That boy is gone
Sometimes I miss the way he wept at night
To be still and not run
To be rocked to sleep in your light
These days there is not much that will bring tears to my eyes
But when I remember who I am and who you are
When I remember
A cloud moves in, rain falls, thunder strikes, and sunshine breaks through the
clouds
"I Remember When" By Blindside
Joffith watched the brutal attack with heinous craved eyes. Foul spittle drooled down his chin in ravenous anticipation.
"Mine..." his evil thoughts spilled out around him.
"Cocky little fiend aren't you?" Elliot voiced from behind him.
Joffith turned around quickly and backed up, raising his bony arm over his eyes to shield himself from the eternal light emanating from the Angel's agent.
"Go away! You've no power over me here, this is my Lords domain!" Joffith protested.
"And yet here I stand. Ah, the irony." Elliot smiled at the demon minion.
"State your purpose then leave!" Joffith ordered in a panicked voice.
Elliot looked over at the violence being perpetrated behind Joffith and frowned. Humans...such potential, he mused. Unfortunately for both good and evil. The vile act being committed before him was an example of the latter.
"Did you influence this?" Elliot asked.
Joffith grew more anxious. His kind never fared well against an Angel's agent.
"I've nothing to do with this. The human acts on his own free will!" Joffith insisted.
"If you had a hand in this, you know you forfeit his soul." Elliot reminded Joffith.
"I know the rules! I no need to coerce humans into acts of violence." Joffith said grinning wickedly.
"They have become quite adept at it." Joffith added.
Elliot couldn't argue with him.
"Well then, it looks like soon, you'll have your bounty." Elliot said contemptuously. The perpetrator was going in for the kill; only he didn't see the knife his victim held in her hand.
"Yesss..." Joffith hissed confidently.
Elliot bristled at Joffith's jubilance.
"Soon." Elliot repeated flippantly.
"But not today." He added smugly.
Just as the victim pulled her knife, and was ready to plunge it into her attackers' heart, Elliot flooded her with compassion. She brought the knife up from his heart, to his throat and held it against his skin tightly, drawing a thin line of blood from him.
She then screamed. The screamed alerted some nearby pedestrians and her attacker was apprehended.
Elliot was pleased with himself for spoiling the demon minions' intentions, but it was a bitter sweet victory. Actions like the one he just taken was precisely why he hadn't earned his wings yet. He never could just let things be. He shouldn't even be here, but following rules was never a strong point of his. Though his intentions were always good, that saying about the road to Hell being paved with good intentions was unfortunately a prophecy being fulfilled in his case. Still... He couldn't just stand by and let Joffith take another soul.
"That's not fair! He wasmine!" Joffith griped throwing Elliot an accusing glare.
Elliot shrugged.
"Oh well, you win some, you lose some," he said dismissively.
"Now he has a chance to redeem himself." Elliot said as he watched the human being dragged away by an officer of the Law.
Joffith laughed evilly.
"Stupid fool. Your optimism is naïve. The sow will be mine." Joffith declared.
"Perhaps, but like I said, not today." Elliot returned.
"Why are you here?" Joffith screeched impatiently. He had a quota to keep, and he was already behind without having the Angel's agent stealing from him.
"I'm here to tell you to back off from my Lord's ward." Elliot said getting down to business.
"Why should I? Your Lord knew his ward was fair game once he put him back on earth in human form. Besides you are too late. He has pledged his soul to me." Joffith said.
"Under false pretenses." Elliot said.
"I did not lie to him. I told him the truth." Joffith defended.
"You also told him to kill the child, insinuating that if he did, the curse would be broken and his brother's soul would be saved. That's called coercion Joffith, and you know very well that's makes any bargain you made with him null and void. His soul is still up for grabs, and the Angel Gabriel has a great fondness for this one." Elliot stated."Yeah well so does my Lord! He wants his soul. No matter if I coerced him or not, if he commits the sin, his soul is ours and there is nothing you can do about it! Besides, you have no power over me. You cannot stop me from contacting him again." Joffith said with more bravado than he was actually feeling.
Elliot sidled up to him, shielding himself against the foulness radiating off the evil creature, as he got closer. Joffith backed away instinctively.
"Do not underestimate me Joffith. If you go near him again, I swear on all that is Holy that I will make it my mission, no make that my passion, to thwart every attempt you ever make again at claiming another soul. You will no longer be useful to the underworld if you cannot supply them with fallen souls. You'll be cast out of Hell and sent back to earth for eternity, never being granted back into Hell, or into Heaven. Your existence will be a never ending cycle of human suffrage." Elliot threatened ominously.
Joffith recoiled at Elliot's words. He knew he wasn't bluffing. Elliot's reputation preceded him. He did not make idle threats. He meant every word he said.
"You may be able to stop me, but you can't stop him! The destiny of his soul is in his hands!" Joffith jeered triumphantly.
Elliot nodded in agreement. He couldn't stop the soul from choosing its path, but he had faith that left alone, the soul would choose wisely.
"And you'll do well to remember that. It ishischoice. Try to interfere again, and I'll make good on my vow." Elliot warned then turned to leave, bringing an end to the conversation.
"You will lose this one Elliot!" Joffith called out to Elliot's retreating form.
Elliot kept going, not looking back
"That soul already has one strike against it; else it would be in Heaven, and not on earth trying to redeem itself. Your Angel's attempt to save it is futile. He's already got one foot in Hell. He will be mine when all is said and done!" Joffith declared maliciously.
A moment of doubt entered Elliot's soul as he ascended to his heavenly realm. 'Perhaps the demons spawn is right.' He thought upon hearing Joffiths dire prediction, and then quickly chastised himself.
The soul could not fail. He not only had a powerful Angel looking out for him from up above, he had two of the most compassionate, loving souls Elliot had ever encountered looking out for him on earth.Left alone he was sure the soul would make the right decision. He just had to make sure Joffith stayed away from him. Though he meant what he said, Joffith considered the 'prize' in question too valuable not to take the risk. He knew Joffith would find a way to interfere again, perhaps not directly, but by employing the help of another of his kind.
With those troubling thoughts in mind, Elliot turned his attention back to earth. For now, all he could do is watch closely, and stand by should his services be needed again. Wings be damned, he was not about to let Joffith win this one. He had a personal stake in it. He would do whatever necessary, sanctioned or not, to prevent that demon spawn from claiming the soul of Alexander O'Hara.
PART 2
"Guuurrrrrrrhhhh..."
Brian pushed deeper into Justin educing yet another deep guttural groan from him.
"Mine..." He breathed heavily as he glided his palm down Justin's sweat covered spine. He grasped a fist full of blond locks tightly with his other hand and lowered his forehead to rest in-between Justin's shoulder blades.
Lifting his hips back, he pulled out slowly, and then just as slowly pushed forward again.
Justin let out a little cry followed by a deep intake of breath.
"Yesss..." He grounded out through gritted teeth communicating the exquisite feeling of pain and pleasure Brian was infusing him with.
Brian turned his head and bit down on Justin's shoulder sharply. He then released the abused flesh and licked the mark he had left.
Justin was a mound of quivering flesh. He and Brian had been at it for hours now. It had to be close to noon though he had no idea what time it was in the small room in the cabin. The windows were closed, the shades pulled down tight. It was stifling hot in the small space yet neither cared.
Justin was amazed at Brian's stamina. Just last night he could barely walk he was so drunk, yet here they were, several hours later fucking for the fourth time since they got to the cabin with a fervor that quite frankly astonished Justin. Not that he was complaining. He loved these long fuck sessions. They were always 'cleansing' and cathartic for them.
No matter what shit was going on in their lives; a fuck session like this cleared their heads, so to speak, liberating them from the stress of what ever problem was plaguing them at the time.
"Ooooohh..." Justin moaned deeply as all thoughts flew from his head at the feel of Brian's hand reaching around to grab his cock.
"You know what I like best about fucking you?" Brian growled the question huskily into Justin's ear.
Justin answered by expelling a soft mewling sound as he pushed his face into the mattress.
Brian laughed and continued to fuck him, and stroke his cock in perfect rhythm.
"That..." He answered for him.
Justin wanted to ask him what 'that' was, but he really could give a fuck right now. He just wanted Brian to keep on fucking and stroking him. But he knew he wasn't going to be able to just leisurely lay there and greedily accept the pleasure Brian was giving him, oh no, Brian was going to torture him first.
He mentally groaned at the knowledge, though he wasn't sure if it was a groan of 'yes...make me work for it...'or '...Oh God no...I can't stand anymore...'Not that it mattered, he didn't have a choice. He felt it in Brian's body, in his movements, and in his words. Brian was going to make him work for this one. Well, not unless he took control of the situation...
Justin turned his head to the side and pushed back against Brian, taking more of him in.
Brian had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from coming.
"Oh no you don't Sunshine, not yet.." Brian rasped out almost painfully.
Justin was insistent though and pushed back harder, reaching around with his arm and grabbing Brian's hip preventing him from pulling out.
"Fuck!" Brian cursed as his body almost betrayed him.
Justin took advantage of Brian's near orgasmic state and squeezed down on his cock.
"Arrraagggggggghhhhh." Brian screamed out his frustration.
His blond wasn't playing fair. He wanted to hold out, to bring his lover to the brink, then take him back again; sending him on a torturous, yet exotic journey, but Justin was turning the tables on him, knowing his ploy.
Brian used every ounce of energy he had left not to cum, which wasn't easy. He had to resort to thinking about pussy to get his balls to loosen up; they were about to burst. His dick however couldn't give a fuck what thoughts Brian had in his head; it had its own thoughts that were keeping it rock hard and pulsating.
He grabbed a hold of Justin's hips and held him firmly still. He was about to turn the tables back around on his boy.
"Brian!" Justin protested. He wanted, no needed Brian to keep fucking him.
Brian took a deep breath then pushed Justin forward and pulled out of him in one swift movement.
Justin flopped down on the mattress with a startled cry. He flipped over on his back and glared up at Brian.
Brian chuckled at the look on his tigers face. He was ready to do battle. Good, he thought.
"What the fuck!" Justin asked angrily lifting himself up on his elbows.
Brian grabbed Justin's wrist and pulled him up to him.
"I want you to cum." He said throatily lowering his mouth to brush against his blonde's trembling lips.
Justin's body twitched in response to Brian's words. He pulled his head back and looked at Brian with confused eyes.
"I would have if you didn't pull out," he said.
"Yes, I know, but it wouldn't have been inside of me." Brian clarified.
Justin sucked his breath in, stunned at the admission.
He wasn't surprised Brian wanted to be topped; Justin had topped Brian plenty of times over the years. He just didn't anticipate his lovers' need at this moment. Brian was so into the groove, the sudden switch came as a surprised. A very pleasant one at that.
Justin was a bottom at heart. He lived for the feeling of Brian inside him, filling him, dominating their lovemaking, and fuck sessions, but there was a part of him that also reveled in taking the lead on occasion.
And he was not about to pass up this, or any occasion involving his dick in Brian's ass. Topping Brian was always a special treat and no matter how many times he has topped Brian in the past, he always felt a twinge of nervousness in his stomach when Brian requested it.
Topping Brian was like climbing Mount Everest. It took a lot of arrogance and balls to think you can master doing it as magnificently as the Master himself, but once you took the challenge on, the end results was nothing short of glorious.
Justin's eyes grew dark with passion as anticipation of his climb mounted. He leaned forward pushing Brian onto his back and loomed over him.
"Turn over," he ordered seductively.
Brian reached up and pulled Justin down for a kiss, ravishing his mouth with an urgency that inflamed Justin. The kiss lasted until both had to break away to catch their breath.
Brian pulled back and looked up into Justin's eyes.
"I want to feel you inside of me," he breathed fervently.
Justin's pulse quickened and his heart soared. Gently, he guided Brian over.
Brian closed his eyes and let Justin take control.
A deep sigh escaped him as he felt Justin position himself between his legs from behind.
Justin gazed lovingly at Brian's body, humbled by the beauty of it. He leaned over and flicked his tongue at the base of Brian's neck, tasting the sweet saltiness of his skin. He then ran the tip of his tongue all the way down over his spine, in-between his cheeks then finally resting on his opening. Justin grabbed Brian's cheeks and spread them, giving him better access. With loving, wet caresses, Justin readied his lover for him.
Brian sucked his breath in as Justin worked his tongue in and around him, making his blood rush to his head, and giving him an impossible hard on.
He had to bite his pillow to keep from crying out as Justin performed his magic.
Justin felt Brian's body tense up, signaling he was ready for him. Justin always read Brian's body perfectly.
He reached over and grabbed the lube from the bedside stand and proceeded to spread the cool lotion over Brian before inserted one finger.
Brian threw his head back and let out a small gasp.
Justin leaned over and traced the lobe of Brian's ear with his tongue, then blew on it.
"You have no fucking idea how hot you are," he whispered huskily.
Brian let out a small choked sound and squeezed down on Justin's finger.
Encouraged by his response, Justin slipped another finger in, then a third. Brian was panting at this point; his body was ready for Justin.
"Now." Brian commanded, impatient to have his boy inside of him.
Justin raised himself up and positioned his cock at Brian's entrance.
He entered Brian slowly. Stretching him inch-by-inch, giving him time to adjust.
Brian hissed at the sweet intrusion and pushed back. Justin reached around for his hand and entwined their fingers. Their matching cowry bracelets scrape against each other's.
"Yes, that's it. More..." Brian demanded pushing back against him.
Justin pushed forward and began to move slowly in and out of Brian, creating a rhythm that was leisurely and painfully measured. Each stroke left Brian panting, and wanting more. Though he would never voice it. He didn't have to, his body spoke it to Justin; it was how they best communicated after all.
Brian let Justin lead him in the dance. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity.
Justin reached around and wrapped his fingers around Brian's cock. He started stroking him in tempo with his thrusts.
Brian moaned deeply. He brought his hand back placed in on Justin's hip, anchoring himself as his boy drove into him faster, and deeper.
A sweat broke out on Justin's forehead. He wasn't going to hold out. He closed his eyes and laid his cheek against Brian's back.
'Fuck! Don't cum ...don't cum ...don't cum ...'His mind chanted over and over.
Brian was getting close, Justin could feel it. He didn't want to cum before Brian but oh God, he was so hot!
"Brian..." He croaked out his need.
Brian felt Justin's cock throb inside of him, he knew he wouldn't hold out much longer.
"Justin...wait...don't cum yet," he ordered.
He stilled his movements, giving Justin time to collect himself, but Justin was having none of it.
"Fuck that!" He growled out and thrust wildly into Brian. He was blinded by his carnal hunger.
Brian's body responded to the raging desires of his partner. All he could do was hold on, and let his lover take him over the edge.
Justin's strokes were less calculated now, and wilder. Brian smiled to himself.
"Yes, that's it, faster, harder!" Brian urged him on, loving his boys' loss of control. He knew it pissed Justin off, which only inflamed his passion more.
Justin started fucking Brian with reckless abandonment, his body seeking release.
Brian squeezed down on him.
"That's it, cum for me Sunshine..." Brian ordered, wanting to feel Justin's cock pulse and explode inside of him.
Justin lost it. His orgasm ripped through him so fiercely it burned.
"Fuck... Brian!" He cried out as his body tensed and convulsed.
"Arragggggggghhhhhh!"
The feel of Justin's cock throbbing inside of Brian was enough to rip his own orgasm from him. He pushed back abruptly, almost dislodging Justin from him and screamed out his climax.
Their bodies jerked and convulsed in orgasmic bliss for a long time before they both collapsed back onto the bed, each gasping for breath, their hearts racing.
Brian lay there panting heavily with Justin's cock still buried inside of him. The feel of Justin lying on top of his back, sprawled, sweaty and spent was a feeling he would never tire of.
"Fuuuck!" Justin growled out his frustration and punched the mattress. Reluctantly he slipped out of Brian and rolled over onto his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
Brian gingerly turned to his side to study his blonde. He chuckled deep in his throat.
Justin raised his arm to peer up at Brian.
"I hate losing it like that," he confessed.
He berated himself for his lack of control. He wanted to make it last longer, to be more pleasurable for Brian but he wasn't as disciplined as Brian. Being inside Brian was like chasing the dragon. It was an addition Justin would go to any lengths for.
There was Utopia inside Brian. A place were no barriers of the senses existed. Everything merged into one when he was inside of Brian. All feeling, all emotions and everything physical came together making them truly one in those moments before his world would explode around him, and his life seed erupted into the source of his addiction. It was a feeling like none other.
And he knew Brian would be sore from his selfish pursuit of that euphoric sate.
He totally lost control this time. It had just been so long, and they nearly lost each other over this fucking curse, that Justin was too desperate and needy to give Brian the pleasure Brian always managed to give him.
Brian leaned over and kissed him.
"I love it when you lose it like that," he said.
"I just wish I could give you the pleasure you give me." Justin said despondently.
Justin turned into him and buried his face in Brian's chest. Brian brought his hand up and ran his fingers through the silky blonde locks.
"Sunshine, are you fucking serious? Do you have any idea what it does to my ego knowing I can make you lose it like that? It's the greatest compliment, and expression of love. What greater pleasure is there than that?" Brian asked.
Justin sighed and turned his head to look up at Brian.
"All the more reason for me not to lose it like that. Your ego's too big as it is," he teased, feeling better at Brian's words.
Brian laughed and pulled him in close against his body. Their hot, sweaty naked flesh connected sending little shivers between them.
"Hmmm...at this rate, it won't be long before something else besides my ego gets big again." Brian teased.
"God no Brian. I need at least a couple of hours to recuperate! Where the fuck do you get your energy?" Justin asked.
"From you. You keep me young." Brian answered.
"Well you're wearing me out. I think I better start hitting the gym more. You're almost forty and in better shape than me." Justin said indolently.
Brian swatted his ass.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Justin complained rubbing his ass.
"What did I tell you about using the "F" word?" Brian said way too seriously.
"For God sakes Brian you really need to get over this silly age obsession. If nothing else, the fact that you can out fuck me, hell, two of me, should prove to you that age is nothing but a number." Justin said.
"I'm not having this conversation." Brian said flopping over onto his back. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled a cigarette out of the pack that was lying there and lit it.
Justin groaned and went to get out of bed
Brian saw him winch at the movement.
"Hey, did you hurt your leg?" He asked exhaling a puff of smoke.
Justin still wore his shin cast, though he acted like it wasn't there. He stopped using his crutch days ago opting to limp around on it instead. In truth, Brian barely noticed it himself and was sorry he wasn't more careful. They fucked hard and long all night and in every position. He was sure some of those positions put too much strain on his shin.
"I'm fine. The cast comes off next week anyway. How about you, are you sore?" Justin asked looking back at Brian with concerned eyes.
"Let's just say I'll be feeling you for a few days." Brian said with a wicked smile.
Justin didn't know if he should feel guilty, or elated. He opted for the later.
He was about to comment on his condition when his cell rang.
"Don't answer it." Brian said.
"I have to, it's probably Jagger." Justin said.
"Why would Jagger be calling now?" He asked.
Justin got up and reached for his pants. He pulled the cell from his pocket.
"Because he's flying in today with Corrine." Justin said before answering the phone without looking at the incoming number.
"Daddy J!" The gleeful voice erupted over the phone.
A huge smile spread across Justin's face.
"Gus!" Justin returned the jubilant greeting.
"It's been like forever since I've talked to you! Every time I call Dad says you're not around. So I decided this time to call your cell. You know I only get two phone calls a week. One to my moms, and one to you and Dad." Gus explained.
"I know, I'm sorry I haven't been around for your calls, but I'm sooo glad you got me now. And your Dad is with me, so you can talk to him too." Justin said.
"Cool. How's the show going?" Gus asked.
"It's great. How's soccer camp?" Justin asked.
Gus was spending the summer away at soccer camp for the first time. Brian and Lindsey had decided when Justin got in the accident and loss his memory not to tell Gus. They didn't want him worried the whole time he was away.
"Oh man it's great! I'm the best player in my squad!" Gus boasted cheerily.
Justin laughed.
"I have no doubt. You got your fathers genes." Justin said.
"So are you making new friends?" Justin asked.
"Yeah, everyone is cool here. The Coaches are great, and we even get to play with the older kids sometimes, though some of them can be mean. Especially Jeremy Tucci." Gus said, the joy slipping a bit in his tone.
Justin frowned. Brian sat up and took notice.
"Who's Jeremy Tucci, and how is he being mean?" Justin asked.
"He's just a dork. He's the oldest kid here, almost 14, and he thinks he knows everything! He calls me and my teammate's babies." Gus said.
The camp Gus was going to hosted kids age 10-13. Though they were separated into squads within their own age group.
"Why does he call you babies?" Justin asked.
Gus made a dramatic sighing noise on the other end. He was truly his fathers' son when it came to the theatrics Justin mused fondly.
"Cause he has a girlfriend and thinks he's the shit." Gus said.
"Gus.." Justin gently admonished Gus for his language. Oh yes, he was too much like his Dad.
"Sorry Daddy J, but he does! I mean who wants to hear about him kissing girls! It's disgusting if you ask me. And I told him so." Gus said.
Justin laughed.
"Well I think your father would agree with you on that one." Justin said.
"Maybe it's best if you just avoid those types of conversations with him Gus." Justin advised.
"I know, but he called me a baby because I told him I'd rather eat a bug then kiss a girl. Hey, maybe I'm gay like you and Dad..." Gus added as if the thought just came to him.
Justin's face went white.
"What?" Brian asked sharply seeing the look on Justin's face.
Justin turned to him and sputtered.
"Um, our son thinks he might be gay because he'd rather eat a bug then kiss a girl." He said.
Brian rolled his eyes.
"For God sakes give me the phone." He said and held his hand out.
Justin handed the phone to Brian glad to be let off the hook from this one. The topic had never come up with their kids. It was obvious from the start that Lizzy, Jagger, and Peter were straight, they were old enough to know by the time he and Brian adopted them and Johnny just brought home a girlfriend one day when he turned 15. The twins were only six so it wasn't an issue yet with them. Gus however was about to enter puberty. It would be their first time dealing with the question of sexuality with one of their children.
"Hey sonny boy how are you?" Brian asked taking the phone from Justin.
"Great Dad! I'm kicking ass here!" He said.
Brian smiled. Unlike Justin and his moms, Brian let Gus get away with using certain words he didn't consider that offensive.
"That's my boy. Now what's this about you thinking you might be gay?" Brian asked bluntly.
"I don't know, I could be. I don't like girls. And I DON'T like hearing about kissing them. Tucci is always telling us how he puts his tongue in his girlfriends' mouth. That's just disgusting Dad!" Gus complained petulantly.
Brian laughed.
"Yeah, I agree, but Gus it's natural for you to feel this way at your age. A ten year old is supposed to think girls and kissing are icky. It doesn't mean you're gay." Brian told his son.
"But I could be, right?" Gus asked almost hopefully.
Brian understood where Gus was coming from. What kid didn't want to be like his parents? Especially a son wanting to be like his Dad? Unless of course the Dad in question was Jack, but Brian wasn't anything like his father. He loved Gus more than anything. He loved all his children deeply and profoundly. It was why he was willing to risk so much to protect them.
"Yes, you could. But you won't know till you're a few years older so I wouldn't be worried about it now. Or wishing for it to be one way or another. I expect you to be true to yourself Gus, you know that. Just because your Daddy J and I are gay doesn't mean you have to be. We would be disappointed if you thought you had to." Brian said.
"I know Dad. I would never do that. I just wish Tucci would shut up." Gus said.
"Unfortunately sonny boy, you're going to learn that some people are too stupid to know when to shut their mouths. The best you can do is just avoid them whenever possible. If this Tucci boy gives you anymore trouble, tell the coach and call me right away." Brian said.
"Geesh Dad, I can take care of myself!" Gus whined.
Brian smiled into the phone.
"I know you can." He said with pride in his voice.
"Ok, I gotta go Dad, tell Daddy J I love him, and I'll see you guys in August! Remember you promised to take us to Disney land!" Gus said.
Brian groaned. Justin promised to take the kids to Disney Euro. He made no such promise.
"You'll have to take that up with Daddy J when you get here." Brian said.
Gus laughed.
"Come on Dad, you can at least do one roller coaster ride with me." Gus said.
"Sonny boy if you only knew the roller coaster ride I'm on now, you wouldn't ask me to go on another one." Brian sighed.
"Whatever!" Gus said.
"Gotta run. Love ya! Bye." Gus said then hung up.
"Jesus that kid has the most abrupt endings to his phone calls." Brian said throwing the phone at Justin.
Justin caught it and laughed.
"Well I'm just glad you were here to run interference with that question. You handled it beautifully by the way." Justin said.
"I'm just glad he feels safe coming to us with questions like that." Brian said.
"He's has great parents. And you are an amazing Dad." Justin said.
"Yeah, well it's easy with Gus. Mel and Lins have done a great job with him. I can only take partial credit. Now Jagger on the other hand, turned out great mainly because of your influence. You were there for him when I couldn't be." Brian said somberly.
"You never give yourself enough credit when it comes to our children. They all adore you; they worship the ground you walk on. The boys all want to be like you. Do you think that's because you're a mediocre father?" Justin asked.
"No I think they're either brain damaged or delusional. And speaking of Jagger, why is he flying in today with Corrine?" Brian asked.
"Because I asked them to." Justin answered.
An uncomfortable silence followed Justin's confession.
"So, you asked Corrine to do the procedure?" Brian asked breaking the silence.
"It's called an abortion Brian. Calling it a procedure isn't going to make it any less ugly." Justin retorted.
Brian sighed sadly.
"I'm sorry Sunshine, but it's the only way. I'm glad Corrine is going to do it. It will make it less...impersonal." Brian said for lack of a better word.
Justin threw him an incredulous look.
"Actually I didn't ask her to do the 'procedure'. I asked her to fake doing it." Justin confessed.
Brian threw his legs over the bed and stood up to face Justin.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" He asked.
"Because I wanted to stop the abortion from happening." Justin answered unruffled.
Brian narrowed his eyes.
"Wanted? As in past tense? As in you don't want to stop it now?" Brian asked cautiously.
"Yes, as in past tense. And yes, I don't want to stop it now. I told Corrine I changed my mind." Justin said.
"Ok, I'm confused. Are you telling me you want Adeline to have the abortion?" Brian asked.
"Good God no! Why would I want to kill my own child?" Justin asked.
Brian flinched at Justin's words. There was no nice way of putting it, what he and Andy were doing was in essence, killing Justin's child by forcing Adeline to have the abortion.
"So you don't want the abortion to go forward." Brian said trying to gauge where Justin was coming from.
"What I want is irrelevant. I don't believe the abortion is going to happen. But I'm not going to try and stop it. Saving the child isn't going to break the curse." Justin said.
"Then you agree that aborting the child will?" Brian asked hopefully.
"No, I know for a fact it won't." Justin said.
Brian threw his hands up in the air frustrated.
"You got to help me out here Sunshine, what the fuck are you saying?" Brian asked.
Justin stood up and approached Brian. He grabbed his hand and led him towards the bathroom.
"Come on, we need to shower first, we stink." He said.
Brian pulled him back.
"No you don't, come on, spill. What's going on inside that pretty blonde head of yours?" Brian asked.
Justin looked up at him with quizzical eyes.
"I'll tell you, if you're ready to listen. I mean really listen." Justin said.
Brian led Justin back to the bed and sat down.
"I'm listening." He said holding Justin's gaze.
"Elliot paid me a visit." Justin said.
Brian raised his eyebrow.
"Oh? What did he have to say?" Brian asked skeptically.
Justin heard the doubt in Brian's tone.
"I'm not going to tell you if you're going to dismiss it out of hand." Justin said.
"Fine. I'm listening. With no prejudgment, ok? I just don't like the way these Angels, and their henchmen keep fucking with our lives." Brian said. At this point, he was ambiguous to anything they had to say.
"He told me we were working against each other. He said that neither you, nor I could break the curse. Only Alexander can." Justin said.
Brian snorted.
"And this is news how? I know this. It's why I'm not forcing Adeline to have the abortion. Andy is." Brian said.
"Yeah well here's the thing Brian, Andy isn't Alexander." Justin said.
"That's ridiculous. Andy had a vision that he was Alexander in another life, and Andy's visions are never wrong." Brian said adamantly.
"Yes, his 'soul' occupied Alexander's body, but once it left that body, it forgot that entire part of its existence. Andy needs to remember that part of his life in order to break the curse." Justin said.
Brian pulled his bottom lip in, mulling Justin's words over in his head.
"I understand what you're saying, but it doesn't fit. The curse says 'until the wrong is righted'. Loss of memory isn't exactly a wrong that needs to be righted. But a wrongful death being avenged is." Brian surmised.
"But Brian you're assuming the wrong that was done to Alexander was the circumstances surrounding his grandmother's death. What if it's something entirely different? We can't know for sure, only Alexander knows. Only 'he' holds those memories, and the answers." Justin spoke passionately. He could sense Brian was seeing some truth to what he was saying.
"What if Andy does remember his life as Alexander and he still say's the child needs to die in order to break the curse? Are you willing to accept that?" Brian asked.
He knew Justin wanted to believe with all his heart there was another way, and Brian would like nothing better if that were true, but he needed Justin to understand and accept, that killing the child, might be the only answer. He needed to know if Justin could accept that fact.
"If you're willing to risk Andy reliving the pain of that time to get Alexander's memory back, and it turns out you were right, I won't be happy about it, but I'll accept it and won't stand in your way." Justin said sincerely.
Brian sighed. He had wanted to avoid this. The truth was, he didn't think Andy was strong enough to relive those memories. Not just the memory of having to watch his grandmother burn at the stake, but finding out he had cursed his own mother and brother, causing Brian and Justin's families' generations of pain and suffering. That knowledge would crush Andy, Brian knew it. But he had no choice. He had to risk it. They were about to kill Justin's child. How could he not examine every other possible solution first before committing that heinous act? That child was part of Justin. He owed it to Justin, and the baby to be absolutely sure that what they were doing, would indeed break the curse. And if that meant sacrificing his own brothers mental health, and possibly his soul, then God help him, he would.
Justin saw the myriad of emotions flit across Brian's face. He knew how difficult this was for him. He loved Andy with all his heart. He protected him his whole life, now he was being asked to risk causing him more, possibly irreversible, pain and suffering.
He laid his hand on his arm.
"Brian perhaps its' fate. Yours and his. You saved Andy once; maybe it's his time to save you. And in doing so, save himself. He told you he never made it into heaven, maybe this is his opportunity to remedy that. Last time he was on earth, you had to take his life in order to save his soul but maybe this time it's the life saved, and not the life taken, that will save his, and your soul." Justin said
Brian gathered Justin to and hugged him. There was much wisdom in his words, and hope.
"I don't know Sunshine, I just don't know...But you're right. Andy does need to remember. I just pray it won't destroy him." Brian said. His words muffled in Justin's hair.
Justin could feel the sorrow in Brian's heart. He hugged him tightly then pulled back to look up into his eyes. There was tears pooling in them, it broke Justin's heart.
"Andy is strong Brian. No one knows this better than you. He'll be able to handle it." Justin said confidently.
Brian smiled sadly.
"I hope you're right. But first we have to get him to remember in order to find out. So far he hasn't been able to on his own." Brian said.
"I have an idea. Remember how I got my memory back?" Justin asked.
Brian smiled at the memory of that day when Justin got his memory back of their dance at his prom.
"I remember the events of that day vividly," he said lovingly.
Justin smiled.
"Me too. And we have Rena to thank for that. She hypnotized me, which helped me break through my mental block. I think she can do the same for Andy." Justin said.
Brian narrowed his eyes in thought.
"That just might work. She's his sister. He'll feel safe with her." Brian mused.
"It's worth a try." Justin urged.
Brian held Justin's gaze for a moment then nodded his head.
"You're right. I'll call her." He said.
Justin smiled relieved that Brian agreed to give it a try. He hoped it would work. It had to. So much depended on Andy getting his past life memory back. More then just breaking the curse. Justin had a feeling there was something locked away in Andy's past that would change the course of all their destinies.
Justin shook his head at those somber thoughts.
"Then it's settled." He said getting up from the bed.
"Now let's go shower, and then find Andy. We've been in this room hours, he's probably worried." Justin said.
Brian laughed.
"More like embarrassed with as much noise as we make." Brian said.
"Are you complaining?" Justin asked with a wry smile.
"Actually Sunshine, it's what I like best about fucking you. All those delicious little, and not so little, sounds you make." Brian said.
"Oh, so that is what 'that' is!" Justin said.
Brian gave him a confused look.
Justin laughed.
"Come on stud, I'll remind you in the shower." Justin said.
PART 3
An hour later Justin and Brian found Andy out by the barn sitting on an over turned pail, staring out into the pastures. He turned his head when he heard Brian approach.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey" Brian replied a little concerned. Andy had a strange look in his eyes.
"What's up?" Brian asked.
"I'm not sure." Andy said.
Brian knelt down beside him and took his hand.
"What do you mean?" Brian asked.
"Why am I here?" Andy asked.
Brian turned worried eyes to Justin. Justin looked just as concerned.
"Do you mean here, as in out by the barn?" Brian asked.
"No I mean 'here'." Andy stressed by swinging his arms wide, indicating his surroundings, and himself.
"Andy, where do you think you should be?" Justin asked cautiously.
"I don't know, but I don't think I should be here, or in this body. Where's my body bean?" Andy asked.
Brian sucked his breath in.
'What's happening to my brother!' his mind panicked.
He was expecting an answer from above, but none came.
"Andy, tell me what's the last thing you remember?" Brian asked worriedly.
Andy smiled at him and squeezed his hand.
"You. Kissing me. Saving me." He said in a low voice so the blond boy standing behind his brother wouldn't hear.
Brian was starting to freak but he didn't want to alarm his brother. He forced a smile to his face and patted Andy's hand.
"You're here to save me now." Brian said to his brother.
Justin was standing behind Brian doing everything in his power not to cry. He had to be strong for Brian. Something bad was happening to Andy.
Andy looked at Brian confused.
"I don't understand, but I'd do anything for you Bean," he said.
"I know." Brian said, tears in his eyes.
"I don't want you to worry. Everything is going to be fine, I promise," he said.
Andy smiled at his brother.
"There's no one I trust more," he declared with a sincerity that broke both Justin's and Brian's heart.
Brian smiled back at his brother and stood up.
His chest was pounding with fear. Andy was losing it. He had to do something fast. Maybe Rena getting him to remember his past would help Andy sort it out. He turned to Justin. He grabbed his arm and led him away, so that Andy couldn't hear them.
"I'm going to call Rena. This has to be done now." Brian said.
Justin nodded his head.
"Stay with him. Keep him calm." Brian said.
"I will. Just go call Rena." Justin said.
Brian led Justin back over to Andy.
"Andy, this is Justin. He's going to sit with you for a while." Brian said.
Andy looked up at Justin.
"I know you," he said.
Justin smiled at him.
"Yes, you do," he answered then sat down besides him.
Brian left the two alone and headed back towards the cabin. He would call Rena, but first he hand another call to make.
"ELLIOT GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" Brian screamed out to the empty cabin the minute he walked through the door.
Several agonizing minutes passed before Elliot appeared.
"You know you don't have to scream." Elliot said.
"What's happening to my brother?" Brian demanded.
"He's forgetting who he is. He's been in the host body too long. I told you before, he needs to remember. But you were too stubborn to heed my words. Now he not only has forgotten his life as Alexander, he's forgetting his life as Andy. If this continues, his soul will be trapped in limbo, inside the host body. Both his, and the host body's soul will be lost." Elliot said.
"Mother fucker! How can they let this happen? They put him in Jason's body to begin with! Why do they fuck with our lives like this? Who gives them the right? God?" Brian spat out viciously. His anger was seeping through his pores.
"I know this is hard for you to understand, but the Angel Gabriel is trying to help your brothers' soul into heaven. He has a mission on earth, and it is up to you to help him achieve it. I've been trying to help you, but you've rejected my help from the beginning. Are you now willing to listen to me?" Elliot asked.
"Yes, for fucks sake, tell me what to do!" Brian said desperately.
"Call your sister. Get him to remember, then trust what happens." Elliot said.
Brian took a deep breath.
"Ok, fine. I can do that." Brian said then pulled his cell out to call Rena.
Elliot frowned.
"You didn't hear me, once again." Elliot said frowning.
Brian looked up at him.
"What are you talking about? I heard you! I'm fucking calling her right now!" Brian said.
Elliot shook his head.
"Foolish human. When will you learn? Tell me what I said." Elliot requested.
Brian made a 'what the fuck' face.
"You said call my sister, get him to remember." Brian answered.
"And?" Elliot pressed.
Brian furrowed his brow.
"Oh, yeah. Trust what happens." Brian said shaking his head.
"As if I have a choice," he remarked sarcastically.
Elliot moved closer to him. Brian immediately felt calmer by his presence.
"You DO have a choice. That is the point you are still missing. Whatever happens Brian, when Alexander starts to remember, you MUST not stop it. You must have faith, and trust the outcome. You will be tempted, but you must resist. You must choose faith over logic. Even over your own heart." Elliot urged seriously.
Brian looked at the Angel's agent and shivered. He knew what Elliot was telling him. Something bad was going to happen, and Brian had to just let it happen.
Elliot saw understanding dawn in Brian's eyes and nodded his head, satisfied.
"I'll be with you Brian. I'll make sure neither Joffith, nor any other evil spirit interferes in Alexander's mission, but you must also hold up your end. Only then will we have a chance of righting the wrong." Elliot said.
Brian just stared at him blankly.
"You can do this. Just have faith Brian. Remember who you are." Elliot said.
Brian nodded his head.
"I won't fuck this up. I promise." Brian said.
"Good. Now make the call." Elliot said then disappeared.
Brian looked down at the phone lying in his hand.
He dialed Rena's number. She picked up the phone on the second ring.
"Bean, what the fuck is going on!" She shouted into the phone.
"Re, Andy needs you. Come to the cabin," he said.
He didn't have to say anymore. He hung up, knowing Rena would drop everything and come. He left the cabin and walked back to the barn where Justin and Andy were.
He could hear them talking softly and laughing as he approached. He closed his eyes and let the sound of their laughter sink into him. He branded it to memory.
All too soon, he knew, that laughter was going to die, to be replaced with pain, and God knows what else and the worse part was, he couldn't do a damned thing about it.