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"Justin's Baby" Chapter 1 - Brian/Justin

So here is the WIP I promised I would start posting.

Don't judge me too harshly.

Title: Justin's Baby
Chapter 1
Pairing: Justin/Brian
Genre: Bad!fic, crack!fic - I dunno - take your pic - I don't really give a shit.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: God, where do I even begin? Sacrilege, demon worship, mPreg, bad language, drugged sex, bad!fic, crack!fic and mentions of the high cost of housing.
Summary: Based very loosely on Rosemary's Baby. Justin gets more than he bargained for when he moves into the apartment of his dreams.
Disclaimer: Don't own Cowlip or the boys and I don't know the location of the Muffin Man but I hear he lives down Drury Lane.

I apologize in advance to Roman Polanski.



NOTE: This series will contain mPreg and demon worship and many references to sacrilege. If this offends you, then DO NOT PANIC. THAT MEANS YOU ARE NORMAL!!!! But you could read it anyway and no one will tell.

Well, they probably will, and then laugh and point and stare, but hey, in a hundred years, who'll care? *shrugs*


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Thanks go to fiercediva for the icon and poster. Thank you babe! *smooches*



Justin looked at the sign the old homeless man was holding up and chuckled. It simply said:

WELCOME TO THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

It was such a strange sign. Nothing like the other signs the various different homeless people were holding up, signs asking for varying degrees of charity. It was almost a portent of things to come.

If Justin believed in such things.

Justin shrugged and continued walking along the sidewalk. He had finally acquired a semi-reputable lead to an apartment where he could possibly reside while he attended the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts. If this lead panned out, and he was not loathe to praying to any god he deemed able to help him in this quest, then he would finally have a place to live comfortably.

He was currently living in a substandard dwelling with approximately ten other college students and quite a few species of urban wildlife; wildlife such as cockroaches and rats. He felt it quite unfair that he was paying quite a bit of the rent when such wildlife (and some of the college students for that matter) were living there for free, and eating his share of the groceries.

So it was with that vision in mind, one of him living in the aforementioned hovel for his term at the institute, that he found himself walking down this part of town, past the panhandlers and homeless, past the business district and into a more respectable neighborhood.

When he looked down at the address scribbled hastily on the piece of paper and then up at the apartment building, he knew he must have written what his fellow student dictated incorrectly.

Surely this could not be the place!

The building was beautiful, with it's ornately carved corner posts, it's wrought iron bars covering the various balconies and the wood trim interspersed throughout. As Justin walked around to the front of the building, he noticed ivy growing up one side of the wall. He walked up the huge wood carved staircase to the large front doors, a mixture of old oak and etched glass.

Yes, this was the place. Justin swallowed and opened the doors, stepping into the massive foyer that led to two opposing staircases, each one winding its way up to the next floor. He walked up to the staircase on the right, smoothing his hand across the intricately carved newel-post, caressing the fine detail that lay within. The entire stair railing was carved out of the same rich mahogany and the stair-risers were made from a dark colored marble, each step polished so as to glow in the morning light. As Justin took the first step up the staircase, he heard a clearing of someone's throat behind him.

"You lost, kiddo?" a woman's voice could be heard.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Justin smiled, "I was told there was an apartment for rent here, but looking at this place...I...I don't think I could afford it and he must've been wrong," Justin stammered.

"Well, aren't you a cutie," the woman said as she pinched his cheek. "The apartment's upstairs. Come on up," she said as she inclined her head up.

"Oh no...and you'd have to get the keys...and...and I'd just be wasting your time," Justin insisted.

"Keys are right here, sweetie. See?" the woman said and popped her gum. "I'm Debbie and you are...I can't very well call you sweetie, now can I?" the woman said and smiled.

"Justin. Justin Taylor," he said as he advanced his hand out to the kind yet eccentric looking woman to shake.

"So polite! Shit," Debbie said as she put a hand on her hip. "You don't find boys like you anymore. Nice to meet you, Justin," Debbie said as she shook the hand afforded to her. "Now come on."

"No, really," Justin said as he placed his hand on her arm, "I don't want to waste your time. I could never afford..."

"Never say never, baby," Debbie said as she looked Justin directly in the eyes. "Come on, what could it hurt...right?"

Justin suddenly had a vision of the kindly woman in nothing but fig leaves, an asp wound around her thick neck, holding out an apple. As quickly as the image came to him, it left and he nodded in acquiescense, following the woman up the staircase. What could it hurt? He'd look at the, no doubt, beautiful apartment, hear the asking price, and decline politely.

Justin reached the second floor landing when two men appeared out of nowhere. One a very large, good-looking (what in essence Justin would have to admit was hot), man and another who was well...not.

"Oh hi, baby," Debbie said as she hugged the small man to her. "Where you and Ben headed?"

"I'm walking him to his shop and then I'm headed to the university," the larger man said.

"Oh now where are my manners!" Debbie scolded herself. "Justin, honey, this is my son Michael and this is his partner, Ben," she finished as she pointed to the large man.

Justin turned to look at the two men. Ben held his hand out for Justin to shake and he took it while smiling. "Nice to meet you, Ben," Justin said shyly, trying to cover his blush. The man was really hot.

"You looking to rent the fourth floor unit?" Ben smiled.

"Um...I guess...I don't know," Justin shrugged.

"The one and only," Debbie confirmed.

"Ah, well, then," Ben said while inclining his head to the left, "it's nice to meet the new neighbor, neighbor," Ben said jovially.

"Well, it remains to be seen that I'll actually get the place," Justin chuckled. He pivoted to regard the other man. "And Michael, it's nice to meet you," Justin said as he held out his hand.

But the man wouldn't take his hand. "Come on Ben or we'll be late." Michael grabbed Ben by the arm and took off down the stairs, Ben giving a Michael an earful about manners.

"Sorry 'bout that," Debbie sighed, "he can be a real shit at times."

"I heard you say they're partners. In business?" Justin asked.

"Oh no!" Debbie laughed. "They're like you, their tastes run towards, well you know...cock," Debbie said and laughed at her own joke.

"Oh," Justin said and then repeated the 'Oh' again. "They're together?!" Justin exclaimed.

"You're okay with that sweetie, right?" Debbie asked warily.

"Yeah, and you're right, I do lean that way. But I just didn't know they were...that is to say...they are together..."

Funny, he didn't think Ben was legally blind. He didn't see a seeing-eye dog or a white cane.

How someone like that nasty little man could end up with someone like Ben, short of selling one's soul to the devil, was beyond him, but he wasn't about to say anything to the woman who was nice enough to show him the apartment that he would undoubtedly not be able to afford.

He followed her up the next two flights of stairs, which were considerably shorter than the first and landed on the fourth floor. There were four doors on this landing, each door a large, hand-crafted door with a brass number '4' and a letter nailed atop.

"This is yours, honey," Debbie said as she reached '4C.'

"Mine, yeah, right," Justin mumbled.

As Debbie opened the door, Justin stepped into the apartment, turned to the left and gasped.

Justin made a beeline for the corner and stood in complete and utter awe the whole time Debbie was talking.

"There's the bedroom through those french doors, and the kitchen's over here and the bathroom is through the bedroom and...honey, you listening?" Debbie stopped and turned around when she noticed her potential renter was rooted to the spot in front of the far end of the suite. "Honey?"

Justin stood in place, his mouth hanging slightly open. There was a large row of multi-paned windows and above that an equal number of windows ran along and into the ceiling. The corner was bathed in light. No, it wasn't just bathed in it, it was positively swimming in it! He could paint and sketch and draw to his heart's content in this spot. The rest of the apartment didn't matter one wit. This sold him. He had to have the place. He turned around and looked at Debbie and smiled.

Debbie stopped chewing her gum as she took in the sight of the boy and his beaming smile. "Sunshine? You like?"

"Oh, I like...I like," he said slowly and appreciatively as he turned around and looked at the rest of the apartment. He walked over to the main living area where one lone couch, upholstered in dark green velvet stood sentinel, to the small kitchen with its clean, white cupboards and shiny, white tile counter. He ran to the bedroom, through the french doors and took in the queen size, sleigh bed and solitary dresser, the room awash in the light from the early morning sun coming in through the wall to ceiling windows. Justin glanced into the bathroom, the kind where everything is white - the clawfoot tub, the medicine cabinet and vanity, even the small hexagonal tile that covered the floor. The only thing of color in the whole of the room was the large, overly decorative mirror adjacent to the tub.

Justin ran back into the main room and stood before Debbie. "I so love this place," he gushed.

"It suits you," Debbie smiled back and then frowned when she took in the sad face the man made. "What's wrong Sunshine?"

"I can't afford this place. There's no way," Justin said as he shook his head back and forth sadly. "I'm on scholarship and the amount of money that I have available to me for a home, even if I worked, it just wouldn't..."

"Look, honey, this place is set up to take bids. You leave your bid of what you can afford, and who knows," Debbie shrugged, "it just might be enough."

"There's no way, I shouldn't even be bothering you."

"Just leave the bid Justin, okay?" Debbie said as she placed her hand on the boy's arm and procured an application from the top of the kitchen counter.

"I don't think my bid would be enough...unless this place was the site of some horrendous murder or something," Justin said and laughed.

"No," Debbie snickered, "I can say without a doubt, this place was not." Now the other units, Debbie mused to herself...

Debbie watched as the boy took the sheet of paper.

"Take it home, sweetie, and put down what you can afford and then come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Debbie," he replied with a smile. Justin held the application in his hand as if someone were to rip it out of his grasp at any moment, waved to the manager, and walked out the door, glancing one more time at the corner with its wall and ceiling of windows. He then sighed and walked out the door.

Debbie looked after the boy and could hear his retreating footsteps as they descended the stairs.

"Is that who you were looking for?" Debbie asked.

A man stepped out of the shadows silently. Where he had been, Debbie could never really say.

"He's perfect," the man said with a hint of amusement and something else in his voice, the very same voice that always caused Debbie to shiver in the slightest. She turned and regarded the man. The man's beauty always amazed her. She could remember all the Catechism classes from her youth, the way the visiting priest would describe in detail the man that stood before her. The angel who had been so proud and arrogant of his beauty, that God cast him down out of heaven.

As Debbie took in the autocratic lines of the man's face, his self-assured smirk, she realized he still hadn't changed.

"Are you sure, my Lord? I mean, he seems so innocent, he's like an angel, and he is male after all..."

The man sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know the prophecy says that my son shall not be borne by any mortal woman. Well, it said nothing about a mortal male...and please, what have I said about calling me 'Lord'? You could slip and say it in front of the wrong person," the man said angrily. "Always use my mortal name. And as far as being angel-like," the man said, almost choking on the word, "angels are eunuchs. They're dickless, heartless beings who bow before their creator like the true sycophants they are. To call Justin an angel degrades him."

"Alright, fine, then Sunshine's the one you want. Great," Debbie said resignedly, "but I don't think he can afford this apartment and if he gets it, he might become suspicious..."

"He likes this unit. Didn't you see him?" the man said as he walked over to the windows. "He belongs here," the man mused as he looked out the window, watching as the boy in question crossed the street. "Just make sure Sunshine gets the place, this place."

"Okay, as soon as he comes back, no matter what he bids, I'll tell him he's got it. I'll think of something. I don't know," Debbie shook her head. She swore her life to this man, but she still couldn't help feeling guilty about what her Lord and Master had in store for the boy.

"You have feelings for him," the man said as he turned toward Debbie and confronted her. "That's good. I need everyone to protect him."

Debbie looked down. She wondered when she would ever learn that she couldn't keep anything from him. "I'll protect him. I'll do whatever you want my...," Debbie said and then stopped when she saw the scowl on his beautiful face. "I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything...Brian."





TBC


I'd like to thank my beta, fluffys_girl who also happens to be my daughter Megan. It's good to have a second pair of eyes, especially when she caught my big boo boo - The angel who had been so proud and arrogant of his beauty was almost The angel who had been so proud and arrogant of his beany. Yes, the devil was kicked out of heaven because of his amazing hat!

Okay, you know how I feel about fb. I love it and I really want it for this. And you can snicker about this behind my back if you want.

I would so totally understand...


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