Disclaimer: I do not own these wonderful characters. No infringement intended.

A/N: Reminder this story deviates from the actual script immediately after Justin leaves from returning Brian's bracelet, so it is being classified as AU! This was originally intended to be a drabble, but the plot bunny agreed to the requests to continue - so here we are. I am not sure how many chapters this will run. I hope you enjoy this alternate telling of events. =)

Chapter 4

Brian stood before the mirror judging himself critically. He smirked with the response he always gave himself once his Babylon preparations was completed to his satisfaction.

"Fucking hot. I'd fuck you." Brian purred as he admired his flawless appearance.

His eyes pulled momentarily to his discarded bracelet that Justin had returned earlier. He no longer held any interest for it; nor did he when Justin was fastening it on him. But, he couldn't stop himself from allowing Justin to perform that simple task. It had provided him with the opportunity to observe him - to once again bask in the golden perfection of the best thing he had ever had. To feel that incomparable feeling of euphoria instinctively knowing he would have him again - soon.

He had known even before the kiss that he had stolen. Brian had always read Justin's body language so very well. His "relationship" with the fiddler was a joke. All an elaborate portrayal of what he thought the perfect couple should be - an image that the most treacherous of snakes had planted inside of his little blond head. In the end, Brian knew he had handed him over on a silver platter - but in his heart; should he admit that he carried such an organ he had believed that Justin would have stayed with him. Continued to accept what he had always accepted - Brian was and would always be true to himself - no apologizes, and most certainly no regrets.

Well...he did have a few regrets, but Brian Kinney did not dwell on such things. He set about making wrong decisions into correct ones. This one would be righted soon...of this he was certain.

The fire in Justin's eyes had stoked his hunger. There was no power that could have stopped him from taking that kiss in that moment. Nothing had been more important than beginning to re-stake his claim on him. He refused to admit to being possessive over anyone - no matter if it was his firmest belief that Justin had always belonged to him. That had even been a predominant thought the first time he fucked him when he told him in no uncertain terms - "I want you to always remember this. So, no matter who you are with...I will always be there."

Even then...if only on a subconscious level he had been claiming Justin. As he would do so again. In his own time. His own way. He would not fuck the boy until the fiddler was out of the picture. Never would he endure that again. Those days of knowing Justin had been coming home to him after fucking Ian was something he never planned to re-live again. First stage of his plan had been completed - place the seed in Justin's mind. Now he would watch it grow until it led him straight back to where he belonged - with him.

Next, would be to remove the fiddler forever. He doubted that would be very difficult. He was actually quite insignificant, even if a supreme annoyance. The worm had convinced Justin he was what he wanted - when all three of them knew that was blatantly false. It had always been Brian. It would always be Brian for Justin - and, no romanticizing by the pathetic fiddler would ever change that.

Brian scowled as he was jolted out of his thoughts by the persistent, and loud pounding on his door. He looked at the time. It was after 11 p.m. Time to leave for Babylon. Whoever was disturbing him, and now delaying his departure had better have a damned good reason. As he moved towards the door with quick, brisk steps his brow shot up in wonder as he opened it to find the most repellent of visitors waiting to see him. Brian became even more further annoyed when he was denied the pleasure of a scathing greeting when the worm brushed past him without being given his permission to enter.

"Where is he?" came the angry demand of Ethan Gold.

"Quite obviously I live alone, so I will ask the question - where is who?" Brian asked with a smirk, of course, having no doubts to whom he was referring.

Ethan snorted quite indelicately before he said, "Don't play games with me, Kinney. I know Justin was here - and now, he is not coming home tonight. I want to know why...and where he is now. And, not that bullshit story he tried to feed me."

Brian forced himself to remain impassive at that bit of all too revealing information. Nothing could have pleased him more...outside of having Justin spread open beneath him right now with Brian's cock back where it belonged. That was coming - he could feel it. It was just a matter of staying focused..sticking to his plan..one that was obviously working. He gave the fiddler his bored stare - however, he was anything but bored at this moment. Regarding him with cold disinterest he spoke in what most would refer to as an uncaring tone. "Justin does not report to me regarding his comings and goings, now or ever. I did not have him on a leash, and it appears that you do not either. Why he was here was personal and very private business having nothing to do with you. And...if he told you of his whereabouts - I would suggest that you believe him."

Ethan moved towards Brian his eyes blazing with unspoken fury before he snarled, "How convenient Daphne has a crisis directly after his visit with you. I did not work so hard to take him away from you only to have you steal him back."

Laughing at the stupidity of this insignificant pest Brian mocked him, "You are a pathetic fool. Now...get out of my loft - I have places I need to be."

"Oh, I am quite sure...Mr. Stud of Liberty Avenue. Tell me...is my boyfriend meeting you at Babylon tonight? That is if you havn't fucked him already." Ethan hissed getting right in Brian's face unknowing of what his closeness had just revealed to this seasoned hunter - and how this waiting game was suddenly going to change now.

"Keep pushing me, fiddler. Go on - don't stop now. Piss me off. I dare you." Brian growled wanting to rip this piece of shit apart.

"You don't intimidate me. Justin wants the life I have given him. I have won. You will never have him again." Ethan smirked believing his words to be true.

Brian glared at the deceitful, lying piece of trash that stood invading his space. After what he had just discovered - game was all but over - now, he just needed to determine how he would use this information...without hurting Justin with it. He could win without doing that, but he wanted this asshole out of Justin's life now...not later.

"Tell me, Ian...how is it that the one who seduced Justin with his romantic ideals of domestic monogamous bliss has the scent of another man clinging to him? A man that is of a certainty NOT Justin." Brian purposely taunted him relishing the look of panic that came into the fool's eyes.

Ethan began to stammer as he edged his body towards the loft door. "W-what? Y-you are out of your mind. You will say anything - do anything to get him back. It won't work, Brian. He is with me now. You cannot win."

Before he pushed him the remainder of the way out of his loft Brian leaned in close to him and whispered his breath ghosting across Ethan's lips, "Get this...Paganini Jr. I already have won." Then the door was slammed shut in the face of a man who knew he had come up against the master of the hunt, and had been found lacking - left raw and bleeding outclassed and outmaneuvered by the unquestionable finesse of Brian Kinney.

TBC