Disclaimer: I don't own them, I didn't create them, and I don't profit from them. Infringement is not in my intentions, just making them together again.

Rating: Soft R for language. PG-13 even. No, higher than that.

Chapter Two: Ground Rules

"Why should I give you another chance, Brian? I've already given you too many!" Justin exclaimed, practically furious as he paced the kitchen, staring at Brian in bewilderment.

"I'm willing to give up tricking for you, that's why!" Brian yelled back.

Justin was silent for a moment, pondering over what Brian had just said. He sighed and then stopped glaring at the other man as his face went from anger to tired and relieved.

"You mean that?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't," he stated softly. "Fuck, I missed you last night."

Apparently, something was wrong in the way that Brian had gently said the latter part of his sentence. The glower was back in full bloom and Justin had taken several steps away where he had advanced.

"I'm sorry that you didn't get laid last night," he spat.

"What the fuck? I was talking about not being able to hold the man that I love in my arms! I couldn't even sleep in our bed because all I could think about was all the things that we've done in it, how adorable you look when you sleep, and all the times you've been waiting patiently for me in it when I was out fucking some nameless face!" Brian retorted.

"Michael said you were going to sell it… and the chaise. Getting rid of me so fast?"

"As I recall, you were the one who got rid of me quite quickly. I didn't think I could keep them because of how much they remind me of you."

"But they're ours."

"Exactly. If you don't want to be with me ever, then I can't keep sleeping on the couch because I can't sleep in my bed or on the chaise."

There was a rather long but only slightly awkward pause between them. Justin had stopped pacing the kitchen, which was what Brian was practically known for at times. Brian was sitting on the top of the couch, arms folded over his t-shirt clad chest. It had been several hours later since the diner and Brian hadn't changed but he did look a little better.

He wasn't aware that for the past minute Justin had been staring at him, studying him oddly with his head cocked to one side.

"What?" he snapped, for not appreciating being observed.

"You look so… different."

"I've gotten that a lot today," he muttered, looking away from Justin's eyes to the bedroom. He winced faintly when he thought of Justin writing beneath him, practically hearing his moans in his head. Quickly, he settled his gaze elsewhere, trying to find a spot that did not have a Justin connotation to it.

"You're wearing a t-shirt and sweats –"

"It's definitely not the first time," Brian interrupted him, sounding annoyed.

" – And you haven't shaved in two days but that look is very becoming on you."

Brian snorted at his last few words, biting back the urge to make a comment about 'becoming.' Running his hand through his hair, Brian looked at the ground and sighed. God, he was miserable without the little blond kid, he though to himself.

"However, something has changed about you that's not physical."

"Sorry, Justin, nothing's changed."

"And monogamy hasn't changed you?"

"I wouldn't know. It's only been ten hours."

"To you, that's like ten days."

Sometimes, Brian hated how everyone thought of him as a sex-crazed asshole that only cared about where his next fuck would be coming from. In truth, they were partially right because that's what he thought about every now and then but he actually had feelings, emotions even though he rarely showed them, and he essentially cared more about his friends then he let on.

"Brian, I've got to see it to believe it."

"Excuse me?"

"I believe you. I know that you mean what you are saying when you are only committing to me but I have see you do it for it to mean anything."

"You want actions now instead of words? Fuck, you're a difficult shit, you know that?"

"Is it too much to ask?"

"I never know what the hell to do with you. Here I thought all I had to do was tell you a few things and that would solve it all. Now you want me to do something instead?"

"You'd have to implement them anyway, so what's the difference?"

"I guess there isn't a difference only now I have to prove myself twice."

"You're not up for the challenge?"

Brian regarded him for a moment, knowing that if he said 'no' then everything would be over again. For good.

"If it means that you'll come back, yes."

"All right then. It starts tonight, Brian. You're going to go to Babylon like every other night and I am going to watch you turn down every guy. No dancing, no flirting, no fucking."

"Demanding little bitch, aren't you?" he muttered.

"Yes, I am."

"It applies to you too, Sunshine," Brian started, standing up and beginning to set his own ground rules. "You're not to dance with anyone but me. You're not to flirt with anyone, even Emmett and Teddy – anyone – except me. And above all, you will not bottom for anyone except me and you sure as hell will not top for anyone either."

"Except you?" Justin smiled deviously, desperately wanting to say that Justin could top him.

Brian chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. It was almost as hard to say as 'I love you.' He wasn't really sure why he was taking so long to say it but it made it look like it was a huge deal to Brian and he hoped that Justin would take it into consideration that no one topped Brian. No one.

Sighing, he added dully, "Except me."

"Fine," Justin replied simply.

"And you're not staying at Michael's any more."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not. Pack your shit and get your ass back here. I'll even help you."

"If I come back here, I know what's going to happen."

"And what the hell might that be?" Brian said, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"You're going to fuck me."

"That's a bad thing?"

"Yes! I need to see that you'll only be with me –"

"Justin, that is only being with you."

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go through a little abstinence before I move in."

"Why? How does that make anything better?"

"Proving yourself, Brian. It tests your willpower."

"To not fuck your brains out," he said flatly, not believing what he was hearing.

"To not fuck anyone's brains out."

"I'm jerking off and you can't stop me!" Brian said abruptly, pointing an accusing finger at the younger man a few feet in front of him.

"Limit it."

"To what? Four times a day?" he mocked, crossing his arms once more over his chest.

"You never do it that much," Justin scoffed, smirking at him.

"That was before I lost my right to fuck," Brian replied sweetly in a derisive tone.

Justin smiled wider as he closed the distance in between the to of them. Their bodies were flush and Brian wrapped his arms around the blond, not wanting to ever let him go. Brian's hand came up to clutch Justin's chin, directing him to his mouth where he got the two of them caught up in a slow, seductive kiss. Justin couldn't remember the last time Brian had kissed him like this, gentle and completely unhurried but he could feel the passion barely hidden beneath the surface of Brian.

Justin got his hands immersed in Brian's soft, chestnut hair and his tongue immersed in Brian's mouth. Where Brian had been affectionate and slow only seconds before, he surprised Justin by bringing him in deeper, deepening the kiss and letting go of the leash that had been on his lust for Justin. Sunshine whimpered when Brian's teeth nibbled at his lower lip and when his hand caressed down Justin's back to firmly grab his behind, bringing his pelvis into Brian's.

"This isn't fair," Justin groaned, watching through heavy eyes as Brian stood up, towering over him, beginning to grind against Justin much like Justin had done to him before.

"It follows the rules, Sunshine. No one but you," he murmured into his lover's ear before taking it in between his teeth and tugging gently.

Brian's hand that had been on Justin's ass was now venturing around his hip to caress Justin steadily through the denim of his jeans over the zipper. The other hand was cupping the back of Justin's neck, the two of their foreheads resting against on another's.

"No one but you," Brian whispered again before taking Justin's mouth again.

It didn't take long for Brian's hand to undo the zipper of Justin's jeans and try to slip inside. Their lips were still fused together, pouring all they had into the mating of their mouths, and Justin's mind was foggy, not being able to process much except how good it felt to have Brian's hand wrapped around him.

Justin quickly pulled away but not before Brian got a few jerks of his hand around Justin's erection. The blond groaned loudly and put himself back inside his jeans before zipping them up. He did all of this while staring into Brian's lust-laden eyes.

There was a smirk on Brian's face as he calmly caught his breath and reveled in the feeling of Justin's body once pressed against his. He tried not to be triumphant but Brian couldn't help it, not when he had gotten Justin to cave into him so easily.

"I'll see you at Babylon. Ten o'clock sharp," Justin said softly into Brian's ear. He tried to get away from Brian but the brunet was too fast for him.

Brian caught Justin's lips with his once more, slipping his tongue past the barrier that Justin tried to put up. Just as it got deeper, Brian pulled away, pushing Justin back a few steps. Waving goodbye, Brian smiled innocently and watched as Justin made a beeline for the door, afraid that Brian would come after him.

After Justin had left, Brian sat where he was, talking to himself out loud.

"So Justin thinks that he can take the reins." Brian nodded, grinning like a fool or possibly the Devil. "We'll see about that."