STORY TITLE: It Will Take You

CHAPTER TITLE: Going over my head.

WORD COUNT: 3,179

DISCLAIMER: I do not own QUEER AS FOLK, none of the characters of the places and events that have happened previously and sometimes within in my story. The QUEER AS FOLK people created them and I take no claim to them. However, my plot and these chapters and words are all mine.

RATING: M (MATURE CONTENT = including a relationship between many gay sweaty men, mostly BRIAN AND JUSTIN—SO BEWARE )

CHAPTER ONE:

The voice rips through the quiet of the room, once again setting the blonde's jaw on edge. Most of the night had been ruined by his sudden break up with his boyfriend. He massages his aching temples, nursing the glass of scotch so as to get rid of the terrible hollow feeling welling in his chest. Some small part inside of him is yearning to just open the goddamn door and give Ethan another chance, but only for the reason that the blonde doesn't want to be alone. After being kicked out of his house by his homophobic parents he had been alone and wandering around Pittsburgh, living with his friend Daphne until he could get back on his feet.

Justin met Ethan one night at a bar, when the blonde had been drowning himself in strong liquor, the dark brunette had used sleek words to reel him in. Sentences that entranced him in his inebriated state and made him feel slightly better for a moment. That feeling was something Justin couldn't bear to give up. Ever since his parents had dropped him without any remorse, the blonde had been searching for someone that would love him. Daphne wasn't enough, she was just a friend and that love would only go so far in Justin's eyes. Therefore, this new stranger was suddenly the guiding light in those beautiful blue eyes, which took in every word of Ethan's as if he were to be revered as anything more than a mortal man.

Except the good days of their relationship quickly turned sour, slight moments of tension turned into long arguments and even worse periods of frosty silence between the two. And eventually Justin couldn't take anymore of the roller coaster ride. As much as he enjoyed having someone to be there for him in the romantic sense, it just wasn't worth the drama. The blonde had finally realized he was never in love with Ethan, merely the idea he presented at the moment of Justin's weakness. Not to mention the blonde had gotten himself together during the brief relationship with Ethan. He succeeded in finding a job working at the Liberty Diner, a gay diner that served breakfast, lunch, and dinner to the many flamboyant patrons. As well as getting himself his own place. Sure the apartment wasn't exactly, expensive, to tell the truth, it is downright shitty, but the satisfaction in paying for it himself has never made Justin regret it.

Now, however, sitting in his apartment alone is almost depressing on a Friday night usually spent doing something more interesting with his now EX-boyfriend. Justin glances towards the door again, picking up the faint whispers of whimpering coming from under the bruised and scuffed wooden door. Sighing exasperatedly, he picks his slumped form up off the couch, disgusted with his behavior of the past two hours. He knows all too well, that soon the whimpers will turn into shouts, and eventually the door will become even more abused under the anger Ethan wishes to express on Justin's form.

Stumbling slightly, he draws on his coat, throws his keys into his pocket, along with his wallet, and heads to the window. Justin glances once more at the locked front door, before pushing up the rusty window, struggling for a moment to get out, before landing safely on the fire escape. The slightly weathered metal creaks under him for a second, but it holds, causing Justin to release a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

Quite clumsily, he scrambles down the faded red fire escape and lands with a little thump on the ground. His blue eyes take in the surroundings, secretly afraid that Ethan had heard him and would come to find him in his attempts to apologize or something along those lines. However, Justin had been trying to tell him there was nothing he could do about their breakup, he couldn't apologize himself into forgiveness, because honestly, he hadn't done anything. Okay, well that isn't true, but Justin chooses to push the bad moments out of his mind, still feeling the ache of the dark bruise around his eye. In his rage Ethan had punched the boy, before being thrown out in the confusion and having the door locked behind him. The brunette had been sitting out there for the whole day before Justin decided it was time to escape for a little while. Incidents such as this one had happened before. Ethan would get angry over something Justin had done or said, and then he would over react and end up causing the blonde harm. It seemed a common occurrence, something that was just written into Justin's day as he tried to regain his past freedom. However, enough had been enough. Justin had drawn the line after getting his wrist broken when Ethan purposefully slammed a door on it in his rage at seeing the blonde at a famous night club called Babylon. It had taken a month to heal the break, and Justin waited patiently, wanting to be at full strength when he threw the bastard out. Sadly, when Ethan slammed his right hand, his drawing hand, it messed up a few of the nerves, causing his hand to twitch and spasm every time he tried to draw. The realization depressed him as he worked through the spasms by massaging the soft flesh, willing the shaking to go away so he can get back to the one thing that truly makes him happy. Justin looks down at his wrist, smiling wryly, thanking god yet again for giving him back most of the control over his right hand, however, the damage was too much and causes him still to have moments where his hand is overworked and spasms.

Justin expected the punch that Ethan landed on him when he declared he wanted nothing more to do with him. It seemed almost poetic in the way Justin ended their relationship, ended it with something that had ruined it in the first place.

Justin jumps at the sound of violin music, but quickly calms when he realizes that the serenading notes are floating out an open car window blasting classical music. He gives the driver a weird look as he passes, wondering to himself what kind of person lets classical music deafen them, wasn't the point of it to soothe the listener?

Ever since he had started going out with Ethan violin music has become his enemy, it being Ethan's favorite hobby. The man earned his living by playing on street corners and collecting the money of generous passerby's. Soon he couldn't stand to listen to it anymore, literally almost at the point of tearing out his own hair at the thought of hearing another screeching note of Bach.

He shudders and continues walking, hugging himself in his desire to keep warm in the incredibly decreasing temperature of the night. Darkness has fallen hours ago, and eerie street lamps cast dull circles of light on the ground, not aiding anyone in seeing. Thankfully, Justin could walk to the Liberty Dinner with his eyes closed, so he finds his way without any problem. The lights are bright and incredibly too appealing at the moment, Justin can't stay. Debbie doesn't seem to be here, and since Justin is off shift there is nothing stopping Ethan from just sauntering in and dragging him out. None of the tweaked out twinkies would even notice his near kidnap, leaving him to fend for himself against Ethan. This obviously wouldn't end well based on past experiences.

Justin stands outside for a moment, shuffling from foot to foot before suddenly hearing the faint sound of loud techno music floating through the quiet night air. A smile finally lights his young face at the thought of heading over to Babylon and letting his troubles fall off his shoulders for an hour or two. He nearly prances the block to Babylon, excitedly pulling out his membership card bought with a fake ID. Sure, Justin has to work a little harder to make the payments that are due every month, but having only one cereal to choose from and making food last for days doesn't bother him anymore.

The line isn't long, because people are streaming into the club for once, the bouncer letting them in as much as they please instead of siphoning out the incredibly ugly. He flashes the bouncer a cheery smile, getting a slight smirk in reply, "and why might you be alone Mr…Smith?"

"You know, have to get away from the boyfriend sometimes, he gets a little crazy." Justin jokes lightly, inwardly wincing at the truth to his words. However, the bouncer just chuckles lightly, and lets him through after passing his card back. The music hits him fast and hard, deafening in the crowded place, but the doesn't bother Justin, he welcomes the fact he can't hear himself think, all is well now. Justin drops his jacket off at the coat check, and turns to stare at the mass amounts of male bodies pressed tightly together in the center of the room.

Not like he needs more, but the feeling of wanting something to hold in his hand for a moment rushes through him. So, he moves to the bar, and quickly orders a colorful drink someone else yells out. Justin grabs it and downs the liquid, feeling the burn in the back of his throat but ignoring the sensation to pass over some money to the bartender. With the drink taken care of, and some liquid courage, Justin turns to stare at the moving mass of human bodies. Music pulses in the background, but Justin barely pays attention to the song. His heart already reaching out with the need to join the fray. The pale boy rushes forward, tossing his shirt off in the process and losing himself in the mess of people that break at his intrusion, but fall back into place as if no one had walked through them. Justin turns his face towards the ceiling and shuts his eyes, feeling the beat pulse up through his feet and make his whole boy vibrate. Occasionally a body brushes him, but at the moment he is dancing alone, finally feeling alive for once in his life. All thoughts of Ethan are thrown away, completely wiped from his mind, as if the music had taken acid to his brain and scoured him from memory. His hands and feet work of their own accord, moving themselves in a sensual dance that suddenly starts attracting him attention. Hands come to rest on his hips, moving them in a more purposeful manner. Uncaring that he can't see the man holding him from behind, he allows more bodies to press against him. A warm chest places pressure against his own, causing a small noise of approval escape his throat. Breath ghosts over the flesh of his throat, his heart pounding excitedly as the first sloppy kiss descends on his neck. The touch becomes slightly more insistent, coaxing Justin's head to fall back into the cleft of the neck of the body behind him. A ragged moan rushes out of the blonde's lips, but is swallowed in the rage of the nightclub. All personal moments are lost in the flow of bustling Babylon, taking away the horrible memories for one night, and opening the night up to chance.

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The brunette brushes the annoying man off another time. Angry that almost his whole night has been ruined by Michael's insistence that they dance together. Brian growls lowly, thankful for once that the loud club music swallows his line of angry speech directed at Michael. "Motherfucker." Brian turns on the man trailing after him, doe eyed from one too many pretty drinks passed to him, and swaying slightly from the sudden stop. "Mikey go home!" Brian yells at him, over the music so the man might hear him. Michael looks briefly confused, mostly for the fact that in his mind he was dragged out here to be with Brian. The man believed he had been convinced to lie to Ben and come here with Brian to dance and have a great night, but in all reality Brian had just suggested it and Michael had nearly fallen over himself to go with him. "Go home to Ben!" Brian nearly pleads, realizing his night might be completely ruined if he can't get Michael away from him.

"But…Brian…we need to dance!" Mikey persists, making the brunette grind his teeth in agitation. He pushes the man away and quickly turns on his heel, leaving a fumbling Michael trying to stay upright.

The sexy brunette makes his way up the stairs to the landing so he can stake out his next 'prey'. It had become a routine to find someone in the crowd to satisfy his attentions for at least a little bit. Being good at this had always been a special talent of Brian Kinney's, who took the art of seduction as an achievement worthy of a fucking Nobel Prize.

His honey hazel eyes darken with lust as he scans the crowd, his gaze lands for a few seconds here and there, but only to confirm that he had already tasted that delectable fruit from the Queer tree. If there was one rule in Brian's life that he actually stuck to it had to be, no double dipping. Never before had he laid the same person, because usually it ended with the other party following him around like a sick puppy.

However, he feels his gaze draw to the flash of pale skin that makes itself known in the middle of the pulsing mass of people. Brian's tongue flicks out to wet rosy red lips, perfect for kissing. He narrows his gaze, assessing the subject flaunting himself shamelessly between two sweaty men. The brunette feels his dick twitch as he watches glitter wash down over the crowd and stick in the blonde's hair and to his sweaty chest. The multicolored pieces of confetti sparkle from the strobe lights and practically make him glow as he twists and thrusts to the music. Brian pulls himself in check, rubbing a hand over his face he visibly calms. The brunette shakes the bangs out of his face and calmly strolls down the stairs. Men run past him, others try to gather his attention by pinching his ass or coo pet names at him, "hey hot stuff," and "I know where your dick should be…in me." He nearly laughs at their pitiful attempts at distracting him. However, nothing would be pulling him away from the delicious blonde gyrating in the middle of the mob.

Brian prowls up behind the boy, noticing the almost boyish qualities to his face and delicate smile placed across those plump pink lips just begging to be penetrated. He quickly clears the crowd away from the man, possessively taking the place behind the boy and daring anyone with his eyes to try to stake their claim. No one challenges him, such is the way of Babylon, and they simply turn around and continue dancing with a new partner.

He nearly purrs at the way the blonde in his hands lets his head fall back to rest on Brian's clavicle. They sway to the random techno hype currently streaming out of the deafening speakers, and Brian takes secret pleasure in the moment. Letting his hands run over the lithe form pressed tightly against his own. He replaces the feeling of sloppy drunken kisses on the blonde's pale skin with controlled nips, setting the blonde on fire from the outside, in.

Brian hastily turns the blonde's chin towards him, slanting his own mouth over the delicious plump lips simply waiting for his own. He keeps his eyes open a second longer than the boy who simply lets his eyes shutter closed at the touch. The older man lets his gaze rake over the incredibly appearance of his new prey, delighted in the physical beauty of the blonde specimen. However, he halts without even thinking, at the black eye clearly ringing one of the boy's beautiful blue orbs.

His dancing partner slowly opens his eyes, lust darkening the blue to a deep ocean color, but the fact doesn't distract Brian from the glaring fact staring him right in the face. "Where'd you get the shiner sonny boy?" Brian asks before he can stop himself. Usually he wouldn't mind a few bruises, they were common in a rambunctious nightclub such as Babylon. Except, Brian had seen the youth and confusing clouding those beautiful eyes, the blonde is only a kid, and he can tell.

Said boy, withdraws sharply at the question, shaking himself out of Brian's grip. Fear and shame cross the flushed face in front of him, making the brunette grind his teeth in anger. Whoever had hurt him should run away now before I…Brian doesn't finish the thought, mentally slapping himself for the almost…caring words running through his mind. The kid in front of him would be his tonight, and a black eye wouldn't stop him from claiming the beautiful boy.

He reaches towards the blonde suddenly trying to flee the scene, and latches onto the shivering shoulder. Brian's fingers connect with slick flesh, and the blonde shoots him an apologetic look before squirming out of the grip and pushing himself through the crowd and out of sight. Brian curses loudly, but no one has even noticed the exchange. Quite unlike himself, he storms through the mass of flailing limbs, after the blonde in pursuit. However, it only takes a few seconds for Brian to come to terms with the fact that he had lost the delicious morsel.

"God damn it." He curses, leaning against the bar in agitation. A hand lands on his shoulder, overly hard, making the brunette wince as he turns towards the man. "Of fucking course," Brian growls, turning face to face with an even drunker Mikey.

"Now who the hell was that and what did you say to get him fleeing so fast?" Michael jokes meanly, patting Brian on the back a few more times before stumbling to lean on the bar and almost failing.

"None of your fucking business for christ's sake." He hisses in annoyance, watching as his 'best' friend throws back another shot before replying.

"He obviously wasn't good enough for you, anyone could see that you're a god, no one should say no." Michael rambles meaninglessly, much to Brian's grievance. Michael's crush on him had been getting worse and worse in the past few years, wearing thin at Brian's patience for the man to commit fully to Ben, who had been waiting or exactly the same thing. Needless to say Brian had been slowly pushing Michael away in hopes of getting the man to realize he really wasn't interested.

"Go home Mikey," Brian grumbles standing up fully and exiting the club, much to Mikey's dismay. The brunette gets in his Corvette and drives home, irked by his near taste of what seemed was perfection.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of this.

I kind of like where i'm going with this...sort of.

I dunno xD

sorta just fun for me right now.

Hope you liked!

-Alex