All day, I'd felt something stirring. The sky was dark, but the sun had not yet set, the trees on Tremont shook and shuddered with a cool, almost cold, wind, and I could taste rain in the air, but none fell. The world was all anticipation. A week and a half had passed without incident, but Hobbs and Ian were still out on the street. Were they waiting for me, for Justin, to relax, to let down our guards, before making their move? I was going insane imagining possibilities and trying to plan for them, to close holes in 'security.' I had the entire gang on a schedule. Justin was never to be alone, not for a second. When I wasn't with him, one or, preferably, two others were to be with him. Justin continually fought this. During our last fight (yesterday), he'd said he felt like a mob princess (that still gave me a chuckle). It had gone like this.

"Brian, this is crazy. I need to sit down with the lawyer Mel recommended and talk strategy. The longer I wait to pursue legal action against PIFA, the more difficult it will be. But I can't exactly do that if I'm stuck in the loft, if I'm constantly babysat. And PIFA's lawyers will probably just use my house arrest as proof that I'm incapable of being a normal student right now because of the rape case and my 'traumatization.'"

I had sighed and declared helplessly, "I just want you safe."

Justin had let his head fall. "I know, but it's been almost two weeks. Maybe they aren't planning anything…"

"Or maybe they're waiting until we aren't expecting it…"

Suddenly, Justin had snapped, "You go to work like nothing's wrong…Who's to say they wouldn't attack you? Or do you just think I'm helpless? A victim. I refuse to be babysat and ushered around. I'm not fucking Carly Corinthos (I had quirked an eyebrow at that) or a god-damned child!"

Then more softly, in a small voice that had caused my chest to constrict, he had added, "It's humiliating."

I had staved off the urge to pull him into my arms (I'd thought doing so would just make him feel worse) and had rolled my lips into my mouth, regarding him coolly. After a long pause, I'd said, "If anything, you're more like Courtney Morgan…she was pretty bad ass with all the kickboxing…"

Justin (who'd turned away from me during the silence) had wheeled around then. He'd stared at me darkly for a moment, but then he'd burst out laughing, his eyes bright and twinkling.

He'd cried out incredulously, "How do you even know about her?"

I had shrugged. "How do you?"

Justin had shook his head and smiled. "Touché."

Then I'd explained, "The ladies at work couldn't stop debating this very issue a few years back…every time I passed the water cooler, I'd hear… 'Courtney's the perfect mob wife…tough and independent.' 'No..that makes her the worst…she needs to follow directions. Her toughness caused her to miscarry…' and so on, ad nauseum.'"

Then I'd stared at Justin, waiting for his confession. Justin had shrugged and smiled. "My mom has always been a big General Hospital fan."

I'd tilted my head and smirked.

Justin had added, as nonchalantly as he could manage, "I used to watch it with her sometimes…Some of the men on the show are hot…"

I'd nodded slowly. "I see."

Justin's eyes had flashed, which had gone straight to my cock.

He'd hissed, "Fuck you, Brian!" Then he'd folded his arms and turned around.

I'd approached him slowly, finally taking him into my arms.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Angel, but Sonny's a troll. Jason was pretty hot, but then he doubled in size....I don't know what the fuck happened there…"

Justin had turned in my arms. I'd leaned in and kissed his lips gently and then whispered, "and…fuck you, Angel…"

Justin had shivered then. He'd breathed, "Please do, Master…"

And I had done just that. We hadn't solved anything, but the sex was fucking incredible. I'd brought Justin a hair's breadth from orgasm with just words…and then I'd pounded his tight little ass so hard I swear all of Liberty Avenue could hear his moaning. On edge sex is pretty fucking hot…

*******

"You want to leave the loft?"

Justin looked up from the couch, where he had been tossing paperclips into a cup, from a supine position. He was actually doing pretty well. He'd gone through half a box and only missed a few times. In answer to my question, Justin shot me a look like I'd just asked whether he liked sex. "Yes."

"Okay. Let's go to Babylon."

He dropped the paper clip in his hand, looking up eagerly. "Seriously?"

I shrugged. "It's Friday night; nothing's safer than a crowd."

Justin smiled brightly and turned to leave (I imagine to start getting ready).

I asked nonchalantly, "Oh and Angel?"

Justin spun back around. "Yes?"

My voice, miraculously, still even, I continued, "I want you scorching hot. Pretend that you only saw me for the first time yesterday and that tonight you're determined to get into my ass, or to get my cock into yours. Then dress accordingly."

Justin suddenly looked a bit flushed.

I chuckled. "Should I call in the cavalry?"

Justin's eyes had lost focus for a minute, but now they were trained on me once more.

"Hunh?"

I drawled, "Should I call in the cavalry?"

"Cavalry?"

"Emmy Lou and Daphne?"

Justin narrowed his eyes. "I am perfectly capable of making myself irresistible to any man, especially you."

My voice a little softer, I agreed, "That I know, Angel."

Justin smiled in spite of himself, one of those super hot self-satisfied smiles. He turned to leave again, but then stopped.

"But call them anyway."

Then he was gone.

I smiled and picked up the phone (as I dialed, I went over to the couch to rescue the wayward paper clip from the floor and placed it into the cup).

An hour later, Justin emerged from the bedroom wearing black leather pants and a shimmery, almost see through red top. It was tighter in the chest than at the waist. I could clearly see his nipple ring, and his hair had the perfect light, shaggy look. I'd asked for scorching hot, and that was exactly what I got. I tried to imagine what my thoughts would have been if I'd seen him for the first time this way. What I would have said. But as I stared at him, I realized that I couldn't get back into that mindset. Too much had changed. I'd changed too much. All that went through my mind now was that deafening "Mine" that had resounded in my head and had pulsated through my bloodstream since the King of Babylon contest, maybe before. I approached him quickly, so quickly that he stepped back and paled. When we were face to face, I grabbed him, with both hands, by the neck and pulled him close. I leaned in and whispered, no, growled, "MINE."

I could feel him smile and his entire body tremble. Then I directed him, "Go to Babylon with Emmett and Daphne, Angel. I'll follow in a little while. Tonight we're going to play a game. Cat and mouse. But in this game, the mouse is to taunt, not just flee."

I smiled when Justin's breathing grew ragged.

"Do you understand, Angel?"

In a husky whisper that made me want to push him against the nearest pillar and fuck him into tomorrow, he replied, "I'd do anything to please you, Master."

The little fucker had already started to play.

I opted for tight, tight, tight black jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that looked like it was dusted with silver (sort of a gauzy fabric). The shirt was close fitting, but not too tight. I unfastened the top three buttons so that my Angel would get a good look at my perfectly sculpted chest, smirked at myself in the mirror (I was dripping sex, and I knew it), and headed to Babylon.

I strutted into the club, walking directly to the bar, but slowly, all the while looking around at 'the talent' as though I were on the prowl for an anonymous ass to plow. When I reached the bar, I ordered a drink and turned around (slowly), leaning back, elbows on the bar. I spotted Justin right away (he was hard to miss period, but especially so in bright red). He was dancing with Emmett and Daphne, but once I caught his eye, he nodded to a nearby hottie, who immediately cut in. Emmett and Daphne laughed and backed off, though they were never very far away.

When Justin's dance partner lifted Justin's shirt to get a better look at Justin's nipple ring and tugged it gently, Justin threw back his head and laughed. Then he tilted his head in my direction, still smiling brightly, his eyes dancing. I shot him a hungry look. That made him shiver (I could tell even this far away), but he recovered quick, smiling even more brightly.

I watched Justin dance as I sipped my scotch. Soon a slower song, with lots of bass, began to play. Justin began undulating sensuously to the music, eyes closed. My jeans were getting impossibly tighter. Having decided to pursue my quarry more directly, I turned to place my glass on the bar, but when I swung back around, Justin was gone. I automatically started to panic, but when I noted that Emmett and Daphne were smiling, I realized that this was just part of the game. I smirked and started scanning the room. I caught sight of something shimmery red moving up the stairs to the catwalk. I grinned and followed.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I noted that Justin was standing in the middle of the catwalk, holding onto to the metal bar, swaying sinuously to the music, his eyes closed. Some ultra-tan blond was heading toward Justin from the other end. I made it to Justin's side first and glared at the would-be trick. He froze, put up his hands as though in surrender, and backed off. I placed my hands next to Justin's (on either side) on the metal bar and leaned into him.

Then I nudged his ear with my nose and whispered, "You have the most incredible ass. Perfectly rounded. I want to push my 9-inch cock deep inside that luscious ass. I can make you cum buckets without even touching your cock."

To emphasize my point, I rubbed my erection against his ass. Justin's breath hitched in his throat. He wheeled around, now leaning back on the bar, and smiled complacently.

He purred, "I don't need you to tell me how incredible my ass is" even as he lightly drew a finger along my dick through the fabric of my pants.

My cock jumped, which elicited a warm laugh from Justin. Then he ducked under my arm and sauntered away (in the direction the blond would-be trick had headed).

I narrowed my eyes as I watched him go. Once he reached the crowd, he raised his arms and started dancing. After a minute he turned my way. He caught my eye and smiled, gyrating his hips enticingly as though issuing an invitation or a challenge. Then he spun back around and wiggled his ass, but slowly. Fuck, he was sexy! I growled and made my way down to the first floor, but I waited until he had a new dance partner to make my approach. When I was behind him, I slid my hands onto his hips, spun him so that he was facing me, and growled (as I moved my hands to his neck and pulled him to me roughly), catching his lips with my own and kissing him with such ferocity that he went a little limp. He unconsciously steadied himself by placing his hands on my hips.

Justin kissed me back at first, but then pulled away. He laughed and teased, "How do you know I'm even available? I could have a boyfriend or a fiancé."

With intense eyes and a voice very like a growl, I replied, "When a work of art is released to the public, it belongs to everyone. If your fool of a boyfriend or fiancé let you out of the house looking this scorching hot, your body, and, more specifically, your ass, is up for grabs."

On the last word, I grabbed Justin's ass, caressing it even as I pulled him against me, and started grinding my erection against his. I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from Justin's, and looked directly into his eyes.

Then I added, my voice low and husky, "I know you want me to ram your tight little ass, to pound it mercilessly in front of all these people, but I bet you'd like to preface that hard fuck by wrapping your plump lips around my cock, taking all 9 inches."

Justin looked flushed. I tilted my head and smiled.

My arrogant smile brought Justin back to earth. He smiled back at me, matching my arrogance with his own, and purred, "Oh I can swallow a 9-inch cock. Easily. But the question of whether I want to swallow yours, presuming it's all you claim (I quirked an eyebrow at that), well, that's still up in the air."

Then he upped the stakes. He winked at me and dragged his current dance partner toward the backroom by his belt buckle. The little fucker even gave his ass a shake when he knew my eyes were firmly trained on it. I tightened my jaw and clenched and unclenched my hand a few times. Then I smiled and followed. When I arrived, Justin was very slowly unfastening the would-be trick's pants. I stood next to the man and quickly unfastened mine, freeing my now purple and leaking cock. I tilted my head and allowed my eyes to roam Justin's body hungrily. That got his attention. It was as though he could feel the heat of my gaze. Then I started stroking myself. Slowly, so slowly. I moaned softly when precum started leaking more profusely from my slit. Justin unconsciously licked his lips. I knew I had him then.

I crooked a finger at him.

His breathing was ragged now. He approached me as though in a trance. But he didn't fall to his knees. Instead, he whispered, "You want to pound my tight little ass?"

I nodded, my eyes burning with desire.

He added huskily, "Ok. All you have to do is continue jerking off. But your eyes can't leave mine. Not even for a second. And you have to let me play with you a little, not cumming before I say it's okay."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

Justin nodded solemnly. I smiled. Justin, his eyes still glued to mine, brought a finger to his lips and started pushing it into his mouth slowly, licking and sucking on it. My eyes widened. He stepped closer, sliding his hands into my jeans, caressing my ass cheeks gently. Then he drew his saliva-slick finger over my entrance. I started to pant. He smiled and then began pushing his finger inside me. Fuck. I slowed the pace of my stroking. Every single thing he did, every movement, pushed me closer to the edge. I wanted so much to close my eyes and throw back my head, but I couldn't. I needed, needed, to plow his ass in front of everyone here. All these gaping fuckers needed to know that Justin was mine. All mine. I moaned, loudly, when he first touched my prostate, and I inadvertently squeezed my dick. Hard. I nearly came right then. Justin saw the desperation in my eyes, though I tried to mask it. He giggled and continued to massage my prostate, but with even greater pressure. I cursed, "Oh fuck!"

Justin continued his ministrations until I was so desperate for release that my eyes pleaded with him. He smiled a complacent smile and pulled his finger out. Then he pushed my hand away from my dick.

He breathed, "Take me now if you want me."

Son of a bitch! He wasn't going to let me cum until my cock was buried in his tight little ass. I was already so close, but I wanted to take my time fucking him. I growled, freed his cock (and, more importantly, his luscious ass), and pushed him up against the wall roughly. Justin just chuckled. I sheathed my cock, but neither slicked it with lube nor prepared Justin. He was going to feel all 9 inches of my dick. As I started to push my cock into Justin, I thought of pussy, my mother, Mikey (A/N: sorry Mikey lovers...I'm just playing), and every other unsexy thing I could think of.

Justin observed, "You're a very naughty boy…" but he moaned in pleasure. He liked to be taken hard, and I knew it. Then he taunted, "Is that all you got?"

I growled and thrust all the way in. Justin cried out.

I teased, "How's that?"

The little fucker replied saucily, though he was breathing heavy and flushed, "That's hardly pounding, is it?"

I growled and bit his neck, hard, as I began ramming my cock in and out of him as hard and fast as I could. He breathed in sharply, but didn't cry out.

Justin pushed back on every thrust and moaned low in his throat. Then he cried out, "Fuck yeah!" spread his legs and bent all the way over, bracing himself against the wall at the bottom with his hands. I let out a strangled moan as my cock slid in even deeper. Then I squeezed his hips hard, shut my eyes tight, and threw back my head even as I automatically started fucking him harder. I no longer had any control. But if I had anything to say about it, neither would Justin. I slipped my finger into his ass under my dick (while I continued to pound him) until I found his prostate. Then I began massaging it. Between the pressure I actually exerted with my finger and the added pressure from my cock as I thrust in and out, Justin was a moaning, mewling mass of jello.

Seconds later his orgasm tore through him. He cried out, "Ohh….ohhhhhh…..ohhhhhhhhh," and came so hard that I felt recoil, shooting in long white spurts against the wall, though we had both completely neglected his cock. Then his ass clamped down onto mine; I exploded inside him and roared.

I collapsed onto Justin's back, and, without even thinking, I started rubbing my cheek against him even as my chest heaved. Once we'd both caught our breath, I pulled out and tossed the condom aside. Justin stood all the way up, though a little unsteadily, and exclaimed, "Holy fuck!"

I chuckled. "There was nothing holy about that, Angel, but it sure was fucking hot!