Justin had left while it was still dark to work an early shift at the diner. Oddly, Brian awoke when Justin rose and had been tossing and turning since. Thus, he soon found himself engaging in an unprecedented activity, that is to say, entering the diner at the crack of dawn. Brian was surprised to discover that the diner was hopping. Half the patrons were still awake from the night before, gabbing away about who'd been out at the clubs and the after parties they'd come from. The rest seemed to be half-asleep, drinking their coffee and eating their breakfasts mechanically. Brian smiled when his eyes lighted on Justin. He was carrying five plates with ease, weaving skillfully around patrons who were milling about. When Justin stopped at a table and started distributing the plates, one of the customers grabbed his ass.

Inner Brian growled, "Mine!" with such ferocity that Justin jumped (nearly a foot). He looked back toward the door, smiling brightly when he saw Brian. Brian was standing there, his face wearing a look of amusement, though his eyes were cold and dark. Justin quickly excused himself and approached Brian, who had moved to sit at the counter.

Incredulously, Justin asked, "What are you doing here so early? Scratch that. What are you doing out of bed so early?"

Brian cleared his throat and looked down. Then he replied, "A high-profile client asked for an early meeting."

Justin continued to fix Brian with an incredulous gaze, not even blinking. After an extremely long pause, Justin inquired slowly, "At seven in the morning?"

Brian cleared his throat again. "He's still on London time."

Justin nodded slowly. He didn't believe Brian, not for a second, but he decided to let the matter drop. He knew he'd never get Brian to admit his true motivation. Instead, he poured Brian a cup of coffee. Just as he was setting it down, a party was leaving. One member had been shamelessly flirting with Justin for their entire visit. In fact, he came in regularly to do just that. Debbie had even told Justin that the man had asked for Justin's schedule. Justin had no interest, but sometimes he flirted back anyway. The customer was, after all, an excellent tipper. He smiled at the departing man and even winked. A second later, Justin heard a low growl resounding in his head. Justin looked at Brian. Brian was watching Justin with what appeared to be an impassive expression. Then, as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips, he said, "You should fuck him. Looks like he'd be up for nearly anything as long as it involved you."

Justin was suddenly, and a little unreasonably, pissed. He muttered, "Maybe I will" and actually ran after the man, who stopped the moment he saw Justin approaching. Justin scribbled something on an empty check and handed it to him. Then he smiled brightly and singsonged, "Call me!"

The magnitude of the man's smile rivaled that of one of Justin's brightest. He replied softly, "I will" and exited the diner in a daze.

Then Justin shot Brian a dirty look and went to clean their table.

Meanwhile, inner Justin wondered, "Should I have gone back to Brian? Will our relationship ever change? Is it so wrong to want a boyfriend who only wants me? I don't know why I bother holding anything sacred when it comes to us. I keep trying to make us into something we aren't. Something we'll never be. Maybe I should just let other men fuck me. At least then we'd be on even footing. I mean there's nothing Brian hasn't done, nothing that he's only done with me."

Brian jumped off his stool and grabbed Justin by the arm, pulling him into the bathroom. Once he was sure it was empty, he locked the door and turned to face a very startled, very pissed off Justin.

"What the fuck, Brian?"

Brian snapped, "That's just what I wanted to ask you."

Justin was taken aback. "What?"

"What the fuck do you mean there's nothing I've only done with you?"

Justin's eyes were as wide as saucers now. Had he spoken those words aloud? Or was Brian suddenly a mind reader?

"Two days ago, I told you that I love you. How many people that I've fucked do you suppose I've said those words to?"

Before Justin could respond, Brian answered curtly, "Exactly one. You. And how many men that I've fucked have I lived with? Or eaten a home-cooked meal they'd prepared? Or gone to their prom? Or waltzed with? And no. You weren't my first fuck. But that hardly makes me everyone else's bottom boy. Before I met you, I'd been fucked exactly once."

"What?"

"Yes. My gym teacher. The one I was so enamored with…I let him fuck me. Once. He never spoke to me again. I decided then and there that I would bottom for no man. Never again. That I would never become emotionally involved with anyone I was fucking. Never again. You've made me break almost every one of my rules. You have no fucking right to say anything. No fucking right."

Brian shook his head and turned to leave.

Justin ran toward him, crying, "Brian…wait…"

Suddenly, Brian turned around and grabbed Justin, pushing him back until he was pinned against the far wall. Brian growled, "You say you want all of me, but are you sure you're prepared for that?"

Justin was a little scared, but he nodded. He felt sure he could meet all of Brian's needs, sexual and otherwise, if given the chance.

"I have some pretty fucked up fantasies. You think you know me, but you've only seen the tip of the iceberg. I am much more twisted than you could ever imagine."

"I love you, Brian. Nothing could change that. Nothing could make me want you less. Nothing."

Brian smirked. "I guess we'll just have to put that to the test."

Justin smiled a little shyly. If he wasn't mistaken, Brian had just agreed to give monogamy a try. He asked tentatively, "You mean…"

"Yes, Sunshine. I'm yours. All yours. I won't touch anyone else or let anyone else touch me, provided you agree to the same."

Justin nodded excitedly.

Brian chuckled. "We'll see how excited you are in a month. You might beg me to start tricking again."

Justin rolled his eyes. As if that would ever happen. Still Brian's words were ominous, and the look in his eyes, a little frightening. Was it all bluster? He shook his head and dismissed his nagging doubts for the moment. Whatever the context, Justin had finally gotten his wish, what he'd wanted desperately for two years. He wasn't going to let anything ruin it. Brian was finally his. All his.