A/N: okay, I am probably the worst person in the world, but please forgive me. I know I haven't updated in a very, very, very long time, but I just wasn't inspired and I didn't want to give those who are actually reading this a crappy chapter. I wanted it to be just right. So here it is. I really hope that those who have stuck with it like where I'm going with this.

WARNING: I will warn you that there is mention of non-con sex in this chapter, and the next will have more, but it is very important to the story. If you take offense to this, please don't read any further. I do believe that non-con violence is horrible, and this story does reiterate that feeling.

I think I've got my groove back, so I'll try to update this by the weekend, but I go through a beta who has a life of her own, so as soon as I can, I will post the next chapter.

Special thanks to my great beta inconspicuousbunny. You are freaking awesome girl.

Chapter 4

JASON'S STORY

The Corvette raced down the dark road and Justin stared out the window watching the buildings go by. He could feel his legs falling asleep thanks to his best friend, who was currently sitting on his lap in the very small and uncomfortable car. He knew better than to say anything out loud that might be misconstrued. He loved Daphne but he knew her well enough to keep his mouth shut about how heavy she was or wasn't. Though Justin knew that Daphne was very petite and didn't have any issues with weight, she was just like many women; mention their weight and risk a punch in the groin. So, instead, he sat there feeling the pins and needles in his legs, hoping that they would be at their apartment soon. Justin stared out the window, knowing that if he looked at Brian he would lose that part of himself that was able to resist dangerous man driving, and that was the thing that scared him the most. There was something about Brian that made Justin want to give himself fully to the man, it was a frightening thought. Justin was scared that he was falling in love with this man, this stranger whom he just met, yet made him feel as though he'd known him for an eternity.

His reverie was interrupted by the man himself, his silky voice filling the small enclosed area of the car. "Justin. Justin? Are you hurt in any way?" Justin pulled his gaze away from the window and looked over at Brian. He couldn't quite focus and had to blink a few times to clear his mind. It was as if Brian's voice was still in his head. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Justin managed to answer Brian, a smirk on his face, "no, no, I'm fine. Just a sore ass from where you dropped me on it." Justin saw the look in Brian's eyes when he mentioned his sore ass, and knew what that image was doing to the older man, he was thankful the car interior was dark, and he could hide his sudden blush, yet the smirk on Brian's face told him that he knew Justin was blushing anyway. The lust and want in his eyes were very evident as he stared at Justin. Neither noticed that Brian's eyes weren't on the road, yet the car was maneuvering perfectly through what little traffic there was. It took Daphne's angry voice to break them from whatever spell they seemed to have fallen under, "hey, after you're done eye fucking my roommate, would you mind putting your eyes back on the road. I'd prefer not to die because you two can't stop staring at each other." Brian laughed, he really liked this girl; there was something about her that seemed so familiar. Justin blushed, thankful again for the darkness in the car, and went back to staring out the window.

They pulled up to Justin and Daphne's building and Brian couldn't help but comment on the rundown façade, "wow, this is a dump." He turned to Justin, concern in his eyes, "Justin you can't stay here." Justin saw the worry on the other man's face, so he smiled reassuringly trying to convince Brian that he was fine. "Brian, this is our home. It may not be the best place in Pittsburgh, but it suites my needs, and I decide where I live, not you." With that he opened the passenger door and helped Daphne climb out. He hadn't expected his legs to have turned to jelly. He would have fallen to the ground had it not been for Brian, who apparently moved faster than Justin could see. Before he knew it, Brian had lifted him off his feet and into his arms; one arm was underneath his numb legs, while the other went around his back. The movement had been so fast that Justin's arm automatically went around Brian's neck without him realizing he'd done it.

Justin let out an exasperated sigh as he looked over and saw Daphne's knowing smile. "Brian, please put me down. My legs just were asleep, they're all better now, really. I can walk, you know." Brian didn't move to lower him, instead he smirked and took advantage of their close proximity to capture Justin's lips and steal a kiss. Justin's surprised gasped gave Brian the opportunity he needed to plunder Justin's beautiful mouth with his tongue. Justin moaned into the kiss, bringing a smile to Brian's lips.

It took someone else's voice to break the two men apart, but not before Brian took Justin's lower lip into his mouth and sucked it in for a second. Justin's eyes were still closed when Brian released his mouth, he could hear someone talking in the background but it took him a minute to catch who that person was and what they were saying. "Brian, we need to get inside now. You got Justin away from him once, but if we stay out in the open much longer, it will all be for naught." Justin opened his eyes when he realized the anxious voice belonged to Michael, Brian's friend. Brian looked away from Justin's swollen mouth and looked down at his best friend, "you're right Mikey, grab the girl, it'll be quicker that way."

Justin's reflexes seemed to be on slow motion, and it took him a minute to understand what Brian had been saying, when he heard his friend yell, "hold up….just one freaking minute. You are so not grabbing the girl. Do you hear me? I am not some damsel in distress that needs to…. Hey, put me down … now!

Before Daphne could finish her protest, the men had moved and were practically flying up the stairs towards the apartment. Justin hadn't even registered that he had never told Brian where he lived or his apartment number until they were standing outside his door. Brian placed Justin back on his feet, but did not remove his hand from Justin's lower back. Justin didn't move for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes involuntarily closing as he savored the feel of Brian's hand on his back. It wasn't until he felt Brian's hot breath on his ear that Justin realized he was speaking to him. He opened his eyes and not for the first time tonight, he wondered what exactly was happening to him. "Sunshine, you need the key in order to open the door." Justin's head fell back against Brian's shoulder as he felt his body weaken at Brian's new term of endearment for him. He gasped as he felt Brian's hand work its way into his front pocket, in search of his keys, or at least under the pretense of searching for Justin's keys. No one missed the fact that Brian's hand lingered longer than necessary. Once his fingers wrapped around said keys, as well as another part of Justin's anatomy. Justin could feel his body shaking, and knew if he didn't remove Brian's hand soon, there would be quite a show for his roommate and Brian's friend. His eyes shot open as he felt Brian's hand touching him in a most intimate way, and he quickly pulled himself together enough to step away from Brian and grab the keys that were now in his hands. He could hear Michael snickering behind him, and felt his skin flush pink in embarrassment.

Justin quickly inserted the key into the door and opened it wide, making a sweeping motion for Brian to enter, "please… after you Mr. Kinney." Justin saw a flash of something unfamiliar pass through Brian's eyes, but it was gone before Justin could read it more carefully. Brian stayed standing in the hallway, staring at Justin while a smile formed on his lips. It was as if he was a cat and he'd just eaten the canary, the smile made Justin's skin tingle. Brian looked at Justin and in a most gentlemanly manner inquired, "Mr. Taylor, am I to understand that you are inviting both my friend Michael and I into your home?" Justin looked at both Brian and Michael with a confused expression, and for some odd reason he wanted to take back the invitation, but his middle class upbringing had taught him the importance of good manners and how to treat a guest, so he did what he felt was the right thing, "yes, Mr. Kinney, I am."

Before Justin could blink Brian had not only entered his apartment but had subsequently picked Justin back up into his arms and had taken him to his bedroom. Justin was shocked to find himself on his bed with Brian hovering above him, his shirt gone. Brian's eyes seemed to be looking into Justin's soul, and he couldn't help the involuntary shiver that ran up his body. He was about to protest when Brian took advantage of his open mouth and began to kiss him. Brian's kisses were deep and powerful, as if he wanted to climb inside Justin through his mouth. Justin could feel Brian's hands as they roamed down his body, starting at his nipples. He moaned as Brian's thumb slid across his already hard nipple, and couldn't stop himself from arching his back into Brian's touch. He was so lost in the sensations Brian was giving him that he didn't realize Brian's hand had moved from his chest to his hips, then to the button on his jeans. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice was telling him that things were moving too fast, but his body was beating that voice down. Before Justin knew it, Brian had unbuttoned his jeans and had the zipper down; all the while he was still kissing Justin thoroughly. Brian's lips and tongue where devouring Justin's mouth. Justin could not find the strength to stop him, nor did he want to.

Justin was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and just as he was beginning to see spots in front of his eyes, Brian pulled away and began to pepper kisses along Justin's jaw down to his neck. Justin gasped for oxygen as Brian's mouth explored his neck, while his hand had found its' way into Justin's briefs and had taken a hold of his cock. Brian was speaking to Justin while he nibbled at his neck, "Justin, I want you so badly, and I know you want me. Give yourself to me, Justin. Be mine, and I promise never to let him get to you again, please say yes." Justin's eyes were closed and his breath was coming out in short gasps. Brian stopped his ministrations on his member, awaiting Justin's answer. Justin looked into the most beautiful hazel eyes he'd ever seen and breathed out his answer, "yes." Brian began stroking Justin's cock up and down, with a twist every now and then, and just as he thought the pleasure couldn't get any better, Brian ran his thumb across the tip of Justin's cock. Justin's hips bucked as Brian continued his stroking.

There was a ringing in his ears and Justin thought he heard his heart pounding, only to realize that it was someone pounding on his door. Justin's mind began to clear at the sound of a voice he knew, but couldn't quite place. What was wrong with him, why couldn't he figure out whose voice was yelling through his door? He should know that voice, it was someone he knew, but his mind wouldn't put the puzzle pieces together. It seemed as though his body had taken over and his brain was just along for the ride. Brian had moved down from his neck to Justin's chest, and was currently swiping his tongue across Justin's nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Justin was sure that the combination of both Brian's mouth and hand would cause him to combust. He whimpered as Brian's mouth moved away from his nipple and began a journey down his abs towards his now freed cock. 'When had his pants been removed?' Justin thought. As Brian's mouth hovered over his cock, Justin looked down and saw that Brian was looking up at him, his hazel eyes almost black with passion. Justin watched as Brian took him into his mouth, taking Justin deep down his throat. This move almost made Justin come right there and then, but the pounding began again.

Justin tried his hardest to concentrate on the voice that once again was screaming. As he concentrated on the voice he heard his name, "Justin…..Justin….open the fucking door. Get away from me…..What's he doing to him?" Justin could hear another voice, this one laughing, "what do you think little girl? They're not baking cookies." It was all starting to clear up. The fog in his mind was thinning out, and Justin was beginning to regain some control. That is until Brian hummed while Justin was still down his throat. The vibrations sent Justin into a tailspin, and he came like he'd never come before, screaming Brian's name to whatever greater deity had put this man on earth, "OH…..MY….G…A…..BR…IA….NNNNN." Justin could not stop his body from shaking with pleasure as he heard Brian swallowing. The sounds and sensations were so much that put together Justin's body gave in and he blacked out.

Justin awoke to voices, loud voices, or at least one very loud voice, "what the hell did you do to him? Answer me dammit! I'm calling…." Justin couldn't help but smile at his friend's angry words. She was protective as always, with extra feistiness thrown in. Justin could just see her staring down these two men who towered over her, petite 5'4" body, and not backing down. He groaned as he began to sit up, grateful that his pants where back on as well as his shirt. Daphne was the first to reach him, she took Justin's hand and looked into his eyes, "Justin, are you okay? God, I was so worried." Justin smiled at her, Daphne was the best friend he could ever have, and he'd always be grateful to her for putting up with all his drama, but at the moment he did not want to discuss what transpired between him and Brian; that was better left unsaid.

Justin took a deep breath and squeezed his friend's hand, reassuring her with his eyes that he was fine, unsure if he could use his voice yet. He looked away from Daphne and found the eyes of the man he had given so much of himself to. "Daph, can you give me a little time alone with Brian?" Daphne looked as if she was going to argue, so Justin cut her off, "please, Daph. I promise, if I need you I'll yell." Daphne nodded, but of course couldn't leave without glaring at Brian, "if you hurt him, I'll cut your balls off." Brian couldn't help but smile at this firecracker of a girl. He raised his arm and positioned his fingers in the boyscout salute, "scouts honor." Daphne looked at Brian and scoffed, "as if you've ever been a boy scout." Brian laughed and watched her and Michael leave the room. Michael, though, turned as he reached the threshold, "Brian, tell him…" Brian looked into his friends eyes and nodded.

Justin caught the look between friends, "tell me what…Brian?" Brian moved so quickly that Justin didn't even see the action. He was sitting next to Justin on his bed, his arms wrapped around the younger man's smaller body. He was looking into Justin's gentle eyes, when he realized that what he had to say could change the way Justin looked at him. Brian looked away, only to feel Justin's fingers take a hold of his chin and turn his head to look at him again, "Brian, I know you're not human." Brian's look of surprise made Justin smile, "I'm not stupid Brian. Nor am I blind. You can do things no human is capable of. You move faster than I've ever seen anyone move. Your eyes turned blood red in the club when you kissed me and cut my lip." Justin could see that Brian was scared, "I'm not afraid of you, if that's what you think. There's something about you that makes me feel safe."

Brian stood up and crossed the room, he seemed angry all of a sudden, and Justin wondered what he had said to make him so. "Brian…did I say something wrong?" Brian turned around quickly, his eyes red with hunger, his fangs descending; Justin couldn't help but gasp at the sight. Gone were the beautiful hazel eyes that Justin could drown in, replaced by blood filled orbs. Justin couldn't help but look away. He could hear Brian take in a breath as he turned to walk away. Justin knew at that moment he didn't want him to leave, something inside him was pulling him to the brunette and he needed to know what. He stood up from the bed and walked towards Brian who had stopped at the sound of Justin's voice, "Brian ... please, don't go. I don't know why, but I need you to stay." Justin, let out an exasperated breath as he continued, "I … I need you…. God what's wrong with me? I don't understand it, I know I should be terrified, yet here I am standing in a room with a man … yes a man," Brian had let out a huffed laughter at those words, but Justin continued, "a man, who's made me feel as if I were drowning and gasping for air, since I met him a few short hours ago. Yet, it's a feeling that I want. It's like I don't mind drowning, as long as it's with you." Justin had been slowly approaching the brunette and reached out and placed his hand on Brian's upper arm and turned him back to face him. If he was going to say his next words, he was going to be sure Brian saw the truth in his eyes, "I think …. No … I know that I'm falling in love with you. Which by the way is rather insane of me, since we've only just met. But … dammit Brian, why do I feel like you know how this is possible?" Justin reached up and cupped Brian's cheek with his right hand, stroking it with his thumb. He felt the older man lean into the caress. Tears were running down Justin's cheeks, as Brian leaned over and kissed them tenderly away.

Brian moved away from Justin's touch. This was not how it was supposed to be, he was 'Brian, fucking, Kinney,' he did not have feelings for blond rays of sunshine…. 'wait what the hell,' where did that thought come from? He gave his heart once, and it was destroyed, he won't, no, he can't go through that again. But as he gazed into the most beautiful blue he'd ever seen, Brian new that he was lying himself. As he looked into Justin's eyes all he could see was love, and maybe even some small glimmer of hope, hope that he would open his heart and allow Justin in. Brian vowed to himself that he would not fail this time, he would save him, and maybe in the process he would be saving himself. How could he walk away?

Brian began to move around Justin's room, the further away from him the better. As he walked around the spacious room, he noticed something he hadn't seen before, since he had been a bit preoccupied, that thought made him smile. Now as he looked around he saw them; the images taped to the walls, on the floor, and piled up on a table by the bed. They were drawings, no not just drawings, masterful recreations of himself, of Justin, no not Justin; Jason, and then there were the drawings of him; Ethan. Every detail was so precise, it was as if the image could jump off the paper and come to life. Brian couldn't stop himself from picking up the drawings on the table. He felt his breath stop when he came to the sketches of the night he lost his soul mate.

There were several drawings, each telling a story, a story Brian only knew part of. Each event was drawn inside a panel; the style, Brian realized was that of a comic book, each panel leading the eye to the next panel. He kneeled on the floor, placing each page in the order he believed they went in. He hadn't been there that night, he hadn't been there for Jason, but he'd relived the horrific memories enough times and he was willing to take a guess how the story fitted together. As he arranged the drawings, moving them constantly, thinking that he had to get the order right, so that he knew, so that he would know what his love had endured before he could get to him. He was so focused on the task that he hadn't noticed that Justin had moved to kneel next to him, and as he struggled with one particular drawing, he watched as Justin's hand took the drawing from him and placed it in the correct spot on the floor. Brian sat back and watched as Justin took over his task and arranged the drawings in sequence.

They both stood after Justin had finished and looked down at the story the drawings told. Brian could feel the tears prickling in the back of his eyes as he took in the images. Jason, coming to meet Brian in their private cabin in the woods only to find Ethan there instead; playing the violin. Justin had drawn the expression of horror in Jason's face as he realized too late that he was trapped. He couldn't stop the tears though, as his eyes took in the next image of Jason being thrown onto their bed, the bed in which they had made love countless times. Ethan held him down on the mattress, the drawing was frantic and had many dark shapes, as if even in his subconscious Justin couldn't relive what Jason had gone through. Brian followed the drawings, as if he were reading a book, he could almost see them moving. He watched as Jason ran through the woods, desperately trying to escape his captor.

Brian could not stop the tears from falling as he took in the next image of Jason falling down a ravine, yet getting back up, even after he'd been battered and bruised. It was painful to see these images, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away, as the next scene unfolded. Jason making it through the woods and to Brian's family home, only to be captured again by the monster that had already raped him. The next drawings were hard to read, they seemed to have been mostly blacked out, as if someone took a pencil and just began to scratch lines across the page, but Brian could see enough of it to know what was going on in the drawing. It was his Jason being held down while trying to fight Ethan as his fangs pierced his neck. Brian could feel Justin standing next to him, taking in his own work and trembling from the painful memories.

Without thought, Brian reached out, pulled Justin to him, and wrapped his arms around the trembling young man. He pulled Justin into his chest, holding him as he wept. Brian had felt compelled to turn back to the drawings; he had to know what happened next. He moved his body so that Justin's back was to the sketches, and Brian could see them clearly. The next set of drawings were of Jason being bathed by Ethan, his eyes closed as if asleep, but Brian knew that that was not the case, the loss of blood, coupled with the injuries he'd sustained from the fall, would have rendered Jason unconscious. So how did Justin know what was happening if Jason wasn't awake? Brian knew the answer to that, and he wanted nothing more than to rip Ethan's head off his shoulders. The drawings made of Jason before he awoke, were from Ethan's memories not Jason's.

The last sketches were the hardest to take in; they were the final moments in the life of the man he had loved all of his existence. Jason lay on a bed, naked, surrounded by candles. His were eyes open now, but he was too weak to move. In the corner of the room stood Ethan; his back to Jason, playing the violin. As Brian moved on to the next panel he knew what he would see, in the panel Brian himself had burst through the door, splintering the wood. This sketch was so powerful he could feel himself being drawn back to that night, to the hate that was consuming him as he looked upon his love lying naked, bleeding and broken on the bed.

Ethan still had not turned around, nor had he stopped playing, as Brian's first instinct was to rush to the bed and gather his lover into his arms. Unfortunately, Brian's new powers were no match for his makers, so as he moved to reach Jason, he felt Ethan, more then saw him, pick him up and throw him across the room. The memories were so clear, it was as if he were reliving every moment of that night through Justin's art.

Brian felt Justin pull away from him and walk towards an easel that sat in the corner of his room. There seemed to be a canvas on the easel, but it was covered with a sheet. Brian couldn't help but look back at the drawings, hoping to see a different ending, but knowing how ridiculous that thought was, since it had already happened and he knew the horrific ending. The drawings continued with the fight between Brian and Ethan, which eventually led to the candles being turned over and the floor and everything around it catching on fire. Brian couldn't stop following the scenes that were unfolding in each panel. He saw the drawings of him and Ethan crashing through the window, fighting as they fell to the ground, leaving Jason unable to move on a bed in the middle of an inferno. Brian was gasping as he looked upon the drawing of Jason screaming his name. He knew what Jason was screaming, because he'd heard that scream for over a hundred years. The drawings seemed to end there. Brian fell to his knees and doubled over, his arms wrapped around his stomach, his body shaking, when he heard the voice of his angel say his name, "Brian … Brian, please … look at me."

Brian turned his head towards the voice and watched as Justin lifted the sheet from the canvas. What he saw there would have stopped his heart, had it still been beating. The painting seemed to be from the birds-eye view. Brian was looking down at himself holding a lifeless Jason in his arms, his face looking up at the heavens full of pure agony, anger and hatred, his mouth opened in a scream. It took Brian a moment to realize that the view was coming from above, as if from someone floating above the scene, and he knew that it was his Jason's soul watching him. Brian looked at the artist and saw his eyes full of tears, his breathing was becoming erratic. Brian moved without having to think twice and had Justin in his arms again.

He held the shaking artist and moved him to his bed, where he laid him down and laid down next to him, bringing the blonds' body flush with his. Brian could hear Justin's muffled voice against his chest, so he moved back a bit, in order to understand what he was saying, "Brian….you need to tell me everything. I have a right to know. All my life, I've had these dreams, some beautiful, others horrific. Hell, I couldn't stand candles on my birthday cakes. I would literally go into hysterics when I was a child if someone lit the candles on my cake." Justin looked up at Brian, he could see the understanding in his eyes, and he needed to know why, "please, tell me. . .tell me that these were just bad dreams, and that that creature on the street today didn't actually do those things to me…to him…damn, I don't even know how to word it. Am I the boy in the drawings, and were you the love of my life?" Brian looked down at Justin, "where do you want me to start?" Justin inhaled a shaky breath, "at the beginning."

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