Notes: This chapter comes with another cliffhanger warning. But don't worry... You'll find out what's going on with Brian in the next chapter...

And I also know that at point where my story is right now, Speed was still alive and kicking (since the 3rd season was only aired later in 2004 (or so I'm assuming from the IMDB). But screw that. My AU, my rules.

Chapter 41 - Judgement Day

Brian

I guess we only got through the weekend more or less unscathed cause we fucked a lot. And I mean a lot! At one point I even feared we'd have to resort to Viagra again. Of course Justin was laughing his ass off when I told him – I think my brain must have been fried at that point, else I'd never have mentioned it. Anyway, after he was done acting like a fucking lunatic – or Emmett – he showed me that I didn't need any additional help to get hard again, cause all I need is him. If he hadn't been about to give me a blow job at the time, I'd have told him that someone was obviously blowing his own trumpet. But if I'm anything it's pragmatic, especially if my dick is going to get sucked...

I know that single-mindedness isn't a good thing most of the time, but for those two days it really was the mental state we both wanted to be in. And I think it's pretty accurate when I say that we didn't leave our bedroom for more than a total of two hours – and only because of the Monster. It was Sunday evening, and he had been stuffing his face again as if there'd be no tomorrow, when he made sure I knew that he was so onto me. "I think I should call Vic and thank him for lending you a helping hand yesterday..." That was when I knew he'd outlived the status of little shit. Oh yes! Fucking bastard – that is more like it. So he is aware that I can't cook for shit, but did he have to tell me? I mumbled something about me picking the dish and taking a shower, and he had the guts to accuse me of queening out over trifles.

I made him pay for that remark later on, and if his pained expression is any indication, he's still feeling me, ramming into him without so much as a by your leave. Well, he'd fucking asked for it. "Just so that you know – I'm never letting you anywhere near my ass again." I'm seriously tempted to ask for how long he thinks he can go through with that, but I know that would only lead to disaster. Cause even though he simply loves to have my cock up his ass, he also likes to make a point. So I merely shrug and promise to kiss it all better when we take a shower later on. I guess the banter could give people the impression that this is just an ordinary day in the Kinney / Taylor household. For us, however, it's a way of keeping things light, of not thinking about tomorrow's appointment...

I already called Cyn and took the week off – I'd be a fucking mess anyway, and after tomorrow... And I can't fucking believe that I actually told Cynthia what was going on. I'm such a loser... "By the way, I'm coming with you." What the fuck?! "I'll call Deb and cancel my shift..." Oh no, you're not! I mean, if he was to finally get a grip and stop working at the diner completely, I'd be all for it. But whenever the topic comes up, he's going all "But Brian... It's only emergency shifts..." So almost every weekend is an emergency shift? And what about Tuesday mornings? Oh wait! Kiki needs her beauty sleep, right? "Besides, I owe it to Debbie..." And that always sets me off. He owes Debbie shit! He's paid her back a long time ago, and anyway, it is me who's indebted to her for taking in Justin.

So, there's no way in hell that I let him cancel his precious shift... "Justin, no! I don't fucking want you there with me." That's a really big fat lie, but screw that. "All that's going to happen..." He stops me, giving me that look that says that this conversation is over and he's gonna do things his way no matter what I say or do. Great. Just shoot me now and get it over with. Cause this is what my life will be like from now on. Just perfect! I think he took lessons with Linz and Mikey. Especially with Linz. Lesson one: How to get Brian Kinney to do what you want. And there are more to come. Did I ever mention that I hate the lot of them? And then a thought is taking hold of my mind that scares me to no end. Maybe I should join forces with Melanie. I mean, she's fucking tied to Linz and... Yup, it's official. The world is upside-down, and my former nemesis is now my ally. I think I need to see Kathleen about this as well. Or maybe not.

When I told her that I'm getting more and more dykish, she was fucking laughing in my face. And then she told me that I was simply happy and that I should enjoy it while it lasted. Women! Together with the stupid blonde, who's smirking at me right now, they are the bane of my existence. But Justin is, and always will be, on top of that particular list. Also because he thought it would be a brilliant idea to have the kids over today. That's just great, Sunshine... Much better than fucking our brain's out, oh yes. Asshole! I was waiting on the sidelines as he called the Munchers, and of course he had to tell them what was going on. Thank you ever so much for keeping your mouth shut! Fucker!

They are going to be here in thirty or so minutes, which only gives us enough time for some rimming and some serious blowing and sucking, and Justin gives me that self-satisfied grin that I just want to rip off his face. He thinks he's got me figured out... And the problem is, he's right. He not only retrieved his copy of The Brian Kinney Manual and Dictionary, he also added a few chapters himself. Fuck him! Damn, I shouldn't have thought that just now. The fucking bell rings, and there's no way that I'm greeting the girls who munch with a woody. Oh no. Come on, brain! Think of something really gross... But it's not coming up with images of Mikey and Ted doing the dirty – which would be just wrong – no. I'm getting this pretty vivid image of Justin standing in a fucking graveyard... Fuck!

Little feet are bounding up the stairs, and then my son is running into the room and jumps into my arms. "Dada!" And maybe Justin wasn't so wrong after all. Since the wedding there was so much stuff to be done, and work was pretty insane, so we had no time at all for our kids. "Daddy Jussie is down with Mommy and Momma ... and Jenny." His little brow furrows, and I think he's not so happy about his little sister right now. "Jussie said I should bring you..." I somehow get the feeling that Gus would rather stay up here and not go down again. "Daddy said we could go to the zoo..." It's amazing how thrilled I am whenever Gus calls Justin his Daddy. The first time he said it when Justin was around, I thought he would have a heart attack. As if I'd mind. Mr 1,500 points can really be stupid at times.

At that point, the rest of Gus' statement registers, and I'm putting him down again. We slowly descend the stairs, and then... "I'm not getting spat at again by that llama, Sunshine! No way!" And what's the little shit, sorry, the fucking bastard doing? He's sharing a secret grin with Gus and winks. "I mean it, Justin! No way in hell!" I already know that we are going to end up at the zoo, but the more I fight it now, the bigger will be the reward I get tonight – for all my troubles as he puts it. Not that I think he would deny me anything today... 'Shut up, brain!' The girls gaze at me rather funnily, and this really is the Twilight Zone because it's Mel who takes me aside. Mel! Melanie Marcus! The woman who was probably close to poisoning me on more than one occasion. My archenemy. Shit!

She pulls me into the study, closing the door behind us, and fucking hugs me. Please, just let me wake from this nightmare! And then she smiles. At me! Admittedly, it's a curt smile, but a smile nonetheless. "You'll be alright. I mean, fuck! All the times I wanted to do you in, you held on. And what of all the drugs you've been taking, huh? A normal human being would have, you know..." Melanie Marcus is trying to comfort me? There can be only one explanation for that – I'm really dying. Fuck! "Shit! You are going to survive this as well, okay?! You can't just expect us to go on without your presence in our lives." What the fuck?! "I don't think Justin would be able to cope. And Jenny deserves to have a father. Actually, no. She deserves to have two fathers who spoil her rotten. So don't you dare and die on us!" Now that's more like Mel. And how I hate her!

She hugs me again, and Justin chooses that moment to walk in on us. "Fuck, Brian! I never knew you two felt that way. Should I just leave you alone and keep Linz out of your hair?" Mel has a coughing fit, and I'm hard put not to strangle him on spot. Mel and I – that's more than wrong! "Or would you rather retire to the bedroom?" That's it! Mel won't have to worry about Justin surviving should I... He won't live to see another day if he continues like this. "Though... Hang on. We're married now. So I'm afraid I can't allow this to go on. No weird hetero sex in our house!" And he walks up and drags my head down, and then plunders my mouth as if he hadn't had any in weeks. Mel stopped coughing and makes retching noises now, and that's just too funny so I grab Justin, and draw him even closer, and we're in the middle of a full-blown make-out session when Linz joins us to inform us that we both are so full of shit. In front of Gus.

The zoo is pretty empty this morning, but Gus doesn't mind at all. He's far too excited about seeing all the animals once more, and somehow we end up gazing at the llamas again. Or Justin and Gus are. I'm sitting on a bench, holding Jenny. And I swear that I'm going to kill the next granny who comes up and tells me how cute my little baby is. Cause she's not cute, she's beautiful! Still very much blue-eyed – and by now these idiots who call themselves my family had to admit that she will probably remain that way – she now has all this fluffy hair on her head, and Linz already threatened that it will have to be cut in a few weeks' time. Well, we'll see about that. She's smiling, and there really is no doubt that she's Justin's daughter. It might be a toothless smile, but it still is a Sunshine smile...

Maybe Mel was right when she suggested that Justin and I should... But it's too soon. He'll get his degree in a little more than a year, and then he's to go out and conquer the world. I mean, Linz says he's got this enormous talent, so there's no way that I'm tying him down... Besides, he'll be going to New York since it's the centre of the artistic world, or so Linz tells me, and Vanguard could really do with an office in the Big Apple... And once he's ready to settle down... Well, there's still time to think about that later on.

Gus is making faces at the llama, and it'll only be moments until... "You see that, Jenny? That happens when you annoy animals. And the same is true for other people, only they don't spit at you. It's a lesson your Daddy had to learn the hard way. See..." I point to Justin who's trying to get rid of the llama spit on his cheek. "You could also say that it's nature's payback for all the times he's been drooling on me. Yup, your Daddy's a drooler. And you know, he refuses to believe it. Claims that he hasn't drooled, ever!" Jenny's eyes are trained on me, and she really seems to be genuinely interested in what I have to tell her. "You really are to be pitied. He's your Daddy, and there's nothing you can do about that. And just look at your brother... You might think that he inherited something from me. No! Your Daddy's influence is far too strong. But maybe we can get back at him. What do you think? You don't want to be a Taylor, do you? You'll be a little Kinney, right? Your Momma would love that..." Okay, Mel would have kittens, but maybe that's her way of showing she's happy about something. Who knows. She's a cwazy wesbian after all ... and a woman.

Jenny caught my left hand, and is now studying the platinum band that sits upon my ring finger. "Yes, that's one of the things your Daddy forced me to do. You see, he had this strange idea about romance and stuff, and desperately wanted to play dyke and march down the aisle. Though I refused to do the Vera Wangs... Anyway, he made me get these rings, you know, and even managed to get me to make an idiot of myself in front of everyone. You know, your grandmas, your uncles, and even your mommies. And he calls that love. Evil, isn't he? So we really should join forces, Jenny, and pay him back... What do you say?" She makes a gurgling sound and I'm going to take that as a yes. Always knew she'd be a smart girl.

"Now isn't that just sweet?" Justin has sneaked up on us and is now smirking. "Daddy Brian and his little princess..." If I wasn't holding Jenny right now, I'd spank him. "You are adorable together. I wish I'd brought my sketchbook." The world is ending! Justin Taylor forgot his precious sketchbook. "You know, Gus told me that she's not such a small angel at night..." Ah, that's why my sonny boy was rather reluctant to go anywhere near his sister. "She's screaming and makes a big fuss about everything and anything." And isn't it funny that I'm apparently the only one who can calm her? I mean, she's never so much as sniffled when she was with me. Of course, I leave things like changing the diapers to Justin whenever Jenny is at the house...

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Justin

Brian is so adorable when he's with Jenny. I don't know if he's aware that she's got him wrapped around her little finger, just like me. Though, I'm even happier when he's wrapped around another part of my anatomy. Like he is now. Linz has picked up the kids an hour ago, and we finished our dinner – he was still giggling about the llama and fuck. But I didn't give him a hard time about it. I mean, as long as he's on about Gus and Justin's Excellent Adventure with the Llama, he's not thinking about tomorrow. It's more than enough that I'm growing an ulcer because of it. We were in the kitchen to put away the dishes when he suddenly attacked. And now I'm lying on the bed, and he's sucking my dick as if there was no tomorrow. My head is thrashing on the pillows, and I know that his eyes are on me, that he's drinking down every gasp, every little moan.

That knowledge makes me even more wanton, and I can feel my balls tighten already, and it's too fucking soon. But I can't stop anymore. It's too much, he's far too good at this. I throw back my head and come, shooting my load down his throat, and fuck, he looks like the cat who got the cream – or maybe the canary. He crawls up, and leans in to share my flavour with me. Shit! My cock is twitching, and he chuckles. "My, my, Taylor. Insatiable, aren't we?" We most certainly are! I reach for the lube and thrust it into his hand. So I won't be able to sit tomorrow, so what? I want him, now! He complies almost immediately – like I knew he would.

Or so I think. Yes, he slides down again. And yes, he begins to work the lube into my hole. But after five minutes, it's still just one fucking finger... What the fuck is he getting at? I want to be fucked, want to feel him inside me. And he thinks it's time to fucking play? "Brian! More!" There's that tongue-in-cheek grin, and I want to slap him. My dick is more than ready for action, dripping pre-come, but does he pay any attention to it? No! Just like he refuses to put more than one finger into my ass. Well, fuck him! He's just drawing back, probably to get even more lube to drive me insane, and that's my chance. I'm pushing three fingers into me, and it doesn't hurt even a tiny bit. But fuck, does it feel good. "Oh, yes!" He growls and tries to slap my hand away, but I'm just shaking my head. "Uh-uh. Unless you put something substantial in me, I'm going to ... oh shit." I just accidentally rubbed my prostate, and I'm seeing stars...

I'm forced to close my eyes for a second, and when I open them again, he's glaring down at me. But he's also slicking up his cock, and that's always a very good thing. "You want substantial? Alright, you get it... Now get moving! I want you on your hands and knees. Now!" Your wish is my command. I barely manage to turn over and get my fingers out of my ass when he's thrusting inside, one deep stroke and he's fully sheathed. Oh yes, that's it! I squeeze my ass, and he groans, "Fuck, Justin! Stop that!" And that from the biggest cock tease in the entire world. Hah, fucking hah. I squeeze again, and he slaps my ass cheek. "Stop it, you little shit!" I'm considering his words for about a second, but decide not to listen to him this time. I want him to lose his precious control, want him to go crazy and forget about tomorrow.

And a couple of squeezes later, I get my wish, and he's going wild behind me. And while he must be half crazed with need, he still manages to hit my prostate on every stroke, and the world around me becomes sort of blurry until only the two of us remain. And there's his thick cock splitting me in half, and for a moment I'm thanking every deity I don't believe in for making sure that we came this far. Only then I remember bumps and shit, and I'm forcing those thoughts out of my head, giving myself over to the pleasure. Which isn't exactly hard to do cause his fingers are closing around my dick, and he's jerking me off in time with his thrusts, and then I'm exploding again, and he follows me... And I think I passed out for a moment or two cause when I come to, he's already cleaned us up, and I'm wrapped in his arms. I'm falling asleep to a whispered "That was hot", and I think I have the stupidest smile on my face...

Tuesday morning is grey and fucking cold, and I'm wondering why the fuck we have to live in Pittsburgh. Miami is a great city as well, and much warmer! Plus, there's all those cute CSIs running around... "You're aware of the fact that the show was shot in L.A., yes?" He's to take all the fun out of everything. "Besides, your beloved Speed is dead and buried, so shut up about that already." Case in point! It's enough that he's always making fun of Daph and I, watching these shows. But does he have to remind me of one of my darkest TV moments? I swear, if we didn't have to go to Dr. Franklin, I'd make him pay for this... Shit! I refuse to think about this. But it's getting fucking hard.

Especially when he hands me the keys of the jeep. He's not up to driving. Fuck! I want to strangle someone, preferably his sainted mother. We get into the car, and he makes me stop at the next Starbucks, getting one of those glorious White Chocolate Mochas for me – "Hospital coffee is fucking ghastly, so you should at least have something decent to drink while you run mad." And I'm claiming that I'm onto him... He knows that I'm probably going to fall apart while he's... Shit! I'm here to support him, so I better get a grip. Now! It's a fucking miracle that I manage to get onto the parking deck without running into anything or anyone, and Brian's pretty pissed at me because I'm such a sissy about this. "Justin! You can either go home right now, or pull yourself together, okay?! Didn't you say it yourself? Whatever happens today, we'll get through this." I was clearly insane when I said that.

I park the car, pull the hand break, turn of the engine. And I know that he'll be glaring daggers at me the moment I turn my head around to face him. Bingo! But then his gaze softens. "Don't freak out on me, okay? This is a shitty situation as it is, and I really can't deal with a queening twink on top of it all." He smirks, just a little, but it's still a smirk. "Besides, there's nothing we can do right now. It's all in the hands of the demi-gods in white, God help us." He bites his lower lip, and I so want to lick... Fuck! He knows! He knows my dirtiest and darkest secret! He knows how turned on I get whenever he does that! Shit! I'm so screwed. Tongue-in-cheek grin. Oh yes, he knows!

"You know, when you got bashed, I didn't freak out either." Yeah, right! Mikey and Daphne told me a different story. About Brian Kinney crying his eyes out. Then again... I wasn't awake, was I? I didn't have to see him fall apart. So it wouldn't be fair to do this to him. I breathe in deeply, and then give him a Sunshine smile. "That's the spirit." Shit! His shoulders are sagging with relief. He was really worried – for me. Not because he might have... No. He was worried because I might lose it. That's just fucked. "Now come on. Let the games begin..." Oh yes, my Emperor, whatever you say.

The waiting area reminds me a little too much of that night last year. I'm reaching out to hold his hand, but for some reason our hands collide already midway, and I can't be sure, but I think he was reaching for me as well. The time of his appointment comes and passes, and I'm about to start off about how fucked this whole shit is, and why the fuck doctors gave you an appointment if they didn't intend to honour it... "Mr Kinney? Dr. Franklin is now ready to see you..." And now I don't want him to go. I want him to stay right here with me...

He rises, and draws me up with him. And then our lips collide, and I don't give a fuck about the gasps of all those fucking straight people all around us. Eventually, Brian's breaking the kiss, bumping his forehead against mine. "Whatever happens, Justin, we'll make it. Okay?" I nod, forcing back the tears that are burning at the back of my eyes. "Love you..." And then he's gone, and the door closes behind him. And I'm sitting in this fucking uncomfortable chair, drinking my White Chocolate Mocha, and I'm praying – I'm fucking praying...