Daphne sighed as she parked her car.  She got out and made sure to unlock the trunk before she turned off the car.  She got out and then walked back to get some books she had left there.  She then closed it and walked to the building.  She was so tired and she would have gone to sleep as soon as everyone had left if it wasn’t because she had offered to take Hunter and Emmett home.

When she got into the apartment she put the books at the table and her purse in the sofa.  She walked to the kitchen and the stopped feeling like someone was with her.

“Justin?” Daphne asked even thought she knew Justin wouldn’t have come back. 

No one in the apartment answered.  She sighed and opened the fridge to take out some juice.  Then her body froze as she heard the floorboards.  

“Justin,” Daphne called again.  She grabbed a knife and walked towards the hall.  “Justin, are you there?  Did you have a fight with Brian or something?”

“It’s not Justin,” the man said.

“Fuck!”  Daphne gasped and stepped back.  “Jesus fuck!”  

“What?” he asked.

“Jesus fuck!”  Daphne said putting a hand over her chest.  “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he shrugged.  “What’s with the knife?”

“Oh,” Daphne said.  “I thought it was a burglar or something.”

“I see,” he stepped closer.

“Wait a minute,” Daphne said.  “What the fuck are you doing here?  How did you get in here?”

He suddenly reached for the knife she was holding.  She tried to pull back but he was stronger.  Daphne couldn’t believe her eyes as he advanced on her.  She never had a chance, not really.  She tried to fight him but it didn’t work in the end.  

She had kicked him but it was as if he was made of steel.  He stabbed her, nothing too deep but enough to cause pain and make her start to lose the fight.  She couldn’t believe it was happening.  

“Oh god,” Daphne had yelled when she saw the blood on her hands.

“You did this to yourself,” he told her.

Daphne couldn’t process what he was saying.  She just wanted him to leave her alone.  “Fuck you!” she ran to get the phone.  She grabbed it but that’s all she had time to do.

He stood behind her and stabbed her again.  He pulled her back and then watched as her brown eyes slowly closed.  He shook his head.  He hadn’t wanted to kill her but he had to, there wasn’t any other choice.

***

Duncan knocked on the door and waited.  Finally Michael opened the door but when he saw that it was Duncan he slammed it shut.

“I want to talk to you,” Duncan yelled.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Michael shouted from the other side.

“Please,” Duncan told him.  “Just hear me out.”

“No!”  Michael hissed.  “Get off of my property, now!!”

“The cops talked to me,” Duncan told him.  “They think I did it.  But it wasn’t me.”

Michael put his forehead against the door.  

“Please, Michael,” Duncan begged. “Just let me in.”

Michael reached for the dead bolt and opened the door.  Duncan stood there with tears in his eyes.  

“I love you,” Duncan told him.  “I love you so much, Michael.  I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Michael frowned and took a step towards the smaller man.  He put his arms around Duncan’s body and held him tight.  

“I didn’t do it,” Duncan told him crying. “I swear to you that I didn’t.”  

Michael looked at the dirty-blond haired man in his arms and believed him.  He couldn’t help it.  He guided Duncan inside the apartment.  He secured the front door and then they went to the guest room.

“Sit down,” Michael said.

“I don’t feel comfortable being here,” Duncan told him.

“This is the guest room,” Michael explained.

“Oh,” Duncan said.

“And we are not doing anything,” Michael sat next to him.  “We are only talking.”

Duncan nodded and looked at the floor.  His mind was racing with many turbulent thoughts.  He wondered if Michael and he were going to keep on seeing one another.  He wondered what people would think if they got together.  

“I thought about you,” Michael admitted.

Duncan smiled but then that smile went away. “I hope you don’t think I was...the one that...fuck!”

“It crossed my mind,” Michael smirked.

“Thanks for being so honest,” Duncan said as he got up to leave.

“Wait,” Michael stopped him.  “I don’t want you to go.  I was a mess, okay.”

“Why?”  Duncan asked

“I kept thinking how much I wanted you next to me.  But I couldn’t call you, I was too scared that you were...a killer,” Michael closed his eyes when he said the word.

Duncan looked away and a tear slipped out.  “I...I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m sorry,” Michael muttered.  

Duncan looked at Michael and nodded.  He hugged the dark haired man to him.  He wasn’t going to let him go.  He didn’t want to. 

“What the fuck are you two doing?”  Hunter demanded.

Michael pulled away slowly and turned to look at Hunter.  “It’s not what you think,” Michael stated.

Hunter crossed his arms.  “What the fuck is he doing here?” he asked. 
 
“He came to visit me,” Michael said.

“Bullshit!”  Hunter yelled.  “You are fucking him.”

“I think I better leave,” Duncan said.

“No,” Michael told him.  “You stay.  And you go to your room.  I’m going to have a talk with you.”

Hunter didn’t like it one bit but he did went to his room.  Duncan took a deep breath and sat down in the bed.  Michael walked over to him and kissed him.  

“I should go,” Duncan muttered.

Michael shook his head and said, “you stay here while I go talk to him.”

Duncan just nodded his head.

Michael went in search of Hunter.  He caught him about to sneak out through his window.  “Where do you think you are going?”

Hunter stopped and then came back inside.

“I know that we are going through a tough time,” Michael started.

“Bullshit,” Hunter hissed.  “You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

Michael shook his head.  “That’s not true.  I care about you, Hunter.  You are like a son to me.”

Hunter looked away.  “Why is he here?”

Michael swallowed.  “We have been seeing each other for a while now.”

Hunter couldn’t believe it.  He didn’t want to believe it.  “Did Ben know?”

“He did,” Michael said.  “But he didn’t want to accept it.”

“Were you guys going to break up?”  Hunter asked.

“I don’t know,” Michael walked closer to him.  “Duncan is not going to come live with us or anything like that...for now.  And I want you to try and get along with him.”

Hunter frowned.

“You don’t have to talk to him now...just don’t be rude,” Michael told him.

Hunter nodded.

“And if you are going to leave this house, use a door,” Michael smiled at him and then walked away to talk to Duncan.

“Hey,” Duncan said when Michael came back.  “Is he alright?”

Michael nodded and sat again with him again.  “So, do you want to have dinner with us?” he asked.

Duncan frowned.  “I don’t know,” the blond told him.

“Please,” Michael muttered and kissed him on the neck.

“O-okay,” Duncan agreed and hoped everything went smoothly.

***

Justin parked his car in one of the alleys close to Babylon.  He got out and locked it.  Then he started walking towards the club.  He looked back feeling as if someone was watching him but he didn’t see a thing.

“Justin,” Michael shouted from the entrance.  “What the hell are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”  Justin asked.  “Hey,” he said as he waved at Duncan.

“You are all alone,” Michael said.  “With all that has happened to you?”

“There are people around,” Justin said.  “It’s no big deal.”

Michael shook his head.  “You are nuts.”

“Brian is waiting for me,” Justin told him as they went inside.

“He’s over there,” Duncan said as he pointed to the bar.

Justin smiled from ear to ear.

“Want to dance?” Michael asked just above a whisper to Duncan.

Duncan nodded and they headed off to the dance floor.  Justin walked over to his man.  When he reached Brian he wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist.

Brian turned around with a smile on his face.  “You are late.”

“My car wouldn’t start,” Justin said.

“You are going to have to do better than that,” Brian caressed Justin’s neck.  “You have used that excuse before.”

“It’s not an excuse,” Justin said closing his eyes.  He felt his whole body vibrating with the music as Brian touched him.  “It’s the truth.”

“Oh yeah?” Brian asked as his lips rubbed against Justin’s own.

“I want you, Brian,” Justin told him.  He moved forward and kissed Brian hard.  

“Here?” Brian asked.

“I don’t care,” the blond told him.

Brian nodded and grabbed his hand.  They walked through the mass of throbbing bodies and reached their destination, the backroom.  Brian led the way and found a dark corner for them.

“People are looking at us,” Justin muttered.

Brian smiled and kissed him hared.  “They know we are hot.”

Justin smiled and nodded.  Brian turned him around facing the wall.  

“I’m so horny Brian,” Justin moaned as Brian licked his neck.

Then the brunet unzipped his jeans.  Justin pushed his pants down eager to have the brunet inside of him.  Brian squeezed Justin’s bare ass.  He couldn’t wait any longer.  He put the condom on and reached for the lube.  He prepared Justin quickly; Justin’s moans were driving him crazy.

“Oh god,” Justin pushed back against Brian once the brunet was buried deep inside of him. 

Brian gave it all he had.  His thrust never faltered as he fucked the blond. 

“Harder,” Justin hissed.

Brian loved the way Justin could never get enough.  He pushed faster and faster.  He was so close of coming and he wanted Justin there with him.  He grabbed the blond’s cock and jerked him off in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Oh god!” Justin shouted as he held on to the wall.  His cum splashed on the wall and soaked Brian’s hand.

“Hmm,” Brian grunted behind him as he came too.

Justin felt empty when Brian pulled away from him.  He pulled his pants up and turned around to watch Brian. 

“Come on,” Brian said.  “I need a drink.”

Justin nodded and followed him. When they got to the bar Michael and Duncan were making out.  

“Looks like fun,” Brian said and then pushed Michael and Duncan apart.  He stood in between them and smirked.  “Am I bothering you guys?”

Justin laughed and slithered into Brian’s arms.  “Don’t listen to him,” Justin told them.

Michael shook his head and moved so that he could be next to his man.

Brian ordered a drink for him and Justin. They talked for a while and then Brian disappeared towards the backroom.  Justin’s face fell a little.

“Do you want to dance?” Michael asked.

Duncan smiled knowing what the man was trying to do.

“Sure,” Justin told him putting his drink away.

Michael and Justin were dancing and talking.  They were having a good time when suddenly someone bumped into Justin.  Justin turned around and smiled.  “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck off, asshole,” some guy said as he pushed Justin back.

“Hey,” Michael hissed.  “What the fuck is your problem?”

“He doesn’t know how to be in his own space,” he told them, his voice hissing at them.

“Sorry,” Justin told him.  “I didn’t see you plus it’s a dance floor.  People are bound to hit one another.”

“He’s an ugly asshole, who doesn’t need any fucking explanation,” Michael spat out.  “What kind of moron are you?”

“Fuck you,” the guy yelled at Michael.

“What’s going on?”  Duncan asked coming towards them.

“Fuck you!”  Michael hissed back at the guy.

“We are not looking for trouble,” Duncan said as he pushed Michael back.

“He’s an asshole,” Justin told him.  “Just leave us the fuck alone.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man asked coming towards Justin.  He looked very pissed.

Michael pushed him off and dangerously replied, “who the fuck do YOU think you are?”

Duncan shook his head and went in search of Brian.  The situation didn’t look good and he was afraid someone was going to get hurt.  He went to the backroom and looked around for the man.  “Brian?”

Brian turned to look at him and arched a brow.  “What?” he calmly asked.

“Michael and Justin are up there arguing with some asshole,” Duncan said.  “Can you just come and tell them to stop it.”

Brian pushed the trick away from his cock and then zipped his pants up.  He followed Duncan back to the dance floor.  He frowned when he saw that Michael was helping Justin to get up.

“What the fuck happened?”  Brian asked angry.

“That asshole hit me,” Justin hissed.

“Fuck this shit,” the man said and then showed them the finger.  “I have better things to do.”

Michael shook his head.  “Are you okay, Justin?”

“Yeah,” Justin said and buried his face on Brian’s chest.  

“I leave you guys for one second and you act like animals,” Brian said as he looked at the man that had hit Justin.  He made sure that he remembered everything about him.  He would deal with him later for having hurt Justin.

“He’s an idiot,” Justin said.  

“Let me see,” Brian said looking at Justin’s face.  “You’ll survive.”

“I’m going to go,” Justin told them as he pulled away from Brian.

“Are you sure?”  Duncan asked.

“Yeah,” Justin told him.

“I’ll go with you,” Brian told him.

“I don’t want to ruin your night, Bri,” Justin said.

Brian shook his head and grabbed the blond by the arm.  “Let’s go.”

Justin waved goodbye at Michael and Duncan.  

***

Lindsay got up and picked Justin’s plate.  

“I can take it to the kitchen,” Justin protested.

“That’s okay,” Lindsay assured him.  “You are our guest.”

“I just came to see Gus,” Justin told her.

“We know,” Melanie smiled.  

Gus walked over to Justin and tugged at the blond’s jeans.

“What is it?” Justin asked looking down.  He picked the boy up when Gus raised his arms.

“You sure can eat,” Lindsay said coming back.

Justin laughed and shook his head.  “It was great, what can I say.”

“Thank you,” Melanie said.  “Lindsay and I cooked.”

“Gus is taken with you,” Lindsay said.

“I can see that,” Justin told them as he caressed the back of the boy.  

Gus had quickly fallen asleep holding onto Justin really quickly.

“He was beat,” Melanie said.  “I can take him.”

Justin handed Gus to her and smiled.  “He’s so adorable.”

“Thank you,” Lindsay said.

“Well,” Justin looked from one girl to the other.  “I have to go.”

“You can come back at any time you want,” Lindsay said.  She walked Justin to the door and hugged him.

“Thanks,” Justin told her as he pulled out his car keys.  He walked to his car and dialed Brian’s number.  He rolled his eyes when the call failed.  He got inside and drove to the loft.  He couldn’t wait to see the brunet.  He had only had been away from him for a few hours but he needed him already.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Brian asked when Justin entered the loft.

“I was with Gus,” Justin said.

“So it’s him who you have been secretly cheating on me with,” Brian teased.

Justin smiled and nodded as he walked over to the brunet.  “He’s so cute.”

Brian smiled and pulled Justin into his lap.  They started kissing each other very slowly.  Their hands roamed each other but there was no hurry in doing anything else.  Justin shifted so that he was straddling Brian’s legs.

“You taste so good,” Brian told him.

Justin smiled and kissed Brian’s neck.  “I missed you today.”

“You did?” Brian asked and felt great knowing that.  He had missed the blond but he didn’t have to say that to him.  He never had promised him anything at all.

“Are you okay?” Justin asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” Brian said pushing Justin off of him.  He got up and walked to the kitchen.  “Did you eat?”

“Yeah,” Justin said in a low voice.

“What did you do today?” Brian asked.

“I went to school and then I went to see Gus,” Justin said.  “Just what I told you I was going to do.”

“Gus likes you a lot,” Brian muttered.

“Yeah,” Justin said and looked at Brian.

Brian nodded and thought about it. 

“What are you thinking about?”  Justin asked.

“What would happen if you and I went our separate ways,” Brian said.  “He really likes you.”

Justin smiled.  “That won’t happen.  You have my permission to chain me to the bed.”

Brian walked over to him.  “Mmm, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Justin laughed and started backing away into the bedroom.  Brian followed him.  They both got in the bed and stared kissing.

“Do you want me to stay tonight too?” Justin asked.

“Yeah,” Brian muttered. 

Justin smiled and got on top of Brian.  “I love you, Brian Kinney.”

Brian put a finger over Justin’s lips.  “Don’t tell anyone.”

Justin nodded and they started kissing again.  Brian couldn’t believe how happy he was with the blond.  He was not going to let anyone take his blond away from him.  He would even chain the blond to the bed so he could never lose the blond.

***

Justin unlocked the door to his apartment and went inside.  He hadn’t been there in a few days.  It was each day more that he had all of his clothes at Brian.  He came to see that Daphne was okay and to get some books for school.  He walked to the kitchen and frowned when he found the fridge door open.  “Daphne!” he made a face when the smell of the food hit him, it smelled like something had rotted.  

When he looked around he saw that there was still food from the ‘get together’ on the kitchen.  “Jesus, Daphne,” he muttered.  “You can turn into such a slob sometimes.  Daphne,” he called and then went to her room but she wasn’t there either.  “Where the heck are you?”  

There was a knock on the door and he went to open it.  

“Yes?”  Justin asked looking at the guy in front of him.

“I’m Walter,” he told Justin.  “I came to bring Daphne her stuff.”

Justin frowned and asked, “how did you get in?”

“Someone was coming out and I snuck in,” Walter told him smiling.  “I’m sorry about that.”

“No, it’s okay.  So what stuff did you bring her?” Justin asked grabbing the papers that Walter was giving him.

“She missed that in class so I figured she was sick.  I brought her homework and class assignments,” Walter said.  “When I get sick Daphne is kind enough to do the same for me.”

“I didn’t know she was sick?” Justin said putting the papers in the table closest to him.  “Come on in.”

Walter stepped inside.  “She hasn’t been to class in the past three days.  I just figured she was sick.”

“Oh,” Justin scratched the back of his head. “Well, I don’t know what’s going on...I can’t seem to find her.”

“Can you tell her that I passed by?” Walter asked.

Justin nodded.  “Yeah, she must have...I don’t know.  I came home and she’s nowhere to be found.  Fuck.  Maybe she just went out and partied too hard and now is resting somewhere.”

Walter frowned and looked at the sofa.  “Isn’t that her purse?”

Justin walked over to it and picked it up.  He searched inside and pulled out her keys.  “Damn it.”

Walter felt the hair on his back stand out, something was definitely wrong.

“I’m calling the cops,” Justin announced.

Walter nodded and stayed there.  He was worried about Daphne.

“Fuck,” the words escaped out of Justin’s mouth.  It was barely a whisper and it was all that Justin thought the minute he saw the phone with a red print on it, a handprint which looked an awful lot like blood.