Justin awoke the following morning with the scent of bacon permeating his senses. Not fully awake, he frowned wondering how he was smelling that so vividly all the way up in his room. Groggily, he opened his eyes to find his mom staring down at him with a mixed look of surprise and concern. He groaned, never easy to wake up, pulling the pillow over his eyes. "Just another thirty minutes..." he mumbled, only to moan when his mom pulled the pillow from his face.

Jennifer Taylor looked sternly down at her son. "Justin, you need to get ready for school. Shower and change... breakfast."

"Fine," he grumbled, sitting up on the side of the couch wishing he could go back to sleep and dream of the man that had haunted his dreams last night. The same beautiful man that he had met before Daphne had pulled him away. At the time he had been irritated at the intrusion. He had definitely wanted to go with that man. That was scary in itself. Liberty Avenue was an unknown quantity to him. As he walked down the avenue he had seen all kinds of strange, and even creepy behavior. While infinitely hotter than any other man he had ever seen, who's to say he was any safer? Instinctively, Justin thought he would have been safe with that man, but how did he really know that?

Moving lethargically toward the stairs, he stopped when his mom's voice called out.

"Justin, I thought you were staying at Daphne's last night. Did the two of you have a fight?" she asked in concern.

"No. I just wanted to come home. I was really tired," Justin answered, continuing to walk toward the stairs.

She frowned thoughtfully. "I guess so, since you didn't even make it up to your bed. Breakfast will be ready soon. If you hurry, I'll let you get some more practice and drive to school."

That got Justin's attention, exactly as his mom knew it would. He turned around, favoring her with a wide smile. "Thanks, Mom."

She nodded and smiled at him. "Hurry up, Justin. We don't have much time."

"I'll be quick," Justin promised as he took the steps two at a time, never turning down his chance to drive. A driver's license meant more mobility. His test was in a few days. Once he had that, he would be more mobile. As he stepped into the shower, Justin realized being mobile was definitely something he wanted to be now. His first visit to Liberty Avenue hadn't been nearly enough. He wanted to see much more, and undoubtedly much more of one particular man. Justin only hoped their paths crossed again very soon, and that the invitation would be repeated.

Justin barely made it to school on time. Before he had realized it, he found it to be lunchtime and he was in the cafeteria, almost toward the front of the line... oblivious to the presence of Daphne behind him. It wasn't until he heard the harsh clearing of her throat that he looked rather distractedly to meet her gaze. He wrinkled his nose, asking her, "Are you sick or something?"

She hit him lightly on the arm. "No, Mr. Sensitivity. I was trying to get your attention."

"Oh," he commented, turning away to pick up his tray, pay the cashier, and move along to his table. He watched as she hurriedly made a selection before joining him, knowing Daphne as he did - she would want to talk about last night. Justin didn't really want to talk about it. He wanted a chance to relive it, with a much different ending.

Daphne plopped down across from him, taking a bite of her apple; her eyes widening expectantly waiting for Justin to talk. "Well, Justin? What happened last night? We were so rushed... and you weren't exactly talking."

"I was out of it, Daph. When I say that, it was in a good way." He looked at her seriously for a long moment. "I'm going back tonight. Can you take me?"

"Justin? Are you serious? That place freaked me out," she answered in shock. She narrowed her eyes on him intuitively, before saying, "You met someone, didn't you? God, I hope he's more normal than some of the guys I saw walking around."

Justin laughed, before taking a bite of his cheeseburger. "There were a lot of strange ones there, but fuck... there was this one guy. I will never forget his voice, his smoky hazel eyes... not to mention him being the most beautiful man alive."

"Geesh, Justin. Sounds like you're in love." She ate for a minute, scrunching her nose up at him in thought. "You're not, are you? In love, I mean..."

"Of course not," he scoffed. "It's way too soon for that. I do have to see him again, though. So, can you do it? I'll tell Mom I'm staying at your place, but you just need to drop me off."

Daphne's eyes bugged out of her head. "Are you serious, Justin? You're going to spend the night with some stranger?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I trust him. I'll be fine. I just have to see him again... and it needs to be tonight. Please, Daphne. Please," Justin pleaded, giving her the sad and pouty expression he knew he had long ago perfected.

"Fine," she said in resignation. "My mom works until midnight. I have to be home before then."

"No problem. Drop me off at 11:30, and head back home. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow," Justin answered with a wink.

She scowled at him, before bursting into laughter at his contagious enthusiasm. "Damn right you will!"

"Don't forget, though. I'm telling my mom I'll be staying at your place tonight..." he warned her, most definitely not wanting any parents searching for him tonight.

"I got it already." Silently, they ate for a few minutes, before she looked up at him with a frown on her face. "What if your mom calls? What should I tell her?"

Justin shrugged, not particularly concerned about it. "Tell her I'm in the bathroom, or asleep... whatever. Call me on my cell, and I'll call her back. Problem solved."

"Right. We'll see," Daphne muttered in skepticism. "I just hope you know what you're doing, Justin."

Justin flashed her a bright, beaming smile. "I do. I met the face of God last night, Daph, and tonight I'm going to learn everything about him."

Brian had just fucked his third trick of the night. He was still achingly hard. After every trick he removed his spent dick from, his mind pulled up the face that had gotten away only last night. He was only a kid, and yet he wanted him more than he'd ever wanted anyone in his long lifetime. He had to have him. No other resolution would be acceptable. He pushed out of the backroom, knowing he wasn't going to be satisfied with the mediocrity found here tonight. He needed to feed, and he needed to hunt a particular piece of blond boy ass. Once he plowed it, long into the night, then he could have his focus returned.

He walked out to the bar, observing the filled to capacity crowd, knowing there was no need to look for his blond here. The boy wasn't old enough to get inside. That in itself didn't really matter. Fake IDs were always available, but that one would have fallen under his radar. Brian walked past Ted who was eyeing a tweaked-out twinkie from across the bar, one that he knew to be Blake; looking further down to see Emmett ordering another cosmo, waving his hand around madly as he ostensibly told the bartender all about his day. Brian rolled his eyes, continuing to walk on down the line. About to turn toward his office, Brian noticed Michael making his way to the bar... apparently in search of him.

Brian met him halfway, giving him a quick kiss, before he pulled him by his belt loop out to dance... thinking this would be a good enough time to speak to him about the obnoxious Dr. David, telling him in his own way to keep him away. He rested his hands on top of Michael's shoulders, grinding against him in standard Brian Kinney fashion, although there was nothing sexual about it... not with Michael. "What a surprise, Mikey. You escaped your leash for the night."

"Funny, Brian..." Michael mumbled amidst an eye roll, not attempting to deny the claim. "David had to go out of town for the night."

"He didn't take his favorite pet with him?" Brian drawled, his eyes briefly darting around looking for a quick meal.

Michael glared, pushing away from Brian in one motion, heading toward his original destination. He spoke to Ted and Emmett before ordering a beer, turning his back on Brian when he appeared immediately behind him. "Enough, Brian. I don't want to argue with you about David."

"Who's arguing? The man's an ass. You can do better," Brian told him, placing a toothpick in between his teeth and chewing, as he made eye contact with a twink at the end of the bar that would more than suffice in feeding his other hunger.

"Right. My social life was really jumping before I met David," Michael grumbled, neither agreeing nor denying Brian's statement.

Ted cleared his throat before saying, "I would never be one to stick up for Brian, but he might have a point, Michael."

"You too, Ted?" Michael asked, his voice rising in his outrage.

"Well, he's a bit pretentious." Ted smirked at Brian, before continuing, "I'd think Brian would get along with him, though. They're so much alike."

Emmett laughed from behind his glass. He bent down to whisper, "I wonder which one has the better package..."

Brian grunted in response, thinking that answer to be entirely too obvious. He caught the eye of the twink he had lined up for his meal, using his mind to pull him in. Without batting an eye, Brian planted sensual images in his mind, luring him to move forward. "Much as I'd love to stay and chat with your boys, I have things to do..."

As Brian was moving away to walk toward the twink, he turned back to look at Michael intensely. "Just tell your boyfriend not to come back here thinking of threatening me. I don't respond well to threats, and I think you know that, don't you, Mikey?"

Michael nodded, averting his gaze. "He didn't mean any harm, Brian. I think it's just best if the two of you keep your distance for a while."

"I'll keep it in mind... as long as he doesn't interfere in my business," Brian told him in what was nothing short of a warning.

They all watched as Brian effortlessly led the trick away from the bar and off into the direction of his office, none of them understanding how he did what he did; only knowing this was how it was, and would probably always be.

Emmett put his arm around Michael's shoulders, pulling him in close. "Okay, what was all that about, baby?"

"Nothing important," Michael grumbled. "Two alpha males that just don't get along."

"Well, let Auntie Em give you some sage advice. You need to please the man you have... not the one that's an impossible dream," Emmett told him, as always, laying it out on the line. "Now, how about taking a turn with me on the dance floor..."

Michael laughed, as Emmett dragged him along... grumbling all the way. "I'm not dreaming of Brian, you know."

"Of course not, sugar," Emmett assured him, both of them knowing his words to be anything but true. They danced, drank, and danced some more; both of them oblivious to the fact that Brian would soon begin living his destiny... one that would have long-lasting effects for all of them.

Brian walked out of Babylon, his arm slung around Michael's shoulders; head buzzing from an over-abundance of E tablets, and a large consumption of blood. Of course, to the normal eye, it appeared as if he was wasted, when he was just on a very nice high. Humoring his friend, he agreed to let him drive him home... although it was far from necessary. Brian took a bite of Michael's ear, before he growled, "Your boyfriend will get jealous."

"Whatever, Brian. Just get in the car. I have to work in the morning..." Michael muttered, his eyes narrowing in remembrance when he saw the blond kid from last night turning the corner. "Fuck. Not now."

Lifting his head, not even having to turn, Brian knew exactly what had distressed Michael. That unbelievable scent utterly assailed him. He moaned almost in ecstasy. As his head turned to fasten with hunger on the blond that had turned the corner, Brian knew what Michael had known - they weren't about to leave now. At least, not without the blond. "Relax, Michael. This won't take long," Brian whispered, his voice a low, husky purr.

"Brian. Shit. He's just a kid," Michael protested.

Brian laughed, as his eyes devoured the boy. "He's more than old enough. Get in the jeep. We'll be right there."

Ignoring Michael's feeble protests, Brian slowly advanced toward the boy, his eyes dark and intensely filled with purpose. You will not escape me tonight.

Brian stopped in front of the blond, his hand reaching out to touch the flawless skin. His voice no louder than a whisper, he said, "You came back. I had a feeling you would."

The boy swallowed, shrugging indifferently... failing miserably at the facade of aloofness. Swallowing nervously, he brazened to answer, "I hate unfinished business."

"So do I." Brian rubbed his thumb against the boy's full lower lip, his dick throbbing in anticipation of feeling his lips wrapped around him. "Let's go."

Eyes widening, he followed the magnetic brunet to the jeep, knowing with the utmost certainty his life had changed. He slid into the back, oblivious to the man in the front seat pulling them away from Babylon. "I'm Justin," he said tremulously.

"Brian," he answered back hollowly. He placed his lips against Justin's neck, deeply inhaling his scent... licking and kissing the accessible skin. Brian looked into the blond's eyes, lust and need transparent. "I'm going to fuck you all night long..."

Justin's hands clutched at the seat when Brian unzipped his jeans... the beautiful brunet's mouth moving to enclose his cock. On the verge of his first blowjob, his hopes were soon dashed when the car swerved causing Brian to lift his head and glare at the driver. Justin was too lost in the moment to hear what he said, but not so oblivious when the man asked him for his address. Fuck no, he thought to himself. I'm not going home.

The battle went on between the two opposing men for a few moments, all of them knowing which man would be the victor - which one would always be the winner. Eyes fastened on Justin as they awaited the answer to the question... an answer they all had known from the moment they had briefly met last night.

Justin looked into Brian's stormy eyes, the words tumbling easily from his mouth. "I'm going with him."

TBC