin.

His fingers itched to draw Brian’s likeness in every position. His brain had captured each pose forever to bring up on paper or canvas when the mood struck. There had to be some advantages to being born Wahjee besides the obvious magical ones. 

The comic caught his eye, crumpled as it was on the bedside table next to Brian. It had been a gamble, the drawing and writing of the thing. But he’d needed to find Brian and warn him of what was going down in Wahjee circles. He’d tried every other way he could think of to contact the man, but his mother was powerful, her spells were powerful. He’d needed the unusual to get around it. The book was a great idea, plus it was bringing in money, something he hadn’t thought about. Not that he needed money, but it was nice to earn some rather than just take it. 

The comic wove the story of Zane and how his father had been destroyed by the high council before he’d been born. And it told the story of Brian, of course in a way that didn’t reveal all there was to know about the man. But one that did tell the story of a good man with a heart of gold, in the perfect disguise. Justin thought of the second issue he’d write and illustrate. Perhaps it was time for Rage to meet JT and Gus on the pulp pages and in living color. 

“Stop thinking and go to sleep.” Brian mumbled, rolling over to pull Justin into a warm tight embrace. “You’d better have been thinking of a way to explain that stupid comic book, or how many times you’re going to blow me in the shower.” 

“In your dreams, Wahjee boy.” Justin snickered, but his eyes closed and he was soon sleeping, whether from his own exhaustion or perhaps a certain Wahjee wizard who might have planted the suggestion. 

Morning came too fast for both Brian and Justin. It was only the realization that Justin was snuggled close to him that brought Brian awake. Justin didn’t want to wake up. He loved being held by Brian. It had been so long since he’d had close contact with another person, he’d forgotten how nice the feeling was. 

“Fuck, I have a son.” Brian sat up abruptly. “I’m so in shit.”

“No kidding.” Justin said, still grinning. “Come on, we need to shower. Your friend is on his way here.” 

“How do you know?” Brian asked. “Don’t answer, I don’t want to know.” 

“Then don’t ask.” Justin stepped into the shower, he’d turned it on when they were just getting out of bed. “Now isn’t this nice?” He asked letting the water, adjusted to the perfect temperature, wash over his face, moving slightly to let Brian get wet as well. 

“It is nice.” Brian said, reaching for a condom. “Now turn around, we’re going to have the next lesson, shower sex 101.”

“Nice.” Justin grinned, turning around. 

Michael couldn’t believe his eyes when he got up to the blaring of Brian’s car alarm. The whole side of it had been spray-painted and the head light broken. Brian wasn’t going to be happy. The anticipation of Brian’s wrath made him drive slower than usual toward his friend’s house. It allowed Brian and Justin to discover the joys of shower sex before emerging wet and sated from the bathroom. 

“Mikey.” Brian said when the door to the loft opened. 

“Right on time.” Justin muttered, wiggling his ass so Brian would remember what he’d been doing.

“What’s he still doing here?” Michael asked. 

“I told you, we’re taking him to school.” Brian smirked and then kissed the end of Justin’s nose. 

“Well hurry up, I don’t want to be late for work.” Michael grumbled, not liking how at home Justin appeared. 

“Hey it’s okay, my broom is parked at the corner.” Justin joked, only to have his ass smacked by Brian. 

“In the jeep, witch boy.” Brian muttered. 

“Wizard.” Justin breathed as he swished ahead of Brian and his friend. 

“You sure got yourself a weird one this time.” Michael shook his head. “Good luck on shaking him. He seems kind of deranged every time he looks at you.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to shake him.” Brian said, enjoying what he was seeing. The heart shape on his neck throbbed with pleasure/pain.

Justin, reaching the front door in the lobby first, saw Brian’s jeep. He was pissed that Michael had let some punk kids do that to Brian’s ride. So without thinking, he mumbled a few words and the jeep was back in the same pristine shape it had been in when Michael had left them last night.

Brian held the door for Michael. He stepped into the fresh air and smiled. Mikey must have washed the jeep, it shone in the morning sunlight. He held out his hand for the keys.

“Brian, about your jeep. I couldn’t help it. I’ve told you about those punks.” 

“Mikey, you’re babbling.” Brian unlocked the doors. “Back seat, witch boy.” He said as he jumped behind the steering wheel. “Get in Mikey, I’m not going to be late because you’re on the rag.” 

“B..bb..brian.” Michael stuttered, afraid to touch the jeep’s door handle.

“Cat got your brain Michael?” Justin smirked. “I mean tongue.” He leaned forward to kiss Brian’s ear. “Seriously Brian, don’t take me to school. I can get dropped off anywhere.”

“I like to make sure my blond boy ass tricks get to school on time.” He leaned over and opened the door. “Get the fuck in Mikey.” 

Michael got in, his whole body shaking. “Brian, your car. I was sure it was….” His voice trailed off.

“My car was what? Out of gas, dirty?” Brian looked at his friend puzzled. He turned it on and threw it in gear, roaring out into the morning traffic. Since the top of the jeep was down there was no point in carrying on any kind of conversation. Brian and Justin exchanged looks in the rearview mirror. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Justin had something to do with whatever happened to the jeep. The blond was much too smug sitting in the rear seat, his short blond hair unruffled despite the wind. 

He winced when Brian turned down the street to Saint James Academy. He was in his senior year and he hated every second he had to be there. But it was a Wahjee requirement that all of their children be schooled in human schools, while at the same time attending private Wahjee academies after school and on weekends. They all did it, including Brian, though his school was not as elite as Saint James. 

The one major rule that could never be broken no matter what provocation was the rule about using magic or any inborn abilities while on the school grounds. It was a rule that was strictly enforced on all Wahjee children and not one to be taken lightly even by the most rebellious.  

“Gee thanks for the ride.” Justin said as he got out of the jeep. 

“No problem, little boy.” Brian’s voice was a caress.

“When will I see you again?” Justin asked. “Tonight?” 

“I thought you had something else to do tonight.” Brian smirked, “Oh right, someone was telling a little fib about his birthday.” He leaned in and kissed Justin. “You’ll see me in your dreams witch boy.”

Justin flushed with a combination of embarrassment and pleasure. He turned to run into the school, ignoring the catcalls of his fellow students. 

Brian was pissed that he’d allowed himself to out the boy just for the sake of claiming his lips once more. Without thinking, he raised his hand and instantly all the ones yelling obscenities at Justin became silent, just before they began to vomit up their breakfasts. It was a mean trick, but one that would give them something other than Justin to think about.  Justin might not be able to defend himself, but nothing was stopping Brian. He’d long ago left school.

Michael didn’t notice anything. He was still upset about his mistake regarding the jeep. He’d never before had hallucinations like this. He must have ingested something; maybe there was something in the juice at home. He had after all, taken a trick home last night. Maybe the bastard had slipped something in his juice after Brian had called to go to the hospital. 

When he saw Brian was close to the Big Q he said. “Wait, let me out here. I.. I don’t want anyone to know I’m gay.”

“Getting a ride in a jeep with a male friend makes you gay?” Brian put his head back and roared with laughter. “You’re pathetic Mikey.” He slammed on his brakes. “Out you go, your queer friend doesn’t want to get to close to the Big Q.” he continued to laugh at Michael’s outrage at having to walk three more blocks. 

At the school, Justin ran inside. He had only minutes to appear in his uniform, so he ducked inside the boy’s washroom to appear seconds later dressed in a freshly pressed uniform. He knew it was wrong, but after the night he’d had, nothing mattered to him. Brian Kinney was worth any kind of shit he might get into with his father. 

“Justin, Justin, wait up.” He looked over at his friend Daphne.

“Hey Daphne.” He smiled at her; she was one of the few people he could count on as a friend. 

“Your mom is looking for you.” She said as she checked over her shoulder. “She said you were out all night.”

“My mom is right.” He grinned. “Do I look any different?” he turned around. 

“Oh my gawd, you did it.” She squealed and then clapped her both hands over her mouth. “Your mom is going to be sooooo pissed.”

“Only if you tell her.” He said as he turned the lock on his locker, scooping out his backpack. “I can’t talk now, I have history class. I’ll meet you at lunch.”

“Okay, but what am I going to tell your mother. She always manages to find me. I don’t know why she can never find you.”

“It’s a mystery.” He smirked. “See you at lunch.”