BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Chapter 18
Where's Brian??
Justin was left alone on the abandoned and now forlorn patio. A cold wind swept through and he shivered. He realized he was in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and his pale blue sweater. The same clothes he had arrived in. His nice Armani suit (albeit wrinkled and soiled from the kidnapping) was gone, vanished like a dream. He checked and was relieved to find everything that had been in his pockets were still there though. At least he would want for nothing.
Almost nothing. The gifts that the Wards had bestowed upon him were truly wonderful but they could not fulfill his true desire, answer the one question that burned like fire with his chest.
Where was Brian?
Perhaps...perhaps he truly was nowhere. A tear ran down his cheek and he hugged Gus' still cracked picture to his chest. At least...at least his pain was over now. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't a statue. Perhaps he had been one of those soul lights. One never knew. There were so many. If so, that meant, he was being born anew He would have a new chance, a new start, with new parents, hopefully better parents than the ones he had told him about.
The cold wind swept through the open court again, a little stronger than before. It was a dead wind, an autumn wind, and it chilled him.
He turned to go inside. The French doors that faced him were simpler than the ones he were used to and the elevated patio with the steps were gone. He went in.
The inside of the house was grand but again, Justin could tell it was different. Solemn and silent, the house waited for him. And empty. Like really empty. The room he was in was unfurnished, uncarpeted, and huge, the floor shiny with clean and bright hardwood flooring.
Justin went through from room to room and found the same thing. Empty and unfurnished rooms but clean, like it was ripe for moving in. In addition, Justin could tell that it was large but more modernly thought out. The castle had been vast, mazelike and with connecting passages and interconnecting rooms. Now it was more thought out and Justin could tell which room was which as he travelled along and easily found his way to the front hall. Kitchen. That would have been a games room. A study or library with walls lined with empty bookshelves. Dining room. Huge living area with fireplace. Front hall.
At the door stood the two suitcases he had brought, waiting for him. On top of one sat the cell phone Brian had given him. Justin was sure Ethan had confiscated it along with everything else but now that the spell was broken, it had been returned as well; at least that's the only explanation Justin could come up with.
Justin went over to it. He put Gus' picture down on the suitcases and picked up the phone.. He looked at it sorrowfully. It blurred and a tear splashed down onto the display screen. The twin was destroyed and Brian would never call him again, never yell at him for being lost, never ensnare him in a lasso, never hold him tight, never fuck him into...
The phone rang.
Justin was so startled, he threw the phone a little and had to grab, one...two...three times as it slid out of his sweaty fingers before he finally caught it again. He saw by the display screen that it was: BRIAN CALLING. His eyes widened in shock.
He opened the phone and answered: "Hello?"
"Hi Sunshine, it's me! Aren't you coming? Hurry up!"
"Brian!! Is that you? Where are you? Are you at the house?"
"Of course I'm at the house! Where else would I be? Hurry up!" He hung up.
Justin ran through the whole downstairs of the house, but he couldn't find Brian. He ran out the back and passed a tennis court with a ripped and disused net, broken fence and cracked and broken paving. He ran past and saw the stables. He gasped.
The stables looked a hundred years old. The walls were greyed and weather-beaten and the roof was all tilty and caved in, in a few places. There was no horse. Arjax was gone.
The phone rang.
"Sunshine, where are you! I'm waiting for you!"
"I'm at the stable. It's a wreck. What happened?"
"I'm not at the stables. Hurry up!"
"But Brian, where are you?? Are you in the basement?"
But Brian had hung up.
Justin rushed back to the house. He found the stairs in the corner of the kitchen. He carefully made his way down to a vast, dark and spooky basement.
"Brian! Brian are you down here?"
Justin found a huge and old flashlight covered in cobwebs near the bottom of the stairs. Thankfully, it worked. Justin made his way deeper and deeper into the spooky basement.
Brian! Brian! Where are you? Are you down here?"
The basement was vast. Justin swept the light from side to side but aimed straight out it could not find the other side.
Justin slowly made his way deeper and deeper into the basement. The basement was filled with all kinds of junk, furniture, boxes, knick knacks, toys. Spilled book, clothes, wirehangers and all manner of other junk were arranged in piles. Justin went deeper and deeper into the dark.
There was a growl.
Justin swung the flashlight over. He couldn't see anything. Deeper and deeper into the dark and scary basement went our courageous boy.
There was a snarl.
"Who's there!!? Who is it? I heard that! I heard you! Who is it!!?"
There was silence.
Deeper and deeper into the dark and scary basement went Justin step by terrifying step. It was inky black and scary as hell. He moved the flashlight in jerky, terrified movements trying not to freak out.
Brian! Brian! Are you down here!? WHERE ARE YOU!!?"
There was a huge snarling roar and a huge shadow jumped out of the dark off to the side. Justin screamed but it was no use as a huge hairy monster with lots of fangs leapt straight toward our Boy and....
PSYCHE!
OK! OK! If you haven't figured it out by now, I AM purposely dragging this out and totally f**cking with you. There's no monster and no scary basement. Let's back up and get this party started. Moving on....
Justin reached the bottom of the basement stairs when his phone rang.
"Sunshine! Where are you? Let's go!"
"Where am I? I'm looking all over for you! Are you really down here?"
"Down where?"
"In the basement!"
"What the fuck would I be doing in the basement?"
"Brian! WHERE....THE...FUCK....ARE...YOU!!!!??"
"You're a silly twat, aren't you? Well, don't get your panties in a twist, princess! I'm outside in the driveway by this sleek, black, Corvette convertible! Now, come on out and let's blow this Popsicle stand!" he hung up.
And so, Justin did NOT go into the dark and scary basement. Instead, he ran back up the stairs, back through the house and threw open the front door. He ran outside.
There was a large but different circular driveway. In the center was an empty flowerbed with a white statue of an angel in it. In the driveway was the black Corvette. Sitting in the driver's seat, facing away from him was....someone.
Justin stopped short. He suddenly felt shy and he didn't know why.
Hearing the door open, the man glanced over, and smiled as he saw him. He reached over, got something out of the seat next to him and then got out of the car. He turned around.
Justin gasped. Who was that?? Where was Brian?
The man getting out of the car was tall and broad shouldered and muscular as Brian had been when he had shown up on his birthday. He was dressed to kill in a black Armani suit with a maroon tie. His hair was thick and dark brown and he had wide eyes, a roman nose, beautiful features and a cleft in his chin. His skin was unblemished and a wide full mouth, made for kissing. In short, perfect.
Justin stood stock still in the middle of the drive, drinking in the man's beauty as a deer drinks from the stream. He could see the heat of desire from the stranger's eyes and it made him uncomfortable. At the same time, he couldn't stop looking.
The man walked slowly over to him, a shy smile on his lips. He carried a bouquet of 24 golden flowers in his arms.
Justin waited for him, looked around him while he waited, looked back at the man. The estate was largely the same as he remembered but it was still overgrown, yellow and fallow. The whole place has a disused, abandoned air to it. Justin could easily imagine that he and the man were the only ones here in the drive, the house, and indeed, the entire area. So....where was Brian?
The man stood before him. He held out the golden flowers.
"Hello Sunshine. These are for you. I know what they are now. They're golden gardenias. There's a legend that says if two people smell them together, they'll be in love forever."
"Thank you. But if it's all the same to you, if that's true that is, I'd rather smell them with my boyfriend. He's supposed to be out here. Have you seen him? His name's Brian."
"Justin, you twat! It's me! I'm Brian!"
Justin stepped back, in shock. "What! Brian!!? Really??? But you're so....so...."
"Wonderful? Perfect? Sexy? Gorgeous? Yes, I know."
"Hmmmm, modest too, I see. I meant...so...different. But if it is you, where are your scars? Your tattoos? Where's that exposed tendon?"
"All gone. Justin, all that was part of the spell. It's me, Brian!"
Justin looked up sceptically and looked carefully into the man's face. Brian looked down at him with a mixture of amusement, exasperation and love.
And then he saw it. Justin was gazing into the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes that were flecked with gold.
"It is you!" he whispered, "There you are, Brian."
Brian chuckled. "That's what I kept telling you," he said. He hooked one hand around Justin's neck and pulled him in and Justin sighed and willingly complied as Brian pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Their lips locked, they're tongues battled and then Justin let Brian win and sucked at that Beam softened tongue like his life depended on it. Brian's mouth closed over his in a tight seal. Between the two men the golden gardenia were wedged and both men breathed in the honeyed perfume together. It was intoxicating.
And then there was a gust of wind that rippled through them and out from them. This wind was warm like spring and not that cold wind from the patio. It was a pulse of pure and true love radiating out from them. Justin's eyes popped open and he gasped in pleasure. Then he gasped in surprise and he pulled away with a "Pop!"
"Look, Brian, look!" Justin yelled.
The warm wind, the pulse of pure love radiated out from them the way a stone ripples a pond. And everywhere that it touched, everything changed.
The center flowerbed was no longer empty but filled with peonies, all colors. The statue was restored like new.
The wind radiated further. All the fallow ground and yellow grass disappeared and was replaced with emerald green. The grass was new and bright and freshly mown. Fruit trees and bushes appeared out of nowhere and dotted the huge front estate. The yard was completely restored.
At the edge of the property a high, stone wall appeared, marking the estate. It was going to be a very large estate. Wrought iron gates appeared at the end of the drive.
The wind reached the house. There was a rumbling.
The two men grabbed each other held on. Whatever was going to happen, they weren't going to lose hold of each other again.
The house was completely restored. Not only did it lose that disused air it became like brand new. And not only that, but it began to expand and change. The very bricks and wooden features began to grow and multiply. Brick grew from brick; the roof was pushed higher. The house grew wider and wider. Then taller again. Towers and turrets popped out. White angel drainspouts grew out of nothing. Windows folded outward into existence like opening shutters. Four stories grew into eight, eight into ten. Near the back, which was a long way off, a tall tower made out of white stone slowly twisted its way up into existence.
The rumbling stopped. The two men stood there, flabbergasted, astounded and wide-eyed. They simply could not take it all in. They couldn't look at it hard enough.
They were now standing on a very wide driveway in the middle of a restored, green front lawn that went on forever. Apple and peach and pear trees dotted the estate. There were topiary lions and rabbits and other animals including one gorilla. Rose bushes were plentiful. The house was now a bright and shining castle. A real honest to goodness castle with turrets and towers made of white and red brick and red rooves. The drainspouts were all angels holding pouring flasks. It was a singularly beautiful place that exuded an air of wealth and power yet benevolence.
After about 5 minutes of dumbfounded goggling, Brian turned to Justin and gurgled, "Is this...Is this for us? Do you suppose...Do we dare?"
Justin looked up at him with sweet eyes and said, ‘Do you still want to blow this Popsicle stand?"
Brian leered at him. "Well, now that you mention it, there is something I'd like to...blow!"
Justin leered at him back and then took two steps casually away. Then he bolted.
Brian gave chase. Laughing and shrieking in pure unadulterated joy, they ran up to the huge doors of their new castle. On the way, Justin purposely slowed down and let Brian catch him and kiss him witless before they got there.
What? He only did it, like, five or six times.
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Inside, Justin's bags were still by the door. But once again, everything had changed.
There was a huge front hall in checkerboard black and white flagstones. An enormous staircase carpeted in red rose up before them and then branched off to the left and right. There were hallways up there, lined with doors.
Before they did anything, Justin went to his bags and got Gus' photo. To his joy, he saw that the glass had been completely restored. He gave it back to Brian who was also filled with joy at seeing the baby's picture again. He vowed that soon, he'd have a new, updated picture soon and many of them.
Then they took off to explore.
To the right and to the left was each a pair of white double doors. To the right and to the left of the staircase was each a long hall leading deeper into the castle.
The right hand doors led to a vast ballroom with floor to ceiling windows that were rounded at the top. The ceiling was two stories high and there were 12 chandeliers in there. The walls were bright and white and the whole place was filled with light and love.
The left hand room was a receiving room. It was a throne room as was evident by the two huge gold, jewel-encrusted thrones on a dais at the end of the room. It was a somber room.
"Oh Brian, I know the...well whatever made this place meant well, but I don't want to be a king! Not a real one anyway. And I can't imagine being in authority over Beddy and the rest of the villagers!"
"Not to worry love! We'll re-decorate!"
And with that simple plan made, they closed the door on that room and ran down the hall on the right. There they found:
A vast banquet hall, seating at least 100.
A library, filled with books.
A book lined study with leather chairs, a fireplace, and an oaken desk. A computer was on the desk.
And at the end of the hall a vast living area, with fancy seating, desks, plenty of squooshy armchairs, an entertainment center, and a HUGE fireplace with a bearskin rug in front of it.
"OK, exploring party is postponed!" declared Brian, scooping up Justin and striding over to the rug. "If I don't get my hands on that hot little heinie, I'm going to blow!"
"I thought that's what you were going to do anyway," said Justin cheekily.
"Ahh too true, my love, too true," growled Brian deep in his throat.
Clothes went flying and soon the two men were naked. The lay back on the rug and kissed languorously. Then Brian worked his way down Justin's body until he reached Justin's member that had been throbbing and leaking precum ever since he had recognized Brian out at the car. He took him into his mouth and began a most artful blowjob that had Justin moaning and then sobbing with desire. And...just when he had Justin...on the edge...he stopped and licked the sweat off his torso, all the way back up again. He kissed him soundly. They looked deep into each other's eyes. Justin's were hooded with lust and desire.
"My God! You're even more beautiful that I remembered...I mean since...My God that seems like forever...but it couldn't have been that long...it's like.... your eyes are glowing...radiating love, peace...it's amazing!" managed Brian.
"Oh that! Well, I'll explain later. Right now...I need you inside me...now!"
"Oh God! I want that too...I'm just not sure...protection!" gasped Brian.
"Brian!! I need you more...than I can imagine...If you love me...you will check! NOWWWW!!!!!"
"Well! Aren't you the little bossy bottom! Be right back, lover!"
Brian jumped on his clothes and turned them all inside out, checking. Then, at last, a miracle! The Wards, or his Guardian, or someone else was on his side, because in the last pocket he checked, was a single condom and a small bottle of lube.
Brian smirked. Even coming back from the cursed and the dead, Brian Fucking Kinney was always prepared.
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SMUT ALERT!!! SMUT ALERT!!! SMUT ALERT!!!
Brian rolled on the condom and lubed it up. Then he did the same thing to Justin who was ripe and ready in the doggie position.
But Brian roughly flipped him over onto his back and kissed the daylights out of him. He fingered him more, scissoring him with two fingers, until he felt Justin relax and be ready for him.
"I want you this way," he said, his voice rough with want and need, "I want to look at you when I join with you the first time back. Those incredible eyes..."
"Oh, yes! OH GOD YES!!" screamed Justin wantonly.
Brian touched down and eased inside. He waited until Justin's gasp at the initial pain was past and then moved it further. He rocked forward and back, slowly, torturously, entering deeper by the inch with each stroke. With the same speed, he jerked Justin off. Justin was holding onto Brian's huge body for the ride of his life. He bucked wildly, trying to coax and then force Brian deeper but Brian was not to be rushed. He refused to let Justin control the movements and kept up his slow descent down his hole despite the wave after wave of pure pleasure with each small movement that threatened to make him blow his load right there and then.
"Oh God, Brian, that feels so good!! It's just...mmphh....ohhh!" he made sounds of discomfort in the back of his throat.
"Am I hurting you?" Brian asked in concern.
"No....ohhh....not exactly...it's just...mmmmm....we're not exactly in the right position, you know? Just let me lift up...and hike you up this way...and...."
Justin lifted his hips and lifted Brian's huge calves with superhuman, lust driven strength. Justin moved up and Brian slid down and...shhhtock!...Brian slid into Justin's sweet ass up to the hilt.
Brian gasped at the sensation, his eyes wide.
Justin sighed in sublime and supreme satisfaction. "Ahhhhh!!! That's better!"
"Why, you little sneaky trickster! You were faking that whole time! You weren't in pain! You just wanted my dick up your ass!"
"Gilll-teee!" Justin admitted unrepentantly, "And now....I want you to move! NOW! Hard and fast!"
"My goodness...You really are the bossy little bot..."
"NOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!" howled Justin in a tone that brooked no argument.
And so Brian moved all the way out and then slammed all the way in. Justin screamed in pleasure. Brian did it again. And again. And again. Hard. And then faster. And faster. And faster.
"Oh Gawwwwwwdd!! Don't stop! Oh....myyyy .....Gawwwwwwd!!"
Brian went faster and harder. He could feel that he was hitting Justin's prostate every time. He felt so tight, so warm, so good. He went faster and still it seemed like nothing.
Justin was screaming and yelling in pleasure. He thrashed his head back and forth and he bucked wildly, meeting Brian, stroke for stroke of ecstasy.
"Oh YES! Oh YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my Beast turned Beauty! Fuck me like the first time!!"
And Brian did. He drilled his blond faster and faster and suddenly he was a blur, he was going so fast and yet, he felt like each and every stroke was perfectly controlled. He shouted in a perfect joy.
Justin joined him in a yell and keening scream that probably could have been heard throughout that entire huge castle.
"I'm cumming! FUCK! Don't stop Brian! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!" He screamed, long and loud and clear.
And he came in a gush, coating his stomach and chest. He spasmed wildly.
And then Brian, who had been holding back for a long time anyway, came himself, with a great yell, filling the condom, this beautiful sight sending him over the edge, unravelling his control as if it had never been.
He pressed them together, chest to chest, still inside him and kissed Justin witless. Justin kissed back and they rolled over and over on the rug, joined as one, body, mind, and soul.
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Eventually, they cooled.
Brian slid out of Justin's ass and he tied up the condom and threw it in a wastebasket. They lay there beside each other on their backs, heaving, both of their chests sticky from Justin`s cum. They looked over at each other and grinned. Their hands found each other and their fingers entwined.
"I love you," they said in unison. They smiled.
"But don't ever leave me again," they said, again, in unison.
"Never," they said.
Then Justin looked deep into Brian's eyes and asked: "Do you mean it? Will you stay with me forever? And you won't send me away again?"
Brian looked back into those now in-fucking-credible!...eyes and answered: "No. Oh, Justin, I'm so sorry! Sorry for what you went through. I didn't know it would end in such a disaster. I sent you away because I saw the incredible talent you had and yet I was holding you prisoner...like a fucking canary in a cage! I - I just couldn't do it anymore!"
"And yet I ended up a prisoner anyway. Perhaps that is my destiny. If that is so, then I'd rather be your prisoner, locked within your arms forevermore."
Brian rolled his eyes. "Oh geez! Still the ever over sentimental Princess Twat, aren't you! You aren't anybody's prisoner! You're free, Justin! Free! And if you want to stay with me, it's by your choice. If you want to travel and paint, or go to New York, or...or...whatever, then you can go do that as well. I...I won't stop you."
"Before...he took me...my show did very well. As I said, I had several offers to do shows in New York. I may need to go...from time to time."
"I see."
"Oh, you do not see, you silly man! If I go...when I go...you must always go with me!"
And now Brian's smile was like sunshine. "Oh, yes! To stay with you forever! Now that is MY destiny! You're my drug, Justin, and I'm hopelessly addicted!"
Justin rolled his eyes. Now who was being the sentimental one? But he wisely didn't say anything.
Instead, he asked again: "Are you sure? Will you stay with me for always? That could be...I mean...We would be together...for quite some time."
Brian looked over. "What do you mean, Justin?"
Justin smiled. After you exploded, the Wards were freed from their bondage. Before they left, they each gave me a gift. The first one..."
And so, Justin told Brian about the Wards' first gift. He included the fact that he now had double lifespan and the ability to pass the gift on...to just one other.
"That is why I ask you seriously, Brian. Consider carefully. The life you choose with me will be doubly long...and I'm a jealous, jealous man, Brian. No more tricking...and I will never let you go."
"Then it seems I am your prisoner as well!" Brian said joyfully, "For I never want you to let me go! And if you give that gift to another man, I will be most upset! No more tricking! I'm yours," he finished seriously.
"Oh yes! Then it's you! I choose you! I share my gift of Beauty with you, forevermore!" Justin kissed him passionately and both men could feel the gift pass between them and become a part of Brian as well.
"I love you." said Brian seriously, "But now...I'd really love a shower as well! Do you suppose this place has a bathroom?"
"God, I hope so!" answered Justin. They both got up, naked and messy and hunted around. They found a short hall at the opposite end of the living room as they had come in and at the end of this hall was a door. Inside was a bathroom that was fully big and golden as Justin's apartment bathroom. In time, they would discover that every bathroom was as big as this one. It had a Jacuzzi and a walk in shower with glass walls and was fully stocked.
They took a shower which of course, ended up with Brian fucking Justin into the glass wall of the shower. Fortunately, there was a small crevice in the wall stocked with condoms.
Then they returned to the main room where they dressed and cuddled on a sofa.
"So...what are we going to do now?" asked Brian, "What are we going to do with this castle!? I mean, it's fantastic having it all to ourselves but that's going to get old real quick and then I'd just feel selfish with it just being you and me, rattling around in this place like two peas in a can. A really BIG can!" he added.
"Oh...don't worry about that! I have some ideas that we can discuss later. First, I think we should return to Pittsburgh and wrap up loose ends there before starting our new life."
"What sort of loose ends?"
Well, first thing that comes to my mind is my mother," Justin declared grimly, "Not to mention, Molly. I can't leave her with her after what I know she did. Then we can visit Gus...and invite him out...maybe even the muncher mommies as well. I'd love to meet Debbie in person. Then there was something about your loft and Michael too, if I remember."
"Oh, he can have it," said Brian dismissively, "I kept it around as a fuckpad but that part of me...is gone. Burned away in whatever was left in me before the explosion. Everything in there was being unused anyway, like a big, impersonal museum."
"The explosion! Oh my God! How could I have forgotten! Brian, I saw you turn to stone! I saw you explode!"
"Yes," said Brian agreeably. He smiled winsomely and his flawless face was fantastic to voyeur. He began to nuzzle Justin's neck.
Justin gasped in pleasure but kept going. Geez! Didn't this guy ever get enough?
"But then...ohhhhh God.....but then how are you here!? What happened to you? How did you get to the front drive?" Justin grabbed his face and held his cheeks in his palms and looked deep within his eyes. The gold flecks were moving now, twinkling like the stars in the sky. "Brian, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!??"
TBC