A/N: Just a heads up - this one should be wrapped up in just a couple more chapters. Hope you are continuing to enjoy the story. Please, feed your friendly plot bunny! =)

Chapter 6Justin continued to veiw Ethan and his lover with cold, emotionless eyes. What a fool he had been. His first thought being, how long had this been going on?

He had walked away from Brian, the man he had loved for - this. In his heart, Justin knew he had never truly walked away. No matter where he went, what he was doing, one simple fact always remained. Brian was just always with him. He had deluded himself for so long. Perhaps, this was his final wake up call. He had been rooted in denial ever since the night of the "Rage" party, now it was time to move on, regardless of whether Brian ever took him back or not.

"Don't let me interrupt. I will just grab my things," Justin snapped, eyes flickering over the pair in disgust; as he rummaged in the small closet for his duffel bags, and began throwing his clothing inside.

Justin glanced over his shoulder incredulously as he heard the nameless man grunting, continuing to fuck Ethan into the mattress. He would have laughed, if not for all this moronic fucker had caused him to lose.

Finally Ethan decided to end the interlude as he hissed, "Get off of me, and get out."

"But, Ethan...I am almost finished," he whined petulantly.

"I don't give a fuck. I need to talk to my boyfriend," he said, eyes wild as he watched Justin rapidly throwing all his possessions into his bags.

The man whimpered as he pulled free, slipping into his pants, almost in tears. "I thought I was your muse, your inspiration. I thought we were going to be together forever."

Justin snorted, "Hmmm, where have I heard that before?"

Ethan glared at the hapless man, snarling, "Get the fuck out!"

Justin watched with a sad shake of his head as the boy scurried out into the night. Then he drawled cuttingly, "That wasn't very nice, Ethan. After all, he was your muse. The least you could have done was offer him some kindness - the very least."

"I can explain, Justin. You need to listen to me," Ethan groveled as he followed Justin into the bathroom, watching as he continued to throw his belongings into his bags.

"What's to explain? Your promises were lies, and you the biggest one of all," Justin snapped as he headed towards the door.

"No, Justin. You're so wrong. It's always been real. I just snapped, thinking you went back to Brian," Ethan said, foolishly trying to turn the blame onto Justin.

Justin faced him down, with open hostility in his eyes. "It has never been real, and we both know it. You saw me, wanted me - but, most of all you wanted to take me away from Brian. Stop denying what we both know has always been true."

"Fine, it's true. The asshole has everything, and he never deserved your love. He has still remained in your life, even after you split up. He is poison for you, why can't you see this? I love you, Justin. You are my muse. I can't lose you," Ethan whispered pleadingly.

"You disgust me, Ethan. Never have you loved me. Love is wanting to see someone happy, you knew I never wanted to leave Brian," Justin told him coldly, uncaring of his hurtful words.

Ethan gasped, "How can you do this to us, Justin? Why can't you forgive me? You always forgave Brian."

"I never forgave Brian. I didn't need to; he never made me any promises," Justin answered, as he pulled the ring off of his finger, flinging it at Ethan's feet. Then with one last withering glance, he spoke, "Give this to your next muse."

Not waiting for any further responses, Justin hoisted the bags over his shoulder, heading out of the shabby apartment - not looking back. Justin headed back to Daphne's apartment, thankful he had taken the key she had left for him. The more he thought about Ethan, the more pissed he became. He had walked away from the best thing he had ever known, all for the sake of promises that never had any substance. What a pathetic fool he was; and, now it was probably too late. Brian would never take him back. Fuck him - possibly. Let him back into his life - as a partner, doubtful. Justin knew he needed to sleep, and figure out what he was going to do next. Right now, all he could think about was one thing - Brian Kinney, and the hopes that one day Brian would love him as Justin hopelessly loved him.

Following Night...

Brian exited the cramped backrooms after yet another mediocre blow job; much which was sadly becoming the norm. He went to the bar, ordering a beer, undecided if he was staying or going. He was edgy, and all too restless. The source of his ailment, only too clear.

Justin Taylor - only that persistent blond headed twat had the ability to torment him so thoroughly. Brian had long ago determined to have Justin back - regardless of how much time it took. Once he escaped from the self-pity, and destructive behavior brought on by Justin's defection, he was able to veiw things so much more clearly. Justin had left because he had pushed him too hard. In the all too short encounters he had shared with Justin since then, a couple things were blatantly obvious - Justin still cared about him, and he was not in love with the fiddler. Ian had wormed his way into his life, and, his bed...but, not his heart. Brian didn't have one doubt he was still firmly embedded within.

Yes, he would have Justin back - but, it would be on his seasoned hunter would have his prey begging to be taken, without realizing he had not only been hunted, but secured tightly as well. Justin could not discover how much he had hungered, how much pain had racked his body, reaching into his very soul - every time he seen him with the cheating fiddler. Doing so, would show him as vulnerable - and, Brian Kinney did not do vulnerable. Not to mention how a weakly percieved Brian would be hampered in his progress to provoke Justin's crawl back to him - exactly where he belonged.

Brian paused his bottle in mid-air when a sight at the end of the bar captured his most undivided attention. There sat his Sunshine - flirtatious, and oh so fucking gorgeous. Damn, he wanted him - NOW! How badly he wanted to just drag him to the backroom, shove him up against the wall, and proceed to fuck him into sweet oblivion. Brian forced himself to breathe in and out, and not let that delicious boy make him abandon his well thought out plans.

Unbeknownst to Brian, his target was more than aware of his presence, and heated scrutiny; knowing from experience just how to play the game with Brian.

Justin suddenly laughed at something the average looking twink was whispering into his ear, seemingly intent on luring Justin to the backroom. Seeing that smile, on those lips, that could provide the ultimate in pleasure, Brian felt his cock stiffen, and his heart race in the same moment. God, he was so undeniably fucked, Brian thought to himself. But, he had to stick to his plan. He couldn't give in now. Justin had to come to him, thinking it was all his own idea - accepting Brian and, the terms they had previously laid out, and live by them. Touching him now, would undermine all he planned to accomplish. He would not succumb to the temptation. He was Brian Kinney, he could fight the pull.

Brian's eyes narrowed in disbelief as he watched Justin standing up, finishing off his drink, before leading the undeserving trick to the backroom. No fucking way, Brian thought to himself. This is NOT how it's supposed to happen. Again, Brian forced calm over himself - barely. Going after him was not going to get him what he wanted - in the long term. He needed to stay focused. Fuck, but look at that ass, the one curved of perfection that his cock was screaming to possess - once again. Brian did make one realization as Justin was finishing off his drink. There had been no ring on that hand. Brian smiled, the fiddler had finally shown his true colors to Justin - it was over. Now all that remained was to bring Justin back home.

Justin stopped his progress for one moment, turning around to look Brian square in the eye. He winked, before continuing his journey to the backroom with his trick. Brian gritted his teeth in frustration, followed by a smile at his unique ingenuity. Fucking little shit, playing with the Master. Well, you have your fun, my boy. We will see who wins this battle of wills. You enjoy this meaningless trick...I will be the one who wins, and walks away with the final prize.

TBC