Note from author: This is my first endeavor into the land of the crossover fic, and all in dedication to Mssr. Day-to-the-O! This one is starting out with my boys from Queer as Folk and Dante's Cove, but soon will be infiltrated with other characters from my obsessions such as HP, BtVS, etc. I hope it will be enjoyed by all!

Chapter One

Brian Kinney pulled his sliding front door open with a heavy bang and entered the loft. He set his briefcase down on the floor, smirking. The room was smoky and candlelit, and lying on the floor in front of a posh white couch was Justin. The twenty-one year old blonde was adorned in one of Brian's own shirts; the sheer black button-up Justin fancied wearing when his lover was out. It looked hot on him, too, Brian thought, especially paired with Justin's signature whitey-tighties, which was all he wore at the moment on his bottom half. With a sigh, Brian sauntered over to the couch beside which Justin was lying, and sat down.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," said Justin. When he spoke smoke escaped from his mouth. Brian laughed shortly and took the joint, letting his fingers linger against Justin's for a few seconds. It was simple affection like this that Justin lived for, and he stretched his arms above his head. The shirt lifted above his bellybutton and Brian rolled his eyes.

"What did you do all day? Other than play dress up in my very expensive Prada collection and smoke all of my pot?" Though the words were harsh, Brian's tone was anything but. Ever since Justin had returned from New York to live with him, their relationship had been excellent. No ridiculous talk of marriage from either party, no promiscuity that wasn't mutually shared and enjoyed. Their late nights at Babylon had dwindled slightly only to be replaced by the occasional evening at home. Even Brian sometimes liked to fuck in his own bed.

"Had lunch with Daphne at the diner," said Justin, finally sitting up so his back leaned against Brian's knees. "Downloaded some music on your computer illegally."

"Our computer," Brian corrected him casually while he pulled Justin's blonde hair softly through his fingers with one hand. His other hand lifted the half-smoked joint to his lips. He took a long hit, so he could catch up. "Sounds like a productive day," he exhaled after a comfortable silence.

"Oh, it wasn't," Justin replied, rolling his head back into Brian's touch. "Not yet. But I thought tonight we could go to Michael and Ben's for dinner."

"Are the new sketches of Rage ready for Mikey's appraisal?" asked Brian, motioning to the slew of paper and pencils on the coffee table.

"I just wanted to ask him a question about J.T.'s hair. I think it's time for a change," said Justin, his face an expression of quizzicality. "What do you think?"

Brian slid off the couch to the floor beside Justin so they were face to face and handed the joint back. "I think J.T.'s hair is fucking hot, already." He tugged at Justin's bangs, which had grown out quite a bit over his eyes. "I don't care what you do with your hair. Shave it off, grow it out."

Justin grinned and took a hit from the joint. "Okay."

"Okay, what?" Brian asked.

"Okay, what are you up to?" Brian feigned ignorance. "Come on, Brian. You come in here smiling after working all day, which you never do. You're not pissed that I smoked your last joint, which you always are. You don't immediately turn down the suggestion to go to Ben and Michael's. What's up?"

"That was my last joint?" Brian questioned, bitterly.

"Brian."

"Well, I can't fool you anymore, Taylor. You caught me." Brian raised his eyebrows and put his arm around Justin, pulling their foreheads together. "I just landed a huge account today. I'm taking you away for the weekend to celebrate."

Justin's eyes widened and he pulled away from Brian with hesitance. "Are you fucking with me?" Brian shrugged his shoulders.

"If you don't want to go…"

"I want to go!" said Justin, his extreme enthusiasm poorly contained. "Where did you want to go?"

"Well," began Brian, "there's this one place I'd like to take you. It's supposed to be a hugely homosexual rendezvous locale on the west coast."

"I loved the west coast!" exclaimed Justin, and then at Brian's raised eyebrows said, "I mean, I hated it there in L.A." Brian rolled his eyes and Justin scooted closer to him. "I hated that you weren't there with me."

"Now we can be there together. Except," Brian paused for dramatic effect, "we won't be going to L.A. for our mini break." He looked amusedly at Justin's intense expression. "Justin, I'm taking you to Dante's Cove."