A/N: There is only one more chapter of this story remaining - following this one. A one-shot turned into 8 chapters. Lol. This story was basically to explore a different take on their eventual reunion. For that reason I have listed it as AU. I hope you have been enjoying this story, and continue to enjoy the last two chapters. Thank you so much for your support! =)

Chapter 7

Justin smirked seeing the glare that Brian wasn't quick enough to hide as Justin proceded to the backrooms, with his trick in tow.

He wondered if Brian would follow him. He hoped so.

This wasn't much of a plan, as far as plans go - but, it was the one he had elected to use. He only hoped that it worked. Getting Brian to make the first move would not be a simple task. It would only work if Brian truly wanted him as much as he thought he still did. If that proved to be the case, Justin knew exactly which buttons to push to make Brian crazy with need - then, possibly Brian would make the first move. The down side was that Brian could do the exact same to Justin. Question being very simple - who would crack first? And, that was if Justin was correct in his thoughts that Brian actually wanted him back. Not as a part time fuck buddy, but as his partner.

He knew now that he could accept the terms they had previously agreed upon... before Ethan. Justin gritted his teeth in anger thinking of what that manipulative little weasel had cost him... the time that he had lost with Brian. All over a lie. Even when he had been living with Ethan, caught up in the fictitious life Ethan had presented, Justin had never been truly happy. Something was missing. His heart had been missing from that life. A heart that he knew, no matter how much he had denied it, was always in Brian's care. As it always would be, no matter what the future held. Now, all that mattered was getting his life back. He knew Brian would never be totally monogamous. He could live with that, as long as he knew Brian wanted to come home to him... knew that he was Brian's partner, and the one he valued above all others.

In his heart, he had always known that to be true. He had just been foolish in being swayed by one whose soul purpose had been very simple... divide and conquer. Every time he had ran into Brian coincidentally - although, now he wasn't certain that had been the case; Justin had felt helplessly drawn to him. Ethan had even known this. Ethan had even made the accusation of Brian trying to win Justin back. He had dismissed the thought then, as Ethan being jealous; not believing Brian would give the one who had abandoned him a second chance. Thinking back, it now seemed as if Brian had been playing a waiting game - one that he knew he would win. Brian had pegged Ethan, and his promises as fake from the onset, Justin could see it in his eyes every time he saw him, but he didn't interfere in their lives.

Even then, Brian was playing a game. And, of all of the things Justin knew about Brian Kinney, one stood out the most. Brian always played to win. If he set a goal, he didn't stop until he had reached it... to his own satisfaction. The night Justin had returned Brian's bracelet had opened his eyes in so many ways. Hope had been renewed, where previously there had been little to none.

The hope hadn't stemmed from the kiss that Brian had stolen. Although, that one kiss had reminded him of things that Justin had mistakenly perceived as forgotten. Things that never could be.

It had been the look in Brian's eyes. Yearning, sadness, a glimmer of hope, ending with genuine affection clearning lurking in his intense gaze. Justin had felt such an indescribable closeness to Brian in that moment - making it even more difficult to leave. Only the mention of Ethan had pushed him out the door, and away from Brian. Until Brian had mentioned Justin's boyfriend, he hadn't even given Ethan a passing thought.

As he entered the backrooms, Justin nodded in greeting to familiar faces, before selecting a somewhat isolated spot against the otherwise cluttered walls. He wasted no time in turning the trick towards the wall. If Brian came in to watch, he would view Justin in the dominant position. He might even shrug his pants lower than necessary, just to display his ass to Brian. A bare ass that he knew never failed to turn him on; along with seeing Justin's cock moving in and out of the meaningless trick - done correctly, Brian would be pushing the trick away before begging to fuck Justin. Yes, that's exactly how he hoped his encounter with this trick would turn out.

Of course, he realized a highly unlikely scenerio; Brian Kinney doesn't beg... for anything. Still, a nice thought, most especially how it would signify that Brian wanted him that badly.

Justin lightly kissed the side of the man's neck, mostly as a courtesy, as he moved into position... preparing both of them effortlessly, and skillfully.

Brian nursed his drink, staring unseeingly ahead. Damned little shit, he thought to himself. Knows exactly what he is doing. Justin had always had the abilitiy to read him so well. No way was he going into the backrooms. Doing so, would result in his defeat. Right now, his hunger for Justin was raging out of control - if he placed himself with him, in that proximity, all would be lost. Justin needed to come to him. Fully accept the terms they had previously established, fully accept Brian for who he was, and not endeavor to change him. And, most of all, promise that the fucking fiddler was in fact out of their lives - forever.

"Another drink, Brian?" the bartender inquired.

"No, I'm good, Steve. Thanks. I think I will finish this and head on out," Brian said in response.

That made the bartender quirk an eyebrow, knowing Brian's habits only too well. "Damn. That's an early night for you."

"Well, sometimes there comes a price to maintain this level of perfection," Brian smirked with a hand motion across himself.

Steve laughed good-naturedly, more than accustomed to Brian. "You have a good night then."

Downing the last of his drink Brian answered, "Have a good one, Steve."

Brian stood to move towards the entrance, his eyes unwillingly pulled to a different direction - to the backrooms where he knew the object of his most profound desire was currently located. He kept a quick determined stride towards the doors, ignoring the hopeful tricks trying to garner his attention. He was almost at the door, when he looked back one more time; almost feeling physically unable to take the final steps that would take him out of Babylon... and, more importantly away from Justin.

Irritated at himself for his weakness, Brian turned around heading towards the backrooms, speaking aloud with a low rasp, "Fuck it. I can handle it. He needs to see I havn't changed, know that he can't control who and what I do. Some lucky twink can blow me, and Justin will see he has not won this round. He will only want me all the more."

Brian slowly advanced into the darkened passage, scanning the inhabitants casually, but thoroughly as he sought out his target. His legs almost stilled when he found him. Sweet fuck, how beautiful. Justin's ass was partially exposed as he moved in and out of the twink's ass. He wanted to lick it, bite it... fuck it. Over and over again. Shit, he should have never come back here, he accusingly told himself. How was he going to restrain from grabbing that perfect ass? Stop from taking it - making it his again? He was so fucked, and he knew it. Pulling his gaze to look at Justin's generous cock, fucking the trick - didn't make him feel any better.

Justin's cock didn't belong in the undeserving twink's ass. It belonged deep down Brian's throat. More often than not, Brian was on the receiving end of a blow job, but that was often not the case with Justin. He loved sucking him. No cum in the world had ever tasted like Justin. God knows, he had tried to find one that compared during their separation. First he went for the blonds, most particularly any who had similar characteristics to Justin. The comparison always came up sorely lacking. He shortly found trying to replace Justin with a replica of him only made him feel worse. Then he had become lost, even more so than he had been previously. He began drinking and partaking of drugs in excess before things slowly began to change, ironically at Linds and Mel's party.

His rage had known no bounds when he hit Michael. He was once again the outcast. Everyone hated him - some even pitied him. That only served to piss him off more. Brian Kinney was not a pity project - for anyone. Then, he had looked at Justin standing with Ethan; taking in everything, as Justin always did. Ethan was glaring at Brian mixed with fear in his eyes, although he had not recognized it for it was at the time. It all made sense now. Ethan's intentions had all been a lie; an elaborate ruse to secure Justin by his side. Even then, Brian could see the familiar lust in Justin's eyes. Once he sobered up, and regained his thinking - a plan was born. With one conclusion in mind: bringing Sunshine back home, by whatever means necessary.

Soon that goal would come to fruition. Never had he been more certain of anything.

Brian's eyes flickered briefly down when a hopeful trick appeared before him, desiring to suck his cock. Brian nodded in agreement as the trick lowered his zipper, immediately engulfing his cock. Brian smiled slightly before turning his head once again to Justin - fucking his trick quicker now. Seeing the telltale signs that he was very close to cumming. Justin looked over at him, the lighting casting a slight tinting over his beautiful face. The trick leaned his head back towards Justin, no doubt hoping for a kiss... Justin did not give him one.

Good boy, Brian thought to himself. That would have pushed Brian over the edge - he was already perilously close to such a state now. As Brian's trick continued to suck his cock, he kept looking over at Justin... a blaze of hunger consuming him, seeing the answering lust in Justin's eyes as he continued to fuck his trick. Although, the lust wasn't directed towards his trick, it was all for Brian - and, they both knew it.

Soon, Justin... oh, so soon - Brian vowed to himself.

Justin lowered his glazed eyes to wantonly caress Brian's cock, wetting his lips as his eyes openly displayed how badly he wanted to be the mouth Brian's cock was filling. Brian growled in response. Damn him, Brian thought. The boy knows only too well what he is doing. Somehow, the student was manuevering the teacher. That would stop now. It was time for Brian Kinney to do what he did best... once again take control of the situation.

As Brian shot his load into the trick's mouth, he roughly pushed him aside, uncaring of the glare he immediately received. He stalked to a now panting Justin, who was obviously close to his own release - but, that was not what caused Justin's altered breathing. It was the knowledge that Brian had reached his limit, and was now moving in for the kill.

Brian moved up behind Justin... his hand reaching down to stroke the crack of Justin's ass, loving the silky feel - as always. He placed his mouth against Justin's ear hissing, "Five minutes, Sunshine. You have that long to finish your business, and join me outside. Fail to do so, and lose your last chance to convince me as to precisely why I should take your ass back."

TBC