A/N: This is a edited repost from a long time ago. I've had requests on a few separate occasions to continue this to include a second part. I guess this is where you come in. Does it stand best as is - or shall I write one more part? Majority rules on this. I hope you enjoy it.

At First Glance

Brian stepped out of Babylon - his entourage flanking him as usual. One arm had his jacket tossed over his shoulder, with the other around Mikey's shoulders as they walked towards his jeep. He had been remarking about the mediocre blowjob when his eyes fell upon his first glimpse of blond perfection stepping directly underneath the street lights. Although he didn't know it at the time, it was a glimpse that had not only changed his life, but altered its course forever. Neither did he realize that his long standing best friend, Michael was taking in his reaction... intuitively knowing that everything the group of them held as familiar was slowly evolving into change. An inevitable change that would bring about much joy along with heartache as well.

Had Brian realized all of these things he may have reconsidered his prowl to the boy standing under the street light that almost seemed to be beckoning him. Somehow, he doubted anything could have stopped his approach to this beautiful blond boy. Never had his cock hardened so instantly... so painfully - solely from the first glance of any man/boy that had fallen into his lustful sights.

He would have this boy. He must have him. Brian had a feeling this boy was very inexperienced. He smirked as the boy's gaze fell into his more hungry one. His thoughts clear: that will all change for you tonight. As he drew nearer to the boy he noticed the widening of his eyes... the interest that could not be hidden from the seasoned hunter. Brian moved towards him as a stalking predator; never once taking his eyes away from his delicious prey.

The boy could not look away. Nor would Brian allow it. This little twink was his for the taking... and, he fully intended to take him. How he restrained from lunging at him immediately he would never know. Every lustful instinct inside of him screamed a silent question: Why am I not pounding into your tight little ass right now? My balls slapping against your delicious flesh...

His eyes practically devoured him as he spoke his first words to the boy. "How's it going? Had a busy night?" Brian whispered to him... eyes fastening on the perfection of the boy's mouth. Mmmm... the things he had planned for that mouth.

The boy shrugged almost nervously as he tried to play the game of nonchalance. His innocence only continuing to give him away. "Just checking out the bars. Boy Toy. Meat Hook."

"Meat Hook?" Brian questioned in surprise while knowing the boy was just trying to impress him. "So... you're into leather."

He pursed his lips momentarily before responding with a not so confident sounding, "Sure."

Brian decided to let that one go. He knew the boy was pretending, and he was not in the mood for games. Not those type, anyway. And, most especially... not with him. He had a much more intimate game in mind for the two of them. And, he needed for it to commence NOW. Barely able to keep his eyes off of the boy's luscious lips, and his hands from grabbing at him Brian asked, "Where you headed?"

The boy still tried to maintain his brave and confident front. "No place special," he stated with a shrug.

Brian looked at him not even attempting to disguise the hunger in his eyes before he told him, "I can change that."

He didn't give the boy a chance to have an attack of either common sense or fright before ushering him swiftly to his jeep. He didn't care if he became nervous during the ride or thereafter... he could easily, and with the greatest of pleasure refute each and every objection. He would undoubtedly be having this boy. Brian turned to look at his target and was astounded at himself with the words that rolled out of his mouth. "I'm Brian. You are?" Never did he get so personal as to exchange names with his tricks. Of course, he doubted he would remember his name in the morning. All that would matter to him then would be the relief of his cock, and how good of a fuck the boy had been.

Glancing at the boy he smirked knowingly. He had no doubt the boy would be a good fuck. One to remember... but not to repeat - no matter how good it felt to be inside of him. Brian Kinney did not do repeats... now or ever.

"I'm Justin," he whispered with a small crack in his voice.

Brian realized he had to touch him. He reached over stroking him from knee to his upper thigh; barely restraining the urge of grazing over his cock. A cock... if he was not mistaken had grown in size in his tight designer jeans. And, Brian knew he was not mistaken. He NEVER made mistakes where cock was concerned. Most especially not when it was attached to a slice of perfect blond boy ass – one that he needed to fuck... badly.

He smiled when he felt the twink's thigh muscles jerk under his hand. It could be caused by one of three things: one - nerves at last overtaking him... two - the touch of Brian's hand, or three - scared to death from Brian's driving. He knew he was driving entirely too fast, not even pausing to consider that a speeding ticket would slow him down from reaching his goal. Not to mention the amount of alcohol and drugs he had consumed.

Moving his hand to Justin's inner thigh mere inches from his target he looked at Justin letting him see the open lust in his eyes. He moistened his lips enticingly as he purred in a throaty growl, "I promise I won't bite... well, at least I won't leave any visible markings."

Brian chuckled when he heard the moan that Justin couldn't hold back. He had him. There was not a doubt in Brian's mind... he would fuck this boy all night long.

When they pulled up to his building, Brian quickly stepped out of the jeep before moving around to the other side. He quirked an eyebrow at his prey before whispering, "Well... are you coming up?"

Justin swallowed nervously, his eyes unwavering from the total sexual power that was simply defined as Brian Kinney in his finest hour. He nodded before releasing the latch to open the door. Brian draped an arm around his shoulders, leading him to the elevator that would transport them to their beginning - that unbeknownst to the both of them would never have an end.