Moonlight, Magic and Mystery – 15

“Brian, I love Gus to death, but I’m not ready to be the father of anything. You did notice I don’t have a Wah cat, you do. Did you ever think that maybe it’s because I’d make a lousy caregiver?” Justin looked up at Ty who had moved to his favorite spot on the rafters overhead. He almost wished he could be up there with him. 

The girls had left an hour before, leaving Gus with his father. Justin knew it was to make him want to have a child of his own. They said nothing more after explaining just why they had picked Justin to father a child with Melanie, feeling that Justin needed a few days to think about their proposition. 

“Jus, sit down.” Gus said. “Make Gus wiggly.” He patted the sofa where he had been sitting, watching Justin’s dramatics. 

“Make Brian wiggly too.” Brian grinned. “And not in a good way.” 

“Shut up.” Justin said and then sighed. He’d used every argument he could think of but all he got from Brian and Gus were identical foolish grins. “Okay I’ll do it, but you and I both know that mom will shit bricks when she finds out. Wahjee are NOT supposed to mix with humans. Look what can happen.” He pointed at Gus, who was now playing with his Wah cat Doug. 

“I admit my superior genetics helped make a great kid that you no doubt won’t be able to match.” Brian leaned over to kiss Gus, only getting a mouth full of cat ear instead, making Justin giggle. He went to push Doug to the floor but stopped when the cat growled and put her ears back to let Brian know what she thought of that idea. 

“Hey Sonny Boy, control your cat.” He looked up at Ty. “Ty, I thought you were supposed to watch over me. You were going to let this little girl cat scratch me up?”

“Da, no touch Doug.” Gus laughed as he pulled the cat’s ears making her purr. He pushed Doug to the floor himself and stood up on the sofa so his eyes were level with Justin’s. “Jus, make baby for Gus; Doug says make baby for Gus.”

“Dawg says that, does she.” Justin laughed. “I’m your own personal baby maker kind of guy so you can have some one to play with.” He rolled his eyes and laughed again. 

“Maybe you should practice baby making later on me.” Brian whispered and wiggled his eyebrows. 

Justin at first looked startled and then beamed Brian a smile that was blinding. “I’ll see what I can do.” He said solemnly. 

In New York, Jennifer finally found a parking space. The commotion inside the birdcage had settled down. She had to give Frances some credit for that. Perhaps she could make his life a little more pleasant. Maybe a larger birdcage or perhaps a dollhouse of some kind with working facilities. Jennifer was sure she’d seen something like that somewhere. She’d talk to Frances’ wife about it. 

Not sure if she should approach the woman with the birdcage in hand, Jennifer headed up to the house, leaving it in the car. 

“Aunt Jen.” Marcie opened the door. “Where is Frances? I’ve been worried sick. Justin called and said he was hung up and couldn’t come home for awhile.” 

“I’m sorry, I need to talk to you about that.” Jennifer stepped inside the tidy house. “I’m afraid that Frances was rather naughty and let his love of money supersede his love of family.” It took Jennifer nearly an hour to make Marcie understand what had happened and why Frances was now being held in the birdcage. “I know Frances will appreciate you watching over him.”

“Aunt Jen, I still don’t understand why my husband would do something like this. He knows the consequences of going to the dark side. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well dear, you’ll have a lot of time to ask him. And Marcie dear, please don’t reverse the spell Justin has placed on him. It wouldn’t bode well for either of you. The position of watcher is one that has been established and revered, Frances did forsake his vows. Justin is the next in line for Grand Wizard no matter what; Craig was merely acting in his place until he came of age. Grand Wizard is a heredity position. Craig has overstepped too many times. I’ve long suspected he was siding with Zane Hobbes.” 

Marcie was unnerved by what Jennifer had said. Married to a watcher of someone as high up as Justin Taylor, she was well aware that what a member of that family said and what actually was meant were often two very different things. They were all masters of the understatement. She feared for her foolish husband’s life. Justin would never go to the dark side and take Frances’ life, but he’d make him miserable enough using white light and magic. It was all in the interpretation. 

“Aunt Jen, I’m not sure what you expect of me. I apologize for my husband’s actions. I want you to know I had no idea whatsoever what he was doing. I like Justin and I like Brian. I think they make a great couple no matter what the High Council says.”

“Marcie, I wouldn’t bring Frances back to you if I thought otherwise.” She sighed. “So often messes are left to the women to clear up. It’s like that with Wahjee and I suspect it’s like that with humans.” She paused. “And there will be another small complication. Apparently one or the other of my boys has managed to give Frances a companion in his captivity. A human companion who doesn’t understand the complexities of Wahjee punishment. I haven’t heard the whole story behind this small complication, but I’m afraid you will have two birds to contend with. Will you be able to handle it?” 

“A human, Aunt Jen. Isn’t that forbidden?” she looked over her shoulder expecting to see a member of the High Council listening. 

“Yes of course it’s forbidden, but I can’t picture either of the boys doing this unless there was a good reason. It’s going to be up to you and perhaps Frances to discover that reason. You might talk to your husband, it would be a way of redeeming himself if this human has been up to no good with Justin in mind.”

“I like that.” Marcie beamed. Perhaps she could spring her husband from his caged hell, with his help. 

“Now about the two in the cage, do you want me to arrange for something larger, less austere than what they have?” Jennifer was all business. 

“Oh, I can do that. It’ll be like when I was a little girl playing dolls.” 

“Keep in mind Marcie dear, these dolls can bite.” Jennifer laughed. “Come on out to the car and get them. I need to return to Pittsburgh and have a talk with my son.” 

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Justin preferred to ignore the talk around him as Melanie and Lindsay hashed out the ins and outs of his sperm donation with Brian. Instead he and Gus sat in the kitchen while Justin drew his latest Rage storyboards. He was using Michael’s story about the birdcage in this issue. He’d even assigned Michael the position of super hero sidekick, Zephyr was the name he came up with. Maybe when Michael realized he was a sidekick, he wouldn’t mind the birdcage story.  

“Unca Mikey.” Gus grinned and pointed to the page Justin was drawing. “Unca Mikey in cage like bad man. Bad man hurt my Jus. Gus fix.” 

“Yeah, about that Gus. Don’t put any more guys in with Frances. The cage wasn’t meant to hold a bunch of guys.”

“K.” Gus smiled. “Me play wif them.”

“No, Grandma Jen took them to New York. You can play with Ty and Killer though. And my friend Daphne is coming over this weekend. You can play with her too.” 

“K.” Gus was satisfied for a moment. “Jus make baby wif Mamma now?”

“Eweee, that would be a no.” Justin shuddered. “But I suppose I will one of these days.” 

“I heard that.” Lindsay laughed. “Gus baby, it’s a bit much for you to understand. You’ll know more when you’re older.”

“I doubt he’ll want details.” Brian drawled. “That is unless he takes after Justin and in that case, he’d be nosey as hell.” 

“Or she.” Melanie laughed. “The baby could be a she.”

“The baby is still a figment of your imagination.” Justin began. “Don’t count your chickens or your babies before they’re conceived.” Justin was beginning to feel like he was only there because of his sperm “You never did explain why Brian’s little swimmers wouldn’t work.”

“I know it sounds strange, but I had a dream about the children. They grow up together, very close, so close they remain together as adults. I’m not sure if this dream means anything, but my grandmother always said, better safe than sorry. I’d rather that the children be raised as siblings, but not genetically actually be siblings.” Melanie flushed and looked embarrassed about what she’d said. 

“I’d always heard that those of the Jewish faith were a tad superstitious.” Brian said. “But then so are the Irish. So I can’t argue with you on that one.” He stood up. “Come on witch boy, time for bed. You need to save your strength for the big jerk off session.” 

“Brian, don’t be disgusting.” Lindsay said with a shake of her head.

“Well I suppose he could do it the old fashioned way.” Brian grinned an evil grin. 

“Fuck off Kinney.” Melanie muttered under her breath.

“Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.” Gus chortled, pleased with himself. “Why dat da?” he asked. 

“That’s one for your mommies.” Brian laughed as he picked up Gus to kiss him goodnight. “One for Justin too.” He leaned the boy over to kiss Justin. 

“And Doug, da kiss Doug.” 

“I’m not kissing a damn cat.” Muttered Brian though he picked up the cat gingerly and handed her to Justin.

“Why are you giving her to me?” Justin asked as he cuddled Doug close, smooshing his nose into her fur. He loved cats, especially Wah cats. 

“Because you like pussy better than I do.” He smirked. “Your friend Daphne is a point in fact.” He looked over at Lindsay. “I have to watch him like a hawk. Every time I go away on business, I come home and find the two of them in bed, curled up like kittens.”

“Ah, how sweet.” Lindsay beamed at Justin. “It’s lovely that you and Daphne are still so close, even though Brian is so much a part of your life.”

“How else would I be able to keep sane, having Brian as a boyfriend. I can whine and bitch to Daphne, not to mention, discuss him in detail.” Justin ducked as Brian took a playful swat at him. 

Doug climbed to Justin’s shoulder and glared at Brian daring him to try it again. 

When Justin and Brian were driving home later, the blond was uncharacteristically silent. Finally Brian pulled over in front of the diner. “Why are we at the diner?” Justin asked looking around. It looked different at this time of the evening. Moonlight filtered down from the sky and the street lights had halos around them. “There’s hardly anyone on the street.”

“All good little fags are tucked safely in their beds.” Brian joked.

“Hardly, it’s barely nine.” Justin snorted. “Are you hungry?” his hand was on the door handle. 

“No. I wanted to talk and I wanted your undivided attention.” Brian stared in to Justin’s eyes, knowing that words he’d spoken would definitely get Justin’s attention. He rarely volunteered to talk. 

“What’s up?” Justin asked, his hand creeping up Brian’s shirt, buttons being released so he could touch the fine hairs on Brian’s chest. He loved those auburn bits of silken thread. 

“I want you to be one hundred percent sure about doing this thing for Melanie. I know we’ve kind of snowballed you into it. But I have a feeling it’s an important decision on your part.” 

“An Irish thing?” Justin asked. 

“No, a Wahjee thing.” Brian’s hand captured Justin’s wandering one.  “I want you to be sure. To do this for you and only you. I want it to be your decision and no one else’s. It’s a big undertaking, with more consequences than either of the women know.” 

“Is that what you did, take your time and think about making Gus?” Justin asked. 

“I thought about it a lot. For many reasons and not just because I’m Wahjee and Lindsay is human. The fact that it’s forbidden didn’t really bother me. Usually things are forbidden by the elders to benefit the elders and no one else. I knew that if I had a child, I would have to be part of its life and I didn’t know if I was capable of loving someone other than myself. Fuck, I don’t even love myself that much.” 

“That’s okay, I love you.” Justin snuggled as close as he could considering they were in the jeep. “I just keep thinking about what Melanie said about her dream and what Gus said. I keep thinking about why it’s forbidden to mate with humans. Let’s face it, no one ever actually says why. They just say we can’t. I think about the future, the future of the world and whether we should even bring another child into it with the state things are among the Wahjee, not to mention the human race. I mean look at you. You’re doing a campaign right now for a bigoted asshole. And you’re good, you’ll probably get him elected. Do I want my kid to think his or her father is no good because he’s gay? 

Babylon is all but a tea house right now, thanks to Stockwell.” Justin paused for breath. 

Brian laughed. “Tell me how you really feel.” He teased. 

“I’m going to do it.” Justin said in a small voice. “I can’t help but think that maybe if enough good Wahjee, the ones who have generations of white light behind them, mate with humans, that maybe, just maybe they can change the world for the better.” 

“Watch it witch boy. There have been a lot of dictators in the world under the same delusions. Maybe not Wahjee, but still you know what I mean. Breeding a better human race.” Brian tilted Justin’s chin up with one finger. “Is that what you’re thinking?” 

“No, not that.” Justin paused, was he thinking such megalomaniacal thoughts? “I’m not sure what I’m thinking. I just know I want to do this. I want to do it for me and for Gus.”

“And the girls?” Brian asked, looked deep into the blue depths of Justin’s eyes.

“The girls are human. I’m not doing it for them in particular.” Justin admitted. “I can’t help but feel this birth will benefit Wahjee. And if Wahjee are benefited, then humans will be too, it only makes sense.” 

Brian pulled him into an embrace. He wasn’t sure he agreed with Justin’s logic, though there was a certain amount in sense in what he had to say. “Let’s go home.” He whispered. 

Justin let himself be held. He always felt a rush of pleasure deep inside of him when Brian called the loft home. “I’d like that.”

“And better yet, we don’t have the fucking budgie.” Brian said turning back to drive. 

Justin snickered. “Mom sure is pissed about Ethan.”

“I doubt Ian is too pleased either.” Brian hesitated. “We need to talk about that too. Gus did it. Gus sent the banjo player into the birdcage.”

“I talked to him about it already. He thought he was sending him to the loft. He didn’t know Frances was being moved. Gus was under the impression that when someone is doing something bad that we deal with it by sending them to the birdcage in the loft. You have to admit, for his age, it’s pretty good reasoning.” 

“Whatever.” Brian was lost in thought. “We’re going to have give him some instruction. Are you sure you have him in a tight enough spell to control him?” 

“The thing is Brian, if I control him any more, I risk ruining his development. As it is, I have already hindered him with what I’ve done. If he was being raised Wahjee, this wouldn’t happen.” 

“Well, it’s not possible. He’s in a human household. We’ll think of something.” 

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“I think it’s disgusting.” Melanie said when another deeply sexual moan could be heard from the spare room. 

“Well it certainly isn’t my cup of tea either.” Lindsay had her pillow pulled and pressed against her ears. 

“We’re just pandering to Brian’s perversions by allowing this to happen under our roof.” Melanie began but quickly stopped speaking when both men shouted each other’s names. “At least Joan has Gus for the evening. He doesn’t have to listen to this.” 

“Do you think they’re always this noisy when they have sex?” Lindsay asked. “I mean they never stop. I can’t believe it feels that good.” 

“Men are very physical and apparently very vocal.” Melanie snickered. “Thank gawd they’re done. Oh my gawd, they’re at it again.” She sighed dramatically and pulled the duvet up over her head. 

Half an hour later, Brian wandered into their bedroom. “I’ve got what you guys wanted.” He smiled a self-satisfied smile. “It wasn’t easy doing it with the two of you listening. Justin was rather reticent but then I suppose we all have to make some sacrifices.”

“Well, where is it asshole.” Melanie demanded. 

“Here you go.” Brian dropped five well-filled condoms on the bed, all tied off nice and neatly. “They’re numbered in sequence. I rather liked number three, but feel free to use them all.” He turned on his heel and left the room.

“Five, he did it five times?” Lindsay looked with disbelief at the condoms.

“Hey, sorry guys, Brian forgot this one.” Justin bounced into the room with another one to add to their collection. “Have fun making a baby.” He blew them a kiss. “Brian, hurry up, I want to do it in the backroom before it gets too skuzzy tonight.” He called out to his boyfriend waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

“He’s going to kill Brian.” Lindsay said. 

“With any luck at all.” Melanie replied, her voice dry. 

Two hours later, Brian and Justin were dancing, foreheads together, oblivious to the rhythm of the music, caring only for each other when Justin grinned. “It took. I made a baby.” 

“It’s awesome isn’t it?” Brian grinned back. “I remember what it was like with Gus. Of course the hardest part is waiting for a couple of weeks while the munchers figure it out.”

“Humans are so slow sometimes.” Justin agreed. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Water for you witch boy.” Brian pulled Justin’s body closer for a searing kiss. “The boys are up on the catwalk. Let’s take them somewhere to celebrate.”

“Where?” Justin asked as they made their way to where the gang was standing. 

“The diner.” Brian snickered, “Where else?” 

Justin giggled and rolled his eyes. “Carbs after seven.” 

“It’s past midnight, so we’re working on the next day’s carbs.” Brian reasoned. 

“Brian, I’d like you to meet Ben.” Michael introduced Brian to the large, overly pec’d man who stood possessively near Michael.

A flash of recognition between the two men and then Brian held out his hand. “Hi Ben, this is my faithful companion of late, Justin Taylor.” 

“Nice to meet the both of you. Justin, aren’t you the creator of Rage?” Ben looked closely at the blond. “I’m impressed with your story lines as well as the art work. You’ve got yourself quite the comic book.” 

“Thanks, I can but try.” Justin blushed. “I’m working on the third issue right now. It should be printed by the end of the month. I just have a couple of things to work through storyline wise. And the first issue, as well as a couple of shorts, are coming out in hardcover in two months. Apparently there’s a market for it.” 

Brian beamed, proud of Justin’s success. “And he gives great head too.” He bragged, making Justin flush an even deeper red. “Oooph” he gasped when Justin’s elbow connected with his side. 

“Be nice Brian and I might let you practice your blow job techniques later.” Justin said sweetly. Emmett laughed with joy, Ted looked appalled and Michael horrified. “Brian and I were wondering if you’d like to go to the diner with us. We’re celebrating an achievement.”

“What achievement?” Michael asked with a glare. 

“On being celibate for the last thirty minutes.” Justin said sweetly. “Ooops, sorry Brian, I can’t wait.” He began to drag Brian away by his belt loops. 

“Damn and I was wanting that cheeseburger.” Brian protested. “Can’t you wait?” he pretended to whine as Justin dragged him toward the backroom. 

Justin and Brian both turned to look at the faces of the guys they had just left. The looks were priceless and instantly cracked them up to the point they were almost doubled over with laughter. 

“What did you take?” Michael demanded of Brian. “I know you’ve taken something.”

“Well I did take Justin’s cock up my ass a few times this evening. I guess it makes me giddy.” Brian snickered. 

“I’m hungry, I want to celebrate.” Emmett declared, not wanting to go where no man had gone before, though apparently Justin had. “Let’s go to the diner.” 

Laughing and jostling one another, the group of friends all left Babylon. Ben wasn’t sure he was expected to go along with them, but Michael took his hand and carried him with the gang out the door and down the street to the diner. All of them oblivious to the envious stares of the unlucky masses who weren’t part of the A team on Liberty Avenue.

When they tumbled into the diner and found their places at the largest booth in the corner, Michael dared to ask again. “What are the two of you celebrating? I mean it has to be pretty special for Brian to eat something this late at night.” 

“Life Mikey, we’re celebrating life, its beginnings and its middle. We refuse to think of its end.” He crushed Justin to him, kissing him until the others groaned. 

“Are they always like that?” Ben asked Michael.

“Most of the time, when they aren’t fighting or fucking.” Michael sighed. “It’s sickening.” 

“Now Michael, don’t be like that.” Emmett cooed. He waved his hand in the air, loving the way his bracelet sparkled in the diner’s lights. “If Georgie was here, we’d be giving them a run for their money.” 

“Ewwe, old people sex.” Ted teased. 

“Ted Schmidt, I can’t believe you said that.” Emmett looked at his friend and glared. “Georgie isn’t any older than you in his mind. Years don’t matter, it’s what’s inside that really matters.” 

“Baby, don’t worry about it.” George had appeared beside their table. 

“GEORGIE” Emmett squealed. “How did you know we were here?” 

George exchanged a look with Brian who winked. “I have a sixth sense when it comes to you Baby.” George sat beside his lover. Ted stood in front of the table, not sure how he’d gotten there, he didn’t remember moving. 

“Teddy, sit down.” Emmett laughed; his face was flushed with pleasure at seeing his lover. “I thought you were in New York.” 

“Things happen.” George said. He looked at the rest of them. “I hope you boys don’t mind, but I’d like to take Emmett with me now.” 

“Oh, where are we going?” Emmett asked. 

“To our place.” George whispered to Emmett who blushed at the implication. 

In a few minutes Justin and Brian found themselves alone. Once Emmett and George disappeared, Michael and Ben decided they needed to spend some alone time. Leaving Ted alone with the celebrating couple. It didn’t take long for Ted to find his way out the door. “I feel like we’ve got some kind of germ or disease.”  Justin said. “Everyone disappeared so fast.” 

“No kidding.” Brian grinned. “So you’re going to be a dad.” 

“Yeah, it’s kind of cool.” Justin relaxed into Brian. “Brian,” he began hesitating to say anything. 

“Of course I’ll be your daughter’s guardian.” Brian smiled. 

“You know she’s a girl?” Justin laughed. “I thought I wouldn’t know for at least another couple of weeks.” 

“I know. It’s a gift, what can I say.” Brian laughed. “We’ll go over when the girls confirm the pregnancy has taken and I’ll put my seal of protection on her.”

The food they’d ordered arrived. “I feel somehow older and wiser.” Justin joked.

“Oh, and why is that?” Brian asked, reaching for one of Justin’s fries. “I mean all you did was fuck me way too many times.”

“I told you, it only works if I’m the top.” Justin batted his eyes and tried to look innocent. 

“Now I know why you’re feeling older and wiser.” Brian reached his down and gave Justin’s cock a squeeze. “Don’t think I didn’t know what you were up to Witch Boy.” 

While Brian and Justin were in the diner, George and Emmett had taken a cab to their hideaway home. Emmett had never been there before. There’d been no need, he was content to just know that it was there. 

“Do you have your key?” George asked when they arrived. 

“Always.” Emmett patted his chest before taking the key out from under his shirt. “Georgie, this place is amazing. Is it really ours?” Emmett stood on the walkway looking at the large white house in front of him. The landscaping was filled with plantings that would be incredible in the summer. 

“Open the door, it’s all yours you know. It’s in your name.” 

“I own all this?” Emmett turned around. “I never realized this is what you meant.” 

“I want you to be comfortable when I’m gone.”  George looked down. “I don’t want to worry about you. You’ll see that the kitchen has been made to commercial standards in case you decide to pursue your dream of having your own catering business.”

“Georgie, you remembered.” Emmett sniffed and wiped away a tear. 

“None of that Baby, inside, I don’t have much time and I need to show you a few things.” 

Inside the house Emmett was taken aback at everything that he saw. He trailed through the various rooms, not noticing that George wasn’t with him., finally ending up at what had to be the library or den. “Georgie, where are you?” he called out, looking around for his lover. All he found instead was a letter with his name on it.

Emmett walked slowly toward the desk and sat down in the leather chair, his eyes never leaving the letter. He reached out to touch it and then pulled his hand back. The emptiness he felt deep inside of him told him more than that letter ever could. His grandmother had always said he had the ‘sight’. 

Tears fell silently wetting his shirt, as Emmett grieved for the man he loved. As the sun cleared the horizon indicating dawn, he reached for the heavy vellum paper, slowly opening it. 

<i> My Darling Emmett:

When you read this, you’ll know I’m no longer living. Tonight was a night of beginnings and endings. A new life began for one of my kind and my life has ended. By now I’m sure you’ve realized that it wasn’t really me with you this evening. But rather it was my love for you that allowed me those precious moments with you to say goodbye and to show you what I’ve left you. 

You are the trust worthiest and most honorable human being I have ever met. And because I love you unconditionally and you have given me the best time of my entire life, I leave to you my journals. Read them, guard them. You’ll understand what I’m saying and things will make more sense to you when you do.

Your friends Brian and Justin will need your support and friendship. Watch them carefully

Emmett Baby, don’t allow anyone know what I’ve written and believe me, there will be people around wanting to know how close the two of us were. You are a good man, with a good heart and I love you with all of mine. Take what I have left you and enjoy it, knowing that it will give me pleasure from wherever I am when you do. 

Your loving man – Georgie </i>