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Chapter One

Brian Kinney stayed silent, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Tense smog smouldered the air, as the team of three rookies watched their boss, surrounded by his muscled guards, nervous about how calm he was. The man in question seemed completely oblivious to this, to the anxious and eager eyes watching him, as he dropped the stick to the ground and put out the flame with a sharp twist of his foot. He then straightened up, fixing the collar of his new black Armani suit, and finally met the gaze of the men across from him. They shifted from foot-to-foot as they waited for the final judgement.

Brian sighed over exaggeratedly. "Gentlemen, you disappoint me…You see, this job, I entrusted you with, is important to the wellbeing of my organisation…and you failed. Do you know how this makes me look? How your failure makes us all look? More importantly, none of you can even contemplate what this could do to us; what damage you could have caused by this, and I'm sorry to say…I can't allow this mistake to go unpunished…"he gave them a strangely sincere smile, "I would say it was nice knowing you but, you know how I feel about lying."

Brian turned to leave and nodded once in conformation to Franklin, one of his closest and most loyal members. The much larger man returned the gesture and, in one swift movement, pulled a black, standard-issue Webly from within his jacket, holding it with exact precision towards the now panicked men. Jack and Damien, two of Franklin's underlings, followed their boss.

Gunshots echoed the warehouse, slicing through the screams and running footsteps before falling into a vacant silence. Brian didn't turn back once, didn't even flinch, as he exited through the large iron doors and approached his blacked out Jeep that he had parked haphazardly in his rush. He roughly jerked the driver's side door open and climbed into the seat, slamming the door behind him. He gripped the driving wheel tightly with both hands and tried to calm his breathing.

Emmett, who was resting against the passenger side window, his head poised on the palm of his hand, arched an eyebrow in amusement. "So, how'd it go?" he asked in a mockingly cheerful voice.

Brian gave him a droll look. "How'd you think – fucking morons messed it up. That'll teach me to trust fucking rookies with negotiations," he cursed loudly and roughly pulled the car out of park and into drive. He took one calming breath, "Let's go to Babylon. I need a strong drink…"

"And a stiff cock?" Emmett supplied.

Brian gave him a dry smile, as if to say 'like you'd expect anything else', but didn't reply, turning the corner towards Liberty Avenue – his haunt, his habitat, his home.

Justin hesitated outside the club, suddenly not entirely certain he actually wanted to take the next step into this strange new world that he was becoming a part of. He had known he was gay since his fourteenth birthday, but he hadn't really had a chance to spread his wings as it were. He'd grown up in a fairly WASP household, protected by country clubs and a controlling father, and had never been able to explore. He wasn't completely naïve to the workings of gay sex – if his history box wasn't currently blank, it would tell a rather dirty story – but he was innocent, hadn't done anything except jerking off in the confinements of his room. Now, at 18, he had decided he could no longer remain so clueless about who he was and had begged Daphne to drive him to Liberty Avenue – in his research, he had discovered the place to be the 'gay capital of Pittsburgh' and had wanted to see it for himself. The girl had reluctantly agreed, knowing how important this was to her best friend, and had even offered to cover for him given the unlikely event that one of his parents would call to check-up on him.

Now Justin was there and he was…overwhelmed. He'd never seen anything like it. All the men and women, so proud and out, seemingly without a care in the world as they pressed each other against walls and car doors. There was a strong smell in the air, something that he couldn't place, and it seemed to surround him. He moved unsteadily through the crowds of people, his eyes darting wildly to the new sights. He tugged at the sleeves of his plaid shirt, feeling self-conscious about the intense gazes that followed his every step as he wondered just exactly where he was going. He thought about asking someone but, after one too many cat calls from strangers, he decided against it. Instead, he kept walking, pausing only when he reached a building, something that looked fairly old, that was surrounded by a crowd of party-goers, all lining up as they waited to be allowed entry. He could hear the loud, heavy thumping of dance music from within and a neon sign flashed the word 'Babylon' into the darkness. Justin stood off to the side, watching the scene with awkward interest.

His attention was caught by a vehicle, a huge Jeep, turning the corner rather dangerously, tires skidding across the tarmac of the alleyway. He watched as the car parked askew and the doors opened. A flamboyant man in orange leather climbed out for the passenger's side. He wore a flowery, transparent shirt and purple tinted glasses, standing out against the black night backdrop. Out of the driver's side, Justin saw the human personification of a God. He was gorgeous, like a real life Adonis. His bronze skin was wrapped in black that clung to the contorts of his body. He moved with precision and grace; every part of him oozedwith confidence and sexual proweliness.

His heart pounding in his chest, his cheeks flushed, Justin swallowed.

Brian caught sight of the twink almost as soon as he had exited the Jeep. It was hard not to when every one of his senses told him, he was being watched. Instantly, he could sense the innocence and purity of the blond – in his world, they always stood out – and his body reacted to it. It had been ages since he had last had fucked someone who was unadorned to the world. The temptation unquestionable and who was he to deny? He smirked, thoughts lost in what was to come.

Emmett caught the look on his friend's face and knew what had happened instantly. Brian Kinney had found his prey for the evening. "Found that cock I mentioned?"

Brian hummed in agreement, rolling his lips thoughtfully. "Hmm, I think I feel like twink this evening." He shot him a cocky grin before he began to stalk towards the other end of the alleyway.

Emmett's eyes followed ahead and caught sight of the frozen, almost dazed, looking blond whose eyes currently fixated on the approaching figure. He smiled slightly, shaking his head and made to move into the club. He was fairly certain that both Ted and Michael would be somewhere in the dance club, and besides why should Brian have all the fun? 'Good luck baby, you're going to need it if Big Bad Brian Kinney wants you…'

Justin was frozen to the spot. He couldn't have moved, even if he wanted to. The mysterious man was getting closer. He had notice him staring and was now coming over to him. He had no idea why – 'probably to tell me to stop fucking staring' – but he found that he didn't care. All he could think about was this man, his chiselled features becoming clearer and more prominent the closer he got to the lamppost light. His blue eyes eagerly scanned his high cheek bones, his smouldering gaze and his full cupid's bow; his cock twitched in interest. He straightened out his back slightly, an almost automatic movement to make himself appear taller, older. His breath shifted and deepened – he had to bit his bottom lip to try and hide the change – as the firm, leather clad body hovered just in front of his own. The strong smells of smoke and worn leather overrun his senses, leaving him unable to think for a moment. The brunet smirked knowingly down at him. Justin gazed up at him and nervously licked his lips.

Why did he suddenly feel like a lion's prey?

"How's it going, had a busy night?" he asked, his voice husky and thick. A shiver of pleasure ran down Justin's spine and he swallowed deeply. It took him a few seconds to gather enough of his wits to think of an answer.

"You know, just checking out the clubs…" Justin offered with as much confidence as he could muster, "...and c-cruising the hot guys, you know, the usual."

His lips twitched slightly in mirth. "Hmm, really, any luck so far?"

His eyes, sparkling, trailed down the long body appreciatively and back up again to meet his dark gaze. Justin ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. "Hmm, maybe."

Brian smirked, tilting his head forward. He couldn't help feeling that strange sense of pleasure when he pressed his hips teasingly forward and the blonde's breath caught. "So where you off to?"

"No place special," he shrugged, trying his hardest to appear nonchalant.

His voice dropped into a whisper, full of promise of absolute pleasure. "I can change that."

There was silence between them for a moment, their eyes locked. Brian pulled back slightly and took a step back, his eyes never moving. He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers invitingly, beckoning him forward. Suddenly nervous, Justin rolled his tongue inside his mouth, his mind racing as he internally debated what he should do next. He hesitated for a second before placing his shaking hand in the strong, warm grasp, taking strength from the touch. Brian tugged him forward slightly, persuading his first step, before leading him towards the Jeep. Vaguely, he wondered just exactly what he was getting himself into, and whether he was ready for it.