Moonlight, Magic and Mystery – 9

<i> Where did my master go?” Killer asked the golden kitten. He was sitting on the floor watching the kitten push silken pillows on the floor from the high white mountain.

“He’s busy.”  Ty panted. It was a lot of work making sure this stupid dog had a place to sleep. “There that’s the last one. Now you can sleep here. Brian will have a bed for you soon.” 

“You don’t have a bed.” The puppy sniffed the cushions before putting one of his saucer sized paws on it. It slipped and he fell forward, legs askew. “Very dangerous.” He muttered as he clambered on. 

“I am Wah, I sleep where I please.” Ty said jumping back up to the sofa to stare down at the curly puppy.

“That’s not fair.” Killer whined. 

“Having to look after a stupid dog is not fair. I’m not whining about that.” Ty glared before settling himself on the soft white sofa, his ends tucked under. “Go to sleep.” </i>

Brian waited until nightfall of the day after Justin’s prom, before he made his first move. He’d been back to the loft for a few minutes to make sure Killer and Ty were fed and to explain to Ty what had happened. He needed the cat to be aware that his guardianship of the loft was more needed than ever. Killer at his young age was more like a typical, rather dumb dog. Being fuzzy black and larger than he should be wasn’t helping his image any. 

Ty had dragged a few cushions off of the sofa for Killer to sleep on. At least the dog wasn’t able to climb on the bed yet. For that Brian was grateful.  

He changed into black jeans and a black tee shirt before grabbing his leather jacket and heading to Gus’ place. He needed to reassure himself that Gus was safe and that the security precautions were in place to keep him that way. 

“Brian, how’s Justin?” Lindsay asked when she opened the door.

“Still the same.” He said stepping into her house. “I want to see Gus before I head back to the hospital.” 

“He’s in the living room.” Lindsay looked at her friend. “The radio station says no one knows what happened. They can’t get a clear statement from anyone, just a lot of garbled thoughts. There’s speculation it was some kind of prank that went wrong.” 

“I wouldn’t know. Things happened too quickly for me to tell what was happening and why.” Brian lied as he picked up Gus from the swing he was in. “Hey there Sonny Boy, it’s been a busy couple of days.”

“Jus?” Gus asked in a small voice.

“I’m looking after it.” Brian whispered to his son as he nuzzled the baby’s neck. “I want you to stay safe.” 

Just then the doorbell rang and Lindsay went over to answer it. “Mrs. Kinney.” She stammered, not quite knowing what to say. 

Brian knew immediately that his mother was there to protect his son. She was a powerful part of the Wahjee people, though until a couple of days ago he hadn’t realized just how powerful she was. “Mom, this is Gus.” Brian said handing his son to his mother. No words were spoken between them. Lindsay was human and they couldn’t discuss what was needed in front of her. 

“Hello.” Joan said to the baby. “I’m your Nanny Joan.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry to drop in on you unannounced, but Brian insisted.” Joan said to Lindsay.

“I forgot to mention you were coming over, mom.” Brian said. He turned to Lindsay. “If you don’t mind, mom would like to spend some time with Gus. I have to get back to Justin.” 

“But…” Lindsay began confused as to why Brian’s mother was there. She’d been under the impression that Brian didn’t get along with his mother, and here she was and Brian was fine with it. But her WASP upbringing took over and Lindsay smiled. “Would you like a cup of tea Mrs. Kinney?” 

“That would be lovely dear.” Joan said. “I think Gus and I will sit here on the rocking chair. What a delightful room you have, from here you can see every entrance and still look out the windows.” She smiled and sat down. “Brian, you run along and see to Justin. He needs you now. Gus will be fine, he is, after all, your son.” And then she said something Lindsay thought was weird. “With each generation of hearts filled with white light, the light increases and thus does the power. That is your gift to your son.” 

Brian flushed, kissed his mother on her cheek and his son on his forehead before moving to the door. “I’ll call you when I know something, Linds.” He said to his friend. 

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Justin, his mind trapped in a body that was stuck in a hospital bed, broken and aching, raged silently, eyes shut. He’d been blindsided by Chris Hobbes and he knew it. By letting his guard down for a few seconds to show Brian the love he felt for him in the presence of the humans that he’d attended school with. He couldn’t believe he’d made such a stupid mistake. He should have known things were going too smoothly. 

He could hear sounds that indicated he was in a hospital. It made sense. To a human, he’d look like he’d been assaulted. His head hurt, no doubt where Chris Hobbes had lobbed the spell to kill him.  If he could have laughed he would have. Chris must be pissed. Justin was protected by more than just his own hereditary powers, he had Brian and Gus aligned with him now. Love alignments were more powerful than any other kind. Not that it was doing him a lot of good right now. Of course being alive was a good thing. Being alive and in a state resembling a coma, was a bad thing. Justin wondered how he was going to get out of this. Or better yet, how Brian was going to get him out of this mess. He knew without a doubt that Brian would be doing everything he could to find Hobbes and reverse what had been done.

“Jus, Jus.” The words filtered into his conscious mind, relaxing him slightly. It was Gus. “Jus, don’t be sad, Da fix.” He heard. “Gus sing sleep song for you.” And then Justin began to hear the words of the ancient lullaby he’d sung to Gus. The words accented correctly, though the voice was only learning how to speak. A haunting melody woven with healing power filled Justin’s mind. The blond who had discovered the love of a child at such a young age, gave himself up into the baby’s hands, knowing he’d be safe while he slept.

In the waiting area near Justin’s hospital room, Debbie arrived with lunch for anyone who might be there. She was hoping that she’d see Brian; she knew how much he must be beating himself up over what had happened. Justin’s bashing, for that’s what it was now being called, had affected a lot of people in the community. 

A quick peek inside Justin’s room told her he was alone. She’d been surprised right from the start that his mother wasn’t around. Debbie had a warm feeling for the young boy lying in the sterile room.  She couldn’t leave him in there alone. Looking back over her shoulder to check on the others, Debbie slipped inside. “Hey there Sunshine.” She spoke softly, afraid to make any noise. Though the machines that beeped and groaned and sloshed didn’t have the same fear. 

Debbie pulled a chair up beside Justin’s bed and took his hand in hers. “You’re doing good, well pretty good. You’ve given us all quite a scare. Brian is out trying to be his usual super hero self, you know how he gets. Vic is going home soon to bake. I bet your nurses will get sick of all the cakes and cookies he ends up bringing in.” she smoothed Justin hair back off of his forehead and then leaned in to kiss him gently. “Your temperature is fine.” She smiled and sat back down. “You sleep baby and get better, let your body heal. I’ll just sit here and watch over you.” 

She ignored the tear that ran down her cheek as she began to pray the prayers of her youth. While she prayed, she was sure she could hear singing in a language she didn’t know. The words were somehow comforting. They made her feel safe and secure, though she wasn’t sure why. The words of the song wove in and around her, making the room seem like it was filled with cotton wool, and Debbie’s eyes closed, her head lay on the bed beside Justin’s hand. She slept the sleep of the just, knowing she was safe, though from what she never knew or even wondered about.

Brian realized as he made the rounds searching for Chris Hobbes, that this fight between the Hobbes’ and Justin was going to be something that wouldn’t end now or easily. The best he could hope for would be to find Hobbes and secure him enough that Justin’s body and mind could be released from the thrall the kid had put him into. 

He was walking out to his jeep, Killer on a leash, when Michael seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Hey Brian.” Michael said. “Mom said not to worry, she’s staying with Justin today.” 

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?” Michael looked in horror at his pant leg that was now firmly in Killer’s mouth, a deep very grown up growl coming from the large puppy.

“Biting your pant leg.” Brian drawled as he looked down. “Hey Killer, your job is inside not outside.” The dog stopped what he was doing and looked up at Brian. “I’m not worried about Justin, he’s in good hands.” He bent down to pat the dog. “I have to take Killer for a short walk and then I have things to do.” 

“Who owns the dog?” Michael asked, walking well away from sharp puppy teeth. 

“He’s mine.”

“You don’t like dogs.” 

“I like you, why wouldn’t I like dogs?” Brian asked. 

“You’ve never had a dog before.”

“I have one now.”

“Where did you get it?” 

“What is this, twenty questions? He was a present from Justin.” Brian had walked the dog to a grassy area down the block while Michael followed along. 

“I should have known.” Michael sounded pissed. 

“Don’t go there Mikey.” Brian warned. He leaned down and cleaned up after Killer before turning to head back to the loft. His stride was long, but the puppy kept up. He might have been young, but he didn’t mind running after his master. 

“Brian, have you spoken to the police yet?” Michael continued to run after his old friend. 

“About what?” Brian asked, of course he knew about what, but he wanted Michael to say the words. 

“About Justin’s bashing. I mean you could have been hurt or even killed. I don’t understand why you went there anyway. I mean, it was just a dance with a bunch of kids. You didn’t even go to our prom.”

Brian could see Justin’s point. There were certainly times when Michael would make a great toad. “Can’t talk now, Mikey.” Brian said, letting himself and Killer into the Tremont building and then doing something he wouldn’t normally have considered. He put a quick spell on the door making it unable to open for two minutes. Long enough for Michael to become discouraged and leave. 

“Hey Ty.” Brian said, once he and Killer were inside the loft. The cat had jumped up to his shoulder, his favorite perch. Brian wasn’t sure how the small cat managed to do this trick without him feeling claws, but it was rather reassuring once he was there. He felt a momentary sadness that he’d been unable to have a Wah cat when he was eight, but glad he had one now. “I know for sure now that it was the Hobbes family who poisoned their son’s mind against Justin. And because of that Chris felt he should do something to destroy the boy. I’d like to think he hadn’t meant to use enough force to kill him, but I don’t know that for sure. If Gus hadn’t intervened by warning me, there might have been an all out war declared. It isn’t how I’ve lived my life. I’ve never knowingly harmed anyone and I don’t plan on starting now. I need some help from you Ty, in figuring out how we’re going to handle this. I need Justin back and I need him back now and in good shape.”

Brian found talking to Ty somehow comforting. He was glad Michael wasn’t around to see or hear him. He’d think he’d lost his mind. There were times he wondered himself if he hadn’t done just that. Times when he held a blond boy twelve years his junior with laughing blue eyes and an insatiable desire for sex and wondered how he’d come to love him. Brian shook his head to clear it. 

He sealed the door to his loft and headed for the shower. For what he had to do, he needed to be prepared. His knowledge of spells and magic and all the other rigmarole that went with being a wizard of the highest order was nothing he’d needed lessons to learn or an apprenticeship to fill. Things like that were for those who knew bits and pieces of Wahjee lore, not really understanding that there was truth in legend. 

Brian Kinney was from a long line of powerful Irish based Wahjee. Some even said that the Kinney’s had been part of the first High Council. It didn’t matter to Brian right now. He knew what he’d been born to do. What his mother had wanted for him from the moment of his birth and perhaps even longer than that. He was meant to keep Justin Taylor safe and out of harm, for the young blond was meant for great things in his lifetime. And he was to do so, by using white light and white light only, nothing that would harm Zane Hobbes or his son Chris. He needed to find a way to turn the evil Chris had unleashed back on the boy, for it would return doubled or more. 

Chris Hobbes would be stopped by his own hand, not by Brian Kinney’s or Justin Taylor’s. 

And so began Brian’s all night vigil on the roof of the Tremont building.  Tonight, like every night for the next twenty-one days, Brian showered, cleaning his body. When he was done, he and the two animals would walk up to the roof under the cover of darkness. Killer would pace around the grassy area three times before settling down just right of center. Brian was sitting directly in the center of the grass, his legs folded in the lotus position. Once they were settled. Ty would make the circle counter clockwise seven times, taking care to stop and listen at the four points, north, south, east and west, before he would walk to Brian and sit on the cross his legs made. 

Across the city, Gus would be rocked in his grandmother’s arms while she, and in turn he, would sing the protection lullaby that kept his mother’s calm and accepting of the nightly visits from Joan Kinney and his Justin safe. Two things that were necessary for his father to pull in white light from himself and from Justin to form a barrier to return that which meant harm to Chris Hobbes and his henchmen.

And each night for twenty-one days, Justin lay sleeping in his hospital bed. His superficial injuries healed, but he was still trapped inside himself, unable to speak or even open his eyes. He could hear the care and concern in the voices of those who continued to visit him day after day. He knew they were worried that he wouldn’t regain consciousness. And he knew that one and all were unhappy that Brian didn’t appear to ever visit the hospital. 

But he wasn’t, because each night, just before midnight, Brian popped into his room to kiss him goodnight and tell him he was loved. He would rub lip-gloss into his lips and smooth lotion into his skin. It was only the barest of moments, but it was enough to keep Justin from lapsing into despair as he knew his Brian was taking care of him.  

Twenty-one nights of sitting naked under the star strewn sky, in all weather. Protected by those who loved him, guarded by a young dog, that by the twenty first day had tripled in size. And by a Wah cat, golden and sleek, eyes as green as glass, mentally connected to Brian, and in turn with Justin, as Brian’s true love. In this time, with the help of Wahjee all over the world, Brian focused on Justin until finally on that last day, he’d located the exact point where the black forces Chris Hobbes had used, were hidden inside Justin’s comatose body. 

Brian used all that he had to get around the hidden spot, not noticing the clouds above his head that threatened to come lower and eventually smother the life force from his body. 

Killer was the first to be aware of the evil pressing down. He might not have magic in his body. Or be from a long line of Wah cats. But he was a dog and dogs throughout time, have forged a bond with their pack, of which Brian was the leader. He gave one quiet woof, uttered low enough not to startle Brian, but loud enough to warn Ty. Ty had grown as well during the past three weeks, but not to the same extent as his roommate. But he’d grown inside as well, developing his inborn powers so when the dog warned him, he was able to ward off the evil that threatened to envelope them all. 

All this drama in the city of Pittsburgh was taking place while life around them went on. The defeat of the heavy evil above the Tremont building snapped back to the lump of evil placed inside of Justin, causing it to vibrate with such strength that in seconds, with Brian guiding it, the evil ricocheted back to Chris Hobbes. It exploded around him with enough force that he’d be dogged by bad luck in all aspects of his life for the next seven years. All brought on through his jealousy of Justin. 

At dawn, Brian rose to his feet. He shook off the stiffness in his body, smiling when he saw Killer and Ty doing much the same. “I’m going to get my boy back.” He announced to the two animals. 

Killer loped around the roof jumping and hopping like some kind of multi jointed clown dog. He was so excited about hearing Justin was returning. Ty watched him for a few minutes and then lifted his leg to wash the base of his tail. The dog irritated him some of the time. 

Sun peeked over the treetops facing Justin’s hospital room. As it gained in strength, the positive rays shone in the window, touching his skin. Closed eyes fluttered open to stare into hazel eyes filled with longing. “Hey there, Sunshine. It’s time to come home.” Brian leaned down and claimed Justin’s lips.

“Brian.” Justin murmured. “I knew you’d save me.” 

“I had to. You know I can’t sleep without you beside me.” He joked. 

“But you have Ty.” Justin grinned a wobbly grin.

“I’m just not into pussy.” Brian laughed. “I think I should call someone to come and check you out. I want to take you home as soon as I can.”

“I want to go home.” Justin said quietly. He looked into Brian’s eyes, “That is if the loft is my home?” 

“For now it is.” Brian sighed. “After this latest attempt by Hobbes, I wouldn’t feel right to leave you at Deb’s. For both of your sakes. You know how these black lights work. If they can’t get to the one they want, they get the one’s close to the one they want.” 

“That sounds too complicated to think about.” Justin rubbed his head. “Fuck, I have a scar.” 

“It adds character to an otherwise too perfect twink face.” Brian said as he kissed the scar. 

“Asshole, you’d be screaming if it was your face.” Justin grumbled as he snuggled closer to Brian. “My head hurts and I’m starving to death. Don’t they feed you when you’re in a coma?” 

“No such thing as coma burgers.” Brian rang for the nurse. “He’s awake and hungry.” Brian announced when she walked into the room. 

“Mr. Taylor, do you know what day it is?” she asked. 

“How would I know? I’ve been in a coma.” He looked at her with suspicion. “I want out of here. So get me unhooked from all this stuff.” He indicated his lap, where he had a catheter. 

“First your doctor has to see you. After that, he’ll give me instructions for your continued care.” She bustled around.

“When is he coming? I don’t want to wait.” Justin wiggled in the bed and then fell back. He was weaker than he realized but didn’t want to admit it to anyone, least of all the nurse. He could tell by her eyes that she knew. 

“He’ll be in before eleven.” She said. “But I’ll call him and see if I can remove some of the more intrusive things.”

Brian held onto Justin’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Don’t be so impatient Brat. I want you home fast too. You have no idea how much trouble those two birthday presents are. You deserve half the fun of looking after them.”

Justin looked at Brian and saw he was being teased. “You love it and you know it.” He giggled. “I can’t wait to see Killer. I bet he’s gotten huge. Did you know that standard poodles are really, really big dogs?” 

“Oh, is that what’s wrong with him. I thought you’d put a spell on him or something witch boy. The damn dog is bigger every time I see him. I swear he grows an inch or more a day.” 

“I love you.” Justin whispered.

“I know you do.” Brian smiled and kissed the top of the blond’s head. “Don’t change the subject. Why did you get me a dog that is going to grow to be as large as a small moose?” 

“He was cute and he needed a home. I found him at the pound. Even though he was a purebred, he’d been surrendered because he chewed up some kind of designer shoes. I mean, who puts a dog in the pound just because he was being a dog?” 

“Apparently someone who doesn’t own a Wah cat. Ty would beat that dog’s ass if he did anything like that in the loft.” Brian huffed. “I’ve seen him do it.” 

“I’ve missed a lot.” Justin looked downcast. “How is Gus?” 

“Gus is doing just fine.” Brian walked over to the window and looked out. “And so is my mother. You do have a way of making things happen don’t you? Even if you are unconscious. You’re good, damn good.” 

“Of course I am, I’m kind of an apprentice High Council head guy.” 

“Hmmm, is that the <i> official </i> term?” Brian asked with a laugh. “All joking aside, mom has been keeping Gus safe. There had been some idea by Hobbes to do something to the kid. But she’s on the top of her game and headed off anything dark, redirecting it back to the originator.”

“Hey, is Lindsay okay with your mom hanging around?” 

“She doesn’t seem to mind.” Brian shrugged. “I suspect that either Gus or mom has something to do with the ease of her being there.” 

“Good, I’m glad.” Justin looked thoughtful. “Brian, your son is going to be very powerful when he comes of age. More powerful than either of us.”

“I know. That’s why I need you to recover, to help keep him safe. He’s going to be a handful growing up. We have to keep him from harm until he’s able to realize what he’s going to be.” Brian sighed. “Now, can I trust you to behave while they see if you’re going to implode? I promise you that I will take you to the loft immediately, once you’re released.”

“And fuck me?” 

“Maybe.” Brian smirked. His long legs took him back to the bed and in seconds Justin found himself thoroughly kissed before seeing Brian disappear through the door on his way to what ever it is that he felt he needed to do.

“Thank gawd he’s gone.” Justin said to no one in particular. With a few choice words, considerable wincing, he managed with the help of his powers to remove all the bells and whistles that were attached to his body. It was just a small bit of magic and lots of grit and determination, but it still took a lot more out of Justin than he’d planned. 

“Mr. Taylor, what have you done?” The nurse was back and not very happy. She couldn’t believe her eyes. He was free of everything that had kept him going for the past 21 days. “You had no authority to do this.” 

“I didn’t need any of it.” Justin said and tried to smile the smile that generally made most human women swoon. 

“Don’t start that with me.” She glared at Justin. “You of all people should know better than to subject yourself to scrutiny from humans.” 

“Wow, you’re good for Wahjee, I didn’t even notice.”  Justin looked at her with more care.

“I’m not Wahjee, I’m human, but I’m married to a Wahjee.” She glared. “And you need not bother to gloat. It’s known by the High Council. There are exceptions upon occasion for humans and Wahjee to join together. Because of one thing or another, times like this for instance, it is necessary to have someone safe in case some smart ass kid decides he can do what he pleases because he’s thinking with his dick and not his brain.” 

“I am not.” Justin was indignant. “I’m just sick of being here.”

“Well, too damn bad.” She glared back. She’d been busy putting away everything Justin had removed and tidying up the room. “You’re here. You were attacked. You’ll be leaving here soon enough, but not soon enough for me. You have no idea how hard it was to make sure you remained safe here on my ward. If it wasn’t some evil thing sneaking along the ceiling, it was creepy crawlies under the floor. And I’m not Wahjee, so I had to put up with this shit while pretending it wasn’t there. I could hardly scare the other nurses to death.”

“Wow, no shit.” Justin looked around. “I don’t see anything.”

“Your Brian took care of things. Him and a couple of others. You’re quite the celebrity.”

“Oh?” 

“Yes, you’ve had all kinds of visitors, both human and Wahjee. Though I must say your human friends are a lot nicer than the Wahjee ones.”

“I don’t have any Wahjee friends.” Justin looked away. 

“You have Brian.” She finished with his room. “I don’t know what your story is. But rest assured, Brian Kinney loves you. He wasn’t here much, but he was here. He usually just popped in and out, if you know what I mean.” 

Justin giggled. “I know.” He looked at her. “Can I get something to eat?” 

“I’ll see what I can find.” She sighed. “I’m serious about you not trying anything. The doctor is going to be pissed when he finds out you’ve taken yourself off of everything.” 

“What’s he going to do, arrest me?” 

“No, but you shouldn’t draw attention to yourself.” 

“Point taken.” Justin threw himself back on the pillows. “I need a shower.” 

“Relax or I’ll give you a shot.” She flounced out of the room.

Justin sulked for an hour, smiling only when an omelet appeared on a tray in front of him as well as a steaming cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice so fresh he could smell the oranges. It had appeared out of nowhere, so he was sure the nurse didn’t have anything to do with it. Not wanting to take any chance that it would disappear, Justin began to eat his breakfast. He was surprised to find that he really couldn’t eat everything that had been put in front of him. He contented himself with drinking the juice, eating a couple of bites of the omelet and sipping the coffee. 

Hating to admit everyone was right, Justin fought sleep, until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and fell into a full and contented sleep, fantasies of Brian dancing in his head. 

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It was two days later before Justin was finally able to go home. He couldn’t help but smile when Brian insisted on carrying him into the loft. “I can walk you know.” He griped, not too much though, as he leaned in closer to Brian’s shoulder. 

“Out of the way Killer or I’ll drop Justin on your pointy head.” Brian was trying to walk to the sofa despite the antics of the young, but considerably larger dog who wanted Justin’s attention. The dog was wagging his tail so hard, he kept losing his footing on the shiny hardwood floor. 

“Where’s Ty?” Justin asked. “Oh.” He said with a smile when Ty landed effortlessly on Brian’s shoulder. “I should have known he’d be close.” 

“Apparently he thinks he’s a fucking parrot and I’m Long John Silver.” Brian deposited Justin on the sofa. Ty moved with his human as if glued, with barely a ripple of his fur. “I’ll get you something to drink.”

“I want a cold beer.” 

“Bottle of water it is.” Brian smirked.

 Justin was sure Ty had stuck his tongue out on him. He returned the gesture.

“Feeling a tad juvenile?” Brian snorted, seeing what had gone on. 

“Shut up.” Justin grinned, his lap full of wiggly, fuzzy black puppy, the size of a medium sized full grown dog. “What in hell have you been feeding Killer, he’s huge?” 

“Little boys.” Brian lunged over the sofa and landed on top of Justin, making Killer bark with excitement and causing Ty to jump to the floor. Brian lay full length on Justin, his arms supporting most of his weight. “And now it’s my turn.” 

“I’m not little.”

“But you are a boy.”

“Man.”

“Potato, patato.” Brian said before kissing first, Justin’s nose and then slowly, tenderly, his lips. Nipping soft flesh between his teeth, probing with his tongue, tasting and savoring everything he’d missed for so long. 

<i> What are they doing? I don’t want to bite Brian.” Killer was worried. He paced back and forth, nails clicking on the floor. “I think he’s biting the young one. Oh, oh he is biting him.”

“Oh for heaven sake, you are stupid, you dog you. They are breeding, anyone can see that.” Ty sat on the top of the nearest bookcase, staring down. “Leave them alone.”

“But, but, the young one is making funny noises, he needs my help, I know he does.” Killer whined as he put his paws over his nose. 

“Stop hiding and watch. See, Brian is ready to breed and so is the other one.”

“He’s doing it wrong, Brian is doing it wrong.” Killer crept closer in an attempt to warn Brian. “Too late, I’m too late.” Justin was on his back, legs wrapped around his partner’s waist, Brian was balls deep inside his favorite twink. “I’m going to bite, I am so, I’m going to bite. You can’t stop me. He’s doing it wrong.” Killer leapt forward, Ty jumped down on Killer’s back, sending the black dog racing around the room.</i>

Brian lay exhausted on Justin, while they both caught their breath. “What the fuck is wrong with the animals?” He managed to gasp. “Ty is riding Killer all over the fucking loft.” 

Justin giggled. He could imagine what had happened. No doubt Killer was going to do something the Wah cat hadn’t wanted him to do. “Forget them, they’re just playing. That was fun, now how about we try it again in our bed.” 

Brian didn’t comment on the use of the possessive regarding the bed. He rather liked the idea it was theirs and resolved to make sure he never tricked at home again. Justin let his fingers trace circles on Brian’s back. Neither one of them really wanted to move from the sofa. 

Knocking at the door startled the both of them. “Now what?” Brian asked. “No one is supposed to even know we’re here.”

“Ten bucks says it’s Michael.” Justin giggled. 

“Nope, it’s me. I was knocking to be polite.” Frances drawled as he appeared beside them. “So that’s how it’s done when you’re gay. Interesting.” 

“Fuck off Frances.” Brian mumbled as he removed himself from Justin, not caring that they both reeked of sex. He stood up naked in the sunlight. Frances zapped a robe around him and one for Justin as well. 

“Cover up guys, you are so not doing it for me.” Frances snorted. 

“Would you mind telling me why you’re here?” Brian headed for the kitchen and a cold beer. “You two stop it.” He raised his voice slightly at the animals that were now growling obscenities at each other. 

Killer and Ty looked at Brian for a second and then continued.

“Apparently the dog thought you were doing harm to Justin. Something about the sounds he was making while you were breeding him.” Frances snickered. “Which one would be the mother?” 

“Fuck you.” Brian glared again. It seemed to be all he ever said to Justin’s cousin.

“Well not Brian, he’d freak if he had to lose his boyish figure.” Justin snickered. “Why are you here?” 

“There have been some rumblings in the council. No one was aware your partner was not only talented, but had latent power. And they were also unaware of his considerable allies. Though they are unable to name even one of them. Whoever aided Brian in turning back the spell on Chris Hobbes, is keeping well hidden. The Council doesn’t like having things hidden from them. I wanted to warn you both.” 

“You had to pick now to do it?” Brian huffed.

“Better now than when you two get into trouble next.” Frances snickered and Brian could see Justin in the snicker, which softened his view of the other man. 

“Fine, you warned us, now leave. Justin needs his rest.” Brian’s arm was around Justin’s shoulders, in a proprietary way.

“You didn’t seem to think so fifteen minutes ago.” Frances returned. Seeing the look on Brian’s face, Frances decided that retreating was the better part of valor and popped back to New York. 

“Quick, I think I need to breed.” Justin laughed and ran for the bedroom. He was still not as strong as he’d like to be, but he was young and it wouldn’t be long to get back to being better than he’d been before.