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Chapter 8

Brian released his tight grip on Justin's other arm quickly realizing his delicious prey was not seeking escape. A point that suited him quite nicely. He could not wait to run his hands...not to mention his tongue all over this scrumptious morsel. Brian continued to find himself in a state of starvation for the blonde.

A gnawing hunger that he fully intended to see satisfied. Now seemed to be the perfect opportunity to do just that. As his tongue continued to search inside of Justin's responsive mouth Brian's determination to totally possess this boy grew in leaps and bounds. Heaven help anyone that tried to stop him this time, Brian thought to himself silently.

Brian wasn't above using every learned technique in his well practiced seduction arsenal to achieve his desires. From the moment they had met Brian's focus had become centered on having this boy. To his dismay it had become his primary driving force. It had been rapidly growing into a distraction he could ill afford. It was affecting his attention at work. Even at Babylon he had resorted to accepting what was mediocre blowjobs merely in an attempt to relieve his painful frustrations.

His relief never lasted for long. Just the mere thought of the delectable twink would have him aching with an edgy hunger that could compare to nothing...ever.

It would end today.

He would fuck that sweet ass so damned hard the boy would feel him inside of him for a long time afterwards. Then he would be free. Back in control once again. That was the only reality that Brian Kinney accepted.

When Justin reached up with his now free hands sifting them into Brian's hair the bag he carried over his shoulder fell unheeded to the floor. The only thought on each man's mind was forging a closer connection. Brian knew without question how innocent his delectable prey was...an aspect he would take advantage of and work into his favor. He did not care if the boy was vulnerable. Inexperienced or naive. The only thing that mattered was that Brian wanted him. And, he would damned well have what he wanted. He was Brian fucking Kinney, and that was just how things were supposed to work out.

Brian slid his hands down Justin's back until he had them settled upon that luscious ass. That oh so enticing bubble butt that had him salivating for days now. He wanted to rim it, bite it, suck it...and fuck it into sweet oblivion. He knew he couldn't move too quickly this first time with Justin...he was young, inexperienced, and the driving lust of Brian Kinney was a force his untutored body was most unfamiliar. Then his thought penetrated his haze. Did he just think his first time with Justin? What the fuck was he thinking about? Brian Kinney didn't do repeats, this was all it would ever be. He needed to fuck this boy even more than he originally realized. This frustration was messing with his head. It needed to stop.

Sinking his fingers deeply into Justin's gorgeous ass he hitched him tightly against him making certain his prey could feel the hard thrusting, and extremely hungry cock. A cock that craved a special resting place. A couple actually, but primarily the warm heat of Justin's ass...one that he knew would squeeze him with its delicious tightness. Brian became harder as he thought of the moment he would stretch this boy open to recieve his cock as he continued to devour the sweetness of his mouth. The fact that Brian knew Justin was a virgin made him want to thrust into the boy right NOW. How good he would feel...how damn tight milking his starving cock.

Releasing Justin's mouth knowing he had to let them breathe, but hoping he wasn't moving too soon he trailed his open mouth down the side of Justin's neck until he reached his ear lobe. As he continued to fondle his ass he growled into his ear in the sexiest rasp Justin had ever heard. "Get over on my couch right now, little boy. I am going to fuck this sweet little ass that has been driving me out of my mind. Going to fuck it so hard you will think you ALWAYS feel my cock inside of you."

Justin moaned as he clenched his fingers into Brian's hair tighter desperately trying to find the will to pull free from this sensual vortex Brian had hurled him into...wishing Brian was different. That this wasn't just another fuck to him. He wanted Brian badly. There was no denying that fact. He had been drawn to him the very moment they had met. From the moment Emmett had told him about Brian-long before they met he was curious about this dynamic man. Now he knew those warnings were not in vain. He was in danger of not only losing his untutored ass to the legendary Brian Kinney, if he was not careful his heart would be lost as well. Emmett's nightmare come to fruition. If, in fact it wasn't already too late.

Brian quirked a brow at him his eyes now glazed with lust as he tried to pull him towards the couch. "What are you waiting for, sweetness? You want it. Fuck knows I want it...and you know that I am going to HAVE it."

Taking a deep breath Justin sighed as he pulled his arm free forcing himself to focus, and shut out the seductive spell Brian was wrapping around him like a cocoon. "Brian...stop. I didn't come here for this."

Brian looked at him incredulously. "You are telling me no? I don't fucking believe this."

"I am telling you not right now, Brian. Does anyone ever succeed in continuously telling you no?" Justin said with a nervous laugh.

Frustrated beyond belief Brian snapped, "You seem to be doing a damn fine job of it, twat."

Moving away to a safer distance Justin bravely teased him. "Maybe it's good for the almighty Brian Kinney NOT to get what he wants all the time."

"Let's be perfectly clear here, little boy. I always get what I want...if I want it enough. If I wanted to push it you would be under me on the couch with my dick deep up your little ass." Brian growled more hungry for this boy than he wanted to admit. Damn he knew he was moving too quickly. He just couldn't stop himself. One taste of him...one feel of him and all he could think about was being inside of him. Exactly where he should be-right the fuck NOW!

Justin smiled at Brian seeing how he was struggling with his control. He was excited that this God-like creature wanted him this badly, however he didn't want his first time to be in the offices of Kinnetik either. No matter how nice they were laid out. Okay, perhaps laid out wasn't a very good place for the mind to go right now he silently mused to himself. "Brian, I am not saying I don't want you. Am I fighting it...well, yes that much is obvious. I don't want to be just another one of your one-night stands, and having my "first time" in your office is not exactly what I had in mind."

"Fine. We will go back to my loft then." he smirked all but pulling him towards the door.

"Brian. Stop. We need to slow down. I am not nearly ready for this. For you." he said as he noticed his abandoned bag near the door the latch having come unfastened in the fall with some of his drawings hanging out.

"On the contrary, Justin. I felt the heat of your body against mine...the thrust of your tongue in my mouth. You, are more than ready." Brian purred into the curve of Justin's neck smiling as he felt his prey shudder at the bold stroke from his tongue.

Justin giggled as he wiggled free determined not to let Brian win this round. The war itself was entirely a different matter. After today he was certain by the weakening of his resolve, and the almost predatory pursuit of Brian Kinney it was only a matter of time.

Brian once again advanced towards the delectable twink when his eyes landed on the sketches that had fallen out of his bag. He tilted his head to the side as he felt his focus inexplicibly drawn to them. He looked to Justin then motioned to them with his hand. "May I?"

"Certainly, Brian. Isn't that why you asked me to meet you...to veiw my art?" Justin quirked at him mischeviously.

Picking up the offered works of art he swatted Justin firmly on the ass pausing long enough to give it a lecherous squeeze before he went over to his desk. "Cheeky little twat. You and I both know that is not why I asked you here. Yes, I wanted to see it...but, it was not my driving motivation."

"You, Brian Kinney, lured me here under false pretenses? I am utterly shocked." Justin said feigning surprise as he dramatically clutched his chest before taking a seat across from Brian.

He watched in nervous anticipation as Brian slowly leafed through the drawings. A multitude of reactions passing across his face ranging from surprise to appreciation. He looked up at Justin with a pensive expression on his face. "What year are you in now?"

"The end of my first year. Probably my last year." Justin murmured.

Brian's brows furrowed together as he commented, "With this kind of talent it had better not be."

"Yes, well...sometimes plans don't go as you would like."

Suddenly Brian had a thought, outside of the one seated in his pants. He pulled out the board his inept art team had passed along as completed work. "Look at this board for me, Justin. And, tell me exactly what you think. I realize you do not know the client, or what they even want...but give me your opinion."

Justin took the offered board looking down at it in interest while inwardly elated that Brian would even ask his opinion. He viewed it from several angles for long moments frowning at each one. "Uh, Brian...as you said I don't know the client or what they hope to accomplish with it."

Brian laughed indelicately. "It sucks. I know this. You don't have to know the client to see this. Tell me what you would have done differently...I am curious."

"Well, it has no spark...it's very mundane, no color at all to draw the eye's attention. They even used all greys for the sportswear for everyone in the caption. It all blends in together...basically fades into the woodwork. The font is too bold, overshadows everything. It needs to be a finer scrawl not to draw the focus away from the actual product." Justin answered blushing when he realized he had just basically told Brian that everything was wrong with his board expecting reproach from him before looking up to see Brian smiling with open admiration.

"Show me, Justin." he further prompted him.

"Okay." he answered as he reached into his bag to withdraw his charcoals. He made slashing strokes over the colors, making them brighter...much more pronounced. He drew a line through the font as he wrote it in a more attractive scrawl, hightlighted the background with a more eye catching color basically changing the entire board with very little effort. He handed it back to Brian saying, "This is a rather crude look as I have colored over the original, but just an idea of what I think would work better...what would catch the eye of a potential buyer."

Brian looked it over carefully amazed at the difference...impressed by this boy in yet another way now. He was just fucking perfect. He laid the board down on his desk as he stood up and lazily prowled around to the front. He leaned back against it as he looked down at Justin. "That was very good, Justin. You have a true talent. One that you should continue to explore no matter what obstacles come your way."

"Things are not always meant to be." he said in resignation to his future, or lack thereof.

Brian was about to ask him when Justin's cell phone began to ring. Justin pulled it out looking down at the number with an eyeroll before saying to Brian, "Sorry, this should only take a moment."

Nodding Brian continued to watch him with his mind a jumble of complex thoughts. This boy aroused him unbearably, like nothing he had ever known, and yet his mind and talent greatly intrigued him. He was not used to this, and even more uncertain on how to handle it effectively.

"What's up?" Justin asked as he answered the phone.

"Hey, baby. Are you coming home soon? I have a cake for you." Emmett excitedly answered.

Justin smiled as he arched his brow. "My birthday isn't until tomorrow."

"I know, sweetie. But, you know I have an event tomorrow night." he practically whined.

"Okay, I will be there in just a bit." he answered missing the calculating glint that just appeared in Brian's eyes.

"Great. See you soon." Emmett said with a clap of his hands before they ended the call.

Justin replaced his phone in his pocket before standing while finding Brian entirely too close. Nervously he reached around him replacing his drawings in his bag, along with his charcoal before securing it closed. "Ummmmm I need to go."

"Indeed. Emmett to the rescue again. Now, why do I have the feeling that you really don't want to be rescued, little boy?" Brian purred as he moved in closer to the object of his desire.

Justin easily reading the lust once again returning to Brian's eyes began backing up until his back was against the door. Precisely where this had all started, and remembering with crystal clarity exactly how quickly that had spiraled out of his control. Justin stammered out nervously, "Maybe not...but it is probably better that way."

Brian smiled his eyes fastened on the most luscious lips he had ever seen. He reached up stroking them softly with his finger groaning when Justin unknowingly wet his lips passing across Brian's finger in the process. "I am going to fuck you, Justin...and it will be soon."

Justin swallowed slowly watching as Brian's hot gaze followed the movement of his throat. He gasped out a breathless reply, "Goodbye, Brian. See you around."

Brian's eyes narrowed as he watched his sweet prey all but running to escape. You can run, but you can't hide...sweetness. I will have you soon. And, I have a feeling your birthday will be a night to remember...

He approached Cynthia and clipped out an order. "Get me the Dean of Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts on the phone. ASAP."

"Please?" she taunted him earning her a glare and the slamming of his door as he walked through it.

She buzzed him a few moments later telling him his call was on the line.

Brian answered with quiet authority. "This is Brian Kinney, owner of Kinnetik."

"Yes, Mr. Kinney. What can I do for you?" the Dean asked him.

"I have a proposition for you...one that will benefit us both nicely." Brian drawled in calculation.

"Proposition?" came back the interested response.

"You have a student nearing the end of his 1st year. Justin Taylor. I would be extremely grateful if you would enter him into the internship program." Brian explained.

"Mr. Kinney...that doesn't usually happen until the 2nd year. Although, I know the student of whom you speak. His talent is extraordinary. I think I could pull some strings." the Dean agreed obviously thinking of the perks he would recieve for pleasing Brian. "When do you want him?"

Brian almost groaned at that question. He wanted the boy...NOW. "I want him as quickly as it can be arranged. I will be most appreciative of your efforts."

"I will be in touch as soon as I have the matter handled." he answered the ball already rolling in his calculating mind how good this would be for the institute...and his own career.

Never once did Brian consider how far he was going...how he was breaking his own self inflicted rules. Bringing the twink he wanted to fuck into his business. A boy he would see on a daily basis after he had fucked him.

Hanging up the phone Brian smirked as he mused aloud, "Game, set, and match...Mr. Honeycutt. Try to stop me now."