Also, if you're interested, I just found out that the Chainsaw Carving Depot in our town has its own website. So if you want to check it out, it's here. You can see why I drool at all the carved goodies as I pass the shop everyday (they put everything out on the lawn).
Oh yeah. I was tired of not having my full mood theme at my disposal so I changed it to an Orlando Bloom one (non-animated). I'm still working VERY SLOWLY on the animated QaF one.
So here it is, without further adieu:
Title: Justin's Baby
Genre: Bad!fic, crack!fic - I dunno - take your pic - I don't really give a shit.
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 still don't understand teenagers...
Thanks go to fiercediva for the icon and poster. Thank you babe! *smooches*
A big BIG THANK YOU and lots of kisses go to my wonderful beta on this chapter, shadownyc!!!!
Chapter 1 - Justin follows a lead
Chapter 2 - Justin Moves In
Brian was looking down at the smudge of paint that marred his perfectly tailored suit, a suit that was designed specifically for him and him alone, made from the finest linen and silk, fitted not once but twice to make sure the fit was well, perfect. He wondered briefly about what it was that had brought him here to this point in time, wearing what was now a suit that was worth less than the scum at the bottom of his spotless and shiny Prada shoes.
Brian looked up at the blushing, apologetic and trembling young man and remembered.
Brian had wondered how their first meeting would go and in all his possible scenarios, he had not imagined this one. In fact, he hadn't even contemplated meeting Justin tonight. It was too much of a temptation. But as luck would have it, good or bad, he had passed the apartment on the way to his own, which was conveniently located in 4A and as luck would have it again, the door being wide open, he had peered in.
It had been a good thing that his mortal body had learned how to rein in his demon a long time ago for he would have surely taken the young man right then and there on the floor. There was never a more enticing sight than the body before him, clad in baggy, white overalls. As he had walked up behind Justin, he had to contain the growl that emitted low in his throat at the swelling curve of his backside encased in the offending white denim. Normally, Brian's motto was the tighter the clothing, the better. However, as he drank in the lithe figure that could be clearly seen in the enormous dungarees, he realized that maybe less was not more and that more was quite edible. He stole his gaze upwards and took in the bared pale shoulders, a spattering of paint dusted across the tops, just waiting for him to sink his teeth into, marking and claiming Justin as his own.
But that would have to wait.
Taking in a deep breath, he had decided to make his presence known to his new tenant by laying one hand on said bare shoulder, a very nice, warm shoulder, only to be met with the business end of a paint roller.
"I'm Brian. Brian Kinney. Your neighbor. And you owe me a new suit." Brian couldn't help but smile at the way the kid started to blush and stutter. On anyone else it would look ludicrous; on the young man in front of him, it was positively sinful.
"Please tell me that you're one of those people who buys their suits at those men's warehouses where the suits only look expensive," Justin said desperately while biting his lower lip.
A lip Brian would very much like to have nibbled on himself.
"This suit was custom designed and tailored for me by Georgio himself," Brian replied nonchalantly.
"And that would be Georgio," Justin chuckled nervously, "As in some anonymous little old man who does this sort of thing..."
"As in Armani," Brian finished.
"Of course it would be Armani," Justin said, paling slightly.
Of course it would, Brian thought and then smiled at the fact that most of his suits were custom tailored by the man. After all, he was also in Brian's debt.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Justin said as he turned away from his new neighbor.
"Well, if you did, it would go rather nicely with the lovely shade of green you picked for the walls, I have to say," Brian said as he scanned the room.
"You know," Justin started defensively, "I wouldn't have ruined your suit if you hadn't scared me like that! And I happen to like this shade of green."
"Yes, but it does clash horribly with my tie," Brian mocked as he looked down at the tie in question. "I heard you were an artist. If you plan on using clothing as a medium," Brian said as he pointed to his suit coat, "You might want to rethink that. I have to say your tastes are rather expensive."
"I'm really sorry," Justin said as he looked up at the man apologetically.
Brian bit his lip as he looked down into the pleading eyes and the pouting lip. Turning away from the face, Brian said off-handedly, "Don't worry about it."
"It's okay. Let's just say, you'll owe me one," Brian finished, his tongue planted in his cheek.
"I could never pay something like that off..."
"Just a favor I might call on you later, okay? Anyway, I didn't come to talk fashion and tacky shades of green," Brian said as he turned to face Justin, "You're probably wondering why I accepted your bid."
"Why you...accepted my bid? Are you...are you the owner?!" Justin exclaimed.
"Joe was right," Brian laughed, "You are a quick one."
Justin turned a suspicious eye on Brian. "Yes, why did you accept my bid? Not to look a gift horse in the mouth..."
"I really hate that expression," Brian said as he furrowed his brows, "Or the implication of what you just called me."
Being put back on the defensive, Justin quickly cut in. "No, I didn't mean to call you..."
"Do you know how that expression originated?"
"The Trojan War?" Justin shrugged, "Because..."
"I didn't come here for a history lesson either Sunshine. Anyway, I accepted your bid because you looked the least likely to start complaining when things got a bit, how shall we say, noisy around here."
"Noisy?" Justin scoffed and scrunched his nose. "What, like loud parties or something?"
"More like...well, come now, we're both men cut from the same cloth. We bat for the same team. Please Mr. Taylor, I could spout euphemisms all day long. You like to take a cock up the ass and I like to put mine up one. My constant, and quite frequent I might add, stream of conquests can be quite," Brian stopped to smile, "Enthusiastic. I think the last two applicants, although their bids were more than adequate, would be the type to complain. You wouldn't. Would you Mr. Taylor?" Brian said as he looked imploringly at Justin. He smiled yet again when he noticed the lovely shade of crimson he had suddenly sported.
"Justin. You can call me Justin," he said as he stood shivering.
Brian leaned down and whispered into Justin's ear. "It can get loud you know. Cries of 'harder'...'faster'...'more'...you okay with that?"
"Yes," Justin squeaked and swallowed.
"Good, then, we're all good," Brian said, trying to change the heady atmosphere that was beginning to take shape in the small living space. Leaning that close to Justin had been a mistake. Justin had been too close and his smell wafted up to tickle the hairs on the back of Brian's neck. He needed to back off and now. This was not the time to start anything. Justin wasn't ready and he didn't want to ruin all his plans that he had for the lad.
Brian had waited a long time for this. He knew whoever it was that he had been looking for would eventually come to this place at this time, he just didn't know who.
When he first caught a glimpse of Justin he knew he was the one he had been waiting for.
In order for Brian to get Justin completely under his control, under his wing if you will, he needed to get him under his roof first. Housing, particularly in his apartment building, was a no-brainer, especially considering the dump he had previously inhabited. How to get word to Justin was a different story.
He had originally considered entrusting 'Ian' with the task of spreading the word about the apartment at the institute but decided against it. It would bring too many applicants in and he didn't want to bother with that. It would have been too time consuming. And then it still might not even bring in the one applicant he wanted most. And of course, there was the fact that he would be entrusting the violinist with the task itself, thereby dooming his goal to begin with.
So he had used another one of his lackeys, someone who owed him, to hone in on Justin and Justin alone, and to give him the lead.
It had worked out perfectly because here Justin was now.
So he could bide his time and take it slowly.
Just then, a snap could be heard and Brian watched as one of the straps came down, exposing one side of the lithe body ever so slightly to Brian's lust-addled brain.
Maybe taking it slowly was said in haste.
"Oh I hate when that happens," Justin said and lifted his strap to re-affix. Snapping out of his dazed fog, Justin suddenly thought of something. "Um...Debbie...I mean Mrs. Novotny made me a lasagna." Justin ran over to the counter. "And look, she left some candles...which is kinda strange. I guess she thought they would be nice for my first dinner in my new apartment...by candlelight...you know. Would you like to stay and help...me...eat it?" Justin asked.
The lasagna would have been the last of the things he wanted to eat if he stayed another minute. "Not tonight. I have places to go, people to do," Brian smiled.
"Right, I'm sure I'll be hearing," Justin started to snicker and then stopped when he heard music.
"What's that?" Justin asked.
"It's Ian...or Ethan," Brian corrected. "He starts to practice at this time of night...every night...like clockwork. Rather annoying, if you ask me," Brian sighed.
"Well, there you go," Brian mocked, "You have your dinner by candlelight and now violin music. How romantic. I better leave before I spew something that will match the color of your walls."
"You don't believe in romance?" Justin smiled.
"I don't believe in love, I believe...oh never mind...I've said it a million times already," Brian said. Just then, Justin turned around and bent over to place the lid back on the can of paint. At that, Brian was given a full backside view of the ass he planned on becoming intimately acquainted with.
A low growl escaped his throat.
"Did you hear that?" Justin asked as he jumped up.
"No," Brian said matter-of-factly. "I must be going."
"I really am sorry about the suit."
"I'll live," Brian smiled. Brian looked down into the paint smattered face once more before heaving a huge sigh and turning around. "I'll see you around...Justin." Brian walked to the door and just as he was about to reach the handle which would lead him to his means of escape, he stopped when he heard Justin.
"Later...Brian," and with that Brian took one more look at Justin, who stood there with a huge beatific smile.
Yes, the demon in him wanted him right now, but the man in him could wait. Of course the man in him, unfortunately, was slightly smitten with the lad. His first meeting with Justin Taylor had not gone quite as he had expected. Brian smiled back and uttered one word before stepping into the hall.
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