Part 7


Lance carefully maneuvered his body through the large mass of people assembled around the stage. He delicately balanced his tray with two large glasses of alcohol in one hand while the other gently brushed aside the wayward customers. His goal sat snuggly in a booth not more than twenty feet away from him, and the closer he got the sicker his stomach felt. Lance was not looking forward to this meeting, not looking forward to the interrogation he was about to receive. The blond bartender knew he had to endure it, in order to afford Joey more time in locating and warning JC and Justin; he had to endure it. As he approached the booth, a large black man stepped in his way. Lance was startled and the liquid he was precariously carrying sloshed over the sides of the glasses and onto the tray.

Lance’s wide eyes looked up into sinister ones. The man looming over him yelled, “What the fuck are you thinking you ingrate? Lou has been waiting for his drinks for ten minutes now and here you are wasting time wondering around.”

The blond tried moving around the large black man, ignoring his comments. The man’s hand snaked out quickly biting into the younger man’s forearm, spilling more of his precious cargo. “Hey,” Lance yelled.

The black man’s grip tightened, “You better have your fucking story straight kid, before opening your damn mouth,” the black man hissed, Lance nodded, unblinking. “You better have all your fucking bases covered, cuz I know you’re up to something.”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lance stammered, tray shaking in his hand.

“Whatever. I saw the three of you over there. I was watching you. So was Lou, and he ain’t stupid, like yourself and that dark haired slut friend of yours, he knows there is something up, just like me.”

Lance parted his thick lips, forming a response but was unable to speak the words formulating in his head. As he stammered out the first syllable, another bodyguard interjected, easing the black man’s hand from the bartender’s arm and stepping in between the two. “Sunny, go fucking sit down and let the kid do his job. Lou’s already upset that it’s taking him this long to bring him his drinks.” The new man peered over his large shoulder, “Lance you better get going, okay kid, and take the boss his drinks. If you wait any longer you might just find yourself in a heap of trouble, and you never know what the boss will do when he’s angry.” Lance, dumbfound, nodded his head and moved around the two large men, making sure not to spill anymore of his precious cargo.

Sunny watched the blond leave the small group and saunter toward Lou. “You spoil them, Lonnie.”

“No Sunny, I don’t spoil them, I look out for them. You should do the same.”

“What? Why? What has that brat and his slut friend done for me? Why should I look out for them when they only care about themselves? Besides, I think they’re scheming against the boss and you sit there and watch it happen.”

“Sunny, how can you say that about them? You barely even know them.” Lonnie placed his large hand on the other man’s forearm. “And how do you know what they’re doing?” Lonnie steps closer, “Lance was just talking with a customer, that’s it. That’s all. Now, I think you need to settle down and not be so up tight and paranoid.”

“If that’s the case, Lonnie, then where is JC? Hmmm, he sure as hell isn’t where he’s supposed to be, now is he. I don’t seem him anywhere on the floor, serving customers and performing lap dances. Where is he?”

“I don’t know, and frankly Sunny, it’s none of our business where he is.”

“That’s where you’re wrong Lonnie. That whore is probably off fucking some woman, earning more money in one night then I would in a week. He should be doing his job and only his job, not treating this club like his own personal cat house.”

“You’d better watch what you say, Sunny. JC has a lot of friends here, lots of clients that come here only for him.” Lonnie looked around the room deeming if their conversation was overheard. When he was satisfied he turned his back on Sunny and made his way in the direction of Lou’s booth.

Sunny stood in his spot briefly before following, clenching his fist together, muttering under his breath, “That’s where you’re wrong.”

**

The blond bartender stumbled up the stairs toward the booth, once again unleashing a small amount of the liquid captured from the glasses, watching helplessly as it pooled onto the edge of the tray. Upon reaching the larger white male, Lance set the wet glasses on the table in front of him, one at a time.

“Here you go sir,” Lance yells, the music deafening his words. “Sorry it took so long,” he tried to smile.

Lou’s hands tightened into white knuckled fists, “So long, so long, it fucking took forever for my drinks to get here. What the fuck took you so long? Hmm… what’s got you so preoccupied that you would risk being late with my drinks.”

“Na… nothing sir, I just didn’t see you, that’s all. I was really busy at the bar, and…”

“Really busy eh, with that brunette I suppose,” an evil smile played upon Lou’s face.

“Um, no,” Lance began, “I…”

“Bullshit,” Lou roared, making the people around them stare. Lance looked down at the ground, afraid of meeting Lou’s eyes, afraid of what he might see within them. “I fucking asked you a question, what the fuck were you so busy with?” Lou leaned forward in the booth, anxious to hear Lance’s story. “Well, I’m waiting. And I’m sure you know how much I hate waiting.”

“Um… well, you…you see… I was…” Lance could barely get a coherent sentence out of his cotton filled mouth. He was scared that Lou would be able to see right though his words, through his excuse. “I …”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you stupid piece of shit.” Lou looked down at his glasses and reached for one of them, gripping the wet sides. “What’s this?” Lance flinched. The older man slowly menacingly turned his head in the direction of the blond bartender. “What the fuck is this?” he asked again. Lance couldn’t answer, his heart was racing, his forehead wet with sweat. Lou’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes angry. “First, you stand around and flirt with some guy shamelessly while under the guise of working for me.” Lance’s eyes widened with shock, “Yes, my little angle, I know you’re a faggot. But I’ll deal with that issue later,” his smile once again turning sinister. “Back to the matter at hand,” he paused mentally figuring out where he left off. “Then you lie about the whereabouts of JC, and concoct some sort of bullshit story with Tiny, which we all know he’ll never remember.” He drank from the glass in his hand and then slammed it down onto the table. “And now you have the audacity to bring me my drinks late, and not only late, but you spilled them on the way.”

“I.I.I. I.” Lance stuttered.

Lou suddenly reached out for the younger man, grabbing his arm and pulling him down into the booth next to him. “Shut the fuck up,” the fat man hissed, shaking the blonde’s arm. “You little fucker. You think you’re going to get away with this shit? Guess again. I know what you’re up to. I know what JC is doing.” He leaned in closer toward Lance, breathing in the younger man’s ear, “You won’t get away with it unpunished. You know that don’t you.”

“I…Lou…” Lance began but was once again interrupted.

“Shut up, I’m fucking warning you. You think I’m stupid or something, you think I can’t see right through you and your little scheme?” He intensified his grip on Lance’s arm, watching the younger man’s eyes close briefly trying to fight the pain. Lou smiled. “Hurts, doesn’t it. It’s gonna hurt a lot more if you don’t tell me what I want to know. You have one more chance…”

“Lou… I don’t know what you’re talking…” Before Lance could finish Lou’s hand was snarled within the blond bartender’s spiked hair pulling hard, wrenching Lance’s neck, forcing him down into the older man’s lap, nose pressed into Lou’s crotch.

“You like cock don’t you little angle? You like sucking other men’s sweaty hairy meat.” He pressed the younger man’s face closer toward his covered phallus. “You’d better think this through before you open you’re dumb ass mouth again.” Lou aggressively yanked Lance’s head back, looking in his scared emerald eyes. “I already know something don’t I… so you better tell the truth,” he paused tightening his grip. “Where is JC?”

Lance’s vision became blurry, tears threatening to fall. A headache was forming behind the blonde’s eyes, caused by the increased amount of pain radiating from his scalp and the very idea of betraying his friend; his head was spinning. He closed his green orbs and fought against the pain, knowing full well his only option was telling Lou what he wanted. “He’s in the back,” he whispered.

“Good decision,” Lou’s grip slacked slightly. “Now, answer me this. Why is he back there and not up front?”

Afraid that Lou already knew the answer like before Lance revealed JC’s relationship with Justin. “He’s in the back with his boyfriend.” He swallowed hard, “They’ve been back there since JC started his break.”

“What?” the owner screamed causing heads to turn. “He’s gay?”

“You… you did… didn’t know that?” Lance closed his eyes as tears began making their way down his cheeks. “I thought you knew,” he chocked out.

“No, my little betraying angle. I most certainly did not know that my number one dancer is gay.” He smiled again. “However,” his gazed left Lance’s, “this makes for some very interesting scenarios. So JC is gay. Hmmm…” He let go of Lance and shoved the bartender away from him. “What about all those women he’s been with, the stories he’s told.” Lance stared, giving up nothing more. “I asked you a fucking question,” the flat of the older man’s hand struck Lance hard across the face. The blonde’s head snapped sideways; hand quickly covering the struck area. Lou looked angrily toward him, “What about the women?”

“He’s,” the bartender whimpered still cupping the side of his face, “he’s bi.”

Lou’s laughter startled Lance and the bodyguards. “You gotta be fucking kidding me here.” Sunny snorted upon hearing his boss speak. “Bi… this keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it, gentleman, Lance. So he’s back there now, with his boyfriend? Fucking like bunnies I’m sure.” His attention focused back toward Lance, “Where abouts is JC?”

“I… I don’t know for sure, maybe his usually room.”

“Yes, that would make sense, it’s got that room in the back where he could hide out and fuck his boyfriend.” Lou looked across the table at Sunny, “Call Tiefold, tell him to wait for a few hours, I’ve got a surprise for him, eh.”

Sunny left the other three men, heading toward the back of the club. Lou watched Sunny leave and then faced Lance once more, “Don’t fucking leave until I’ve talked with you again, do I make myself clear.”

“Yes,” Lance answered while rubbing his scalp. “Yeah…”

“Now get back to work.”

“Yes, yes sir.” Lance turned around and hurried back toward the safety of the bar.

“Now, time to find my little whore,” Lou remarked to him self as he got out of the booth. “This is gonna be very interesting.” He quickly made his way through the club and wandered toward the back. He whispered, “Here Kitty, Kitty.”

**

“Shhhh… Did you hear that?”

“Hear what Justin,” the brunette whispered eyes partially closed in contentment.

“Shhhh… there it is again, someone’s knocking.”

“Are you sure?” JC cuddled himself closer against Justin, engulfing himself in the warmth of his lover’s body.

“Yeah, it sounds close.”

JC pushed his tired body up off the ground, grasping softly onto Justin’s shoulder, using it for balance. Justin reached up and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, enjoying the feel of JC’s skin running over his own. JC looked down at his lover, smiling softly. “I hate letting go too, but we need to see what’s going on. I believe someone is just outside this room. If that’s the case we need to get out there.”

“Why? What do we care?”

JC bent down and grabbed Justin’s other hand, helping the larger heavier man up on his feet. “If it’s Lou, he’s gonna be really mad at me.”

“What?”

“Please, Justin, don’t be difficult.” The brunette brought Justin’s hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them gently. “He’s already gonna be upset with me when he sees my face, he’s gonna ask questions. Not only that, but,” his face blushed a shy hue of pink, “I can feel my neck and collarbone burning, you marked me well. It’s gonna take a lot of makeup to cover them.”

Justin smiled. “I like that.”

JC tilted his head, “Liked what?”

“What you said about me marking you well.” He moved his hand from JC’s loose grip and ran it over the bruises covering the older man’s neck. At first touch, the brunette tilted his head back allowing Justin’s hand free reign. “I love how they look on you.” He reached his other hand behind JC’s head gently guiding it forward. “You wear them well,” the younger man whispered.

The brunette’s hands were between their bodies pushing them apart, as another round of knocking was heard. “We’d better answer that, eh?”

“Yeah,” Justin sighed.

“Okay, let’s go,” JC moved toward the locked door and opened it, peering into the outer room. “Alls clear here,” he whispered. Justin playfully pushed him through the door. “Hey, cut that out.” Justin began stalking him. “Justin, I’m warning you.”

“You’d better answer that door and quick, or you’ll never get a second chance, cuz you just don’t know how good you look right now.”

“Whatever.” JC went to the outer door, where the knocking noise originated.

“Wait!”

Before JC could answer Justin, another voice was heard. “Hey you two, I know you’re in there. I can here you. Listen, I need you two to open the door, I need to come in there and hurry, before someone sees me back here.”

“It’s Joey,” JC said. The older man reached for the doorknob…

“Wait, baby,” Justin yelled again.

“Damn Justin, I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.”

“Well, I needed to get your attention.”

“Okay, you’ve got it, make it quick.”

Justin quickly walked toward JC and placed his hands on his lover’s trim hips. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on his forehead. “Honey,” he paused trailing his fingertips up and down the brunette’s back, causing goosebumbs to form, “the view is great, but it’s meant only for my eyes, okay.”

“What?”

“Clothes. Go put some on. I’ll get the door.”

“Sweetie, your just as naked as I am,” JC pointed out.

“Jesus, you two, give me a fucking break. It’s not like I’ve never seen a naked man before, and Justin, hello, you dumb ass your boyfriend’s a stripper. Just open the fucking door.”

“Fine whatever, Joey.” Justin turned and looked at JC, “Go put something on, baby.”

The brunette lowered his eyes, “Yes, Justin.” He slowly walked out of the room. When he was out of viewing, Justin opened the door. He reached his hand out and grabbed a handful of Joey’s jacket, pulling him into the private space, closing the door quickly.

“What?” he hissed.

“My eyes,” Joey screamed dramatically, flinging his arm over the top of his eyes.

“Stop it,” Justin chuckled. “You’re not blind.”

“Are you sure?”

“What is with everyone saying that to me? Yeah, I’m sure.” He sauntered his naked body across the small space and sat on the couch waiting patiently for Joey to speak. “Well, what was so important that you had to interrupt my quality time with JC?”

Justin’s body jerked forward, his breath hitched as a vision assailed his mind. He brought a trembling hand to his head massaging his temple. The vision was cloudy, but two shadowy forms were present, on the same couch he was on right now. He closed his eyes as the dream progressed. His dream self squinted his eyes trying desperately to get a better look. They were two men. He couldn’t tell who they were, but their physical features left no doubt what gender they were. One man, a brunette, was straddling the other, on his knees, rolling his hips forward. The man underneath him encouraged the other to lift up as he slid down slightly, aligning himself with the others limp cock. The brunette tried moving away, but the other man appeared stronger, holding the brunette man in place. The bottom man quickly sucked the other’s cock into his mouth ignoring the pleas that left his victims mouth. Justin’s vision was broken, his taut body relaxed, when he heard Joey’s voice.

“Actually, where is the little woman?”

“The not so little woman is right here thank you very much.”

Joey carefully turned around, hoping silently that JC was still naked, but to his utter dismay he had his pants on.

Justin, thankful for JC’s timing, casually moved his head in the direction of his boyfriend’s voice, smiling when JC came into view; covered. When they made eye contact, Justin’s heart fluttered. The blond reached out his hand, anticipating his lover would take it, he did. Justin pulled JC into his lap, effectively covering his private parts from Joey’s view. “Better?” Justin asked as the brunette nestled his head under Justin’s chin, absent-mindedly drawing circles on the younger man’s chest. Joey sighed. “Joey, enough gawking. What do you need to tell us?”

“Right. Of course. Um… yeah, Tiny and Lance sent me in here to warn you two that Lou is on his way back here. Lance is going to try and distract Lou for a few minutes, but that should be enough time to get you two out of here.”

“What? Why?” Justin asked. “I don’t understand the need to run from this Lou character?”

“Well from what I overheard between Lance and the bodyguard, Lou’s gonna be pretty upset with JC here. I guess the fat bastard has issues with gay people and doesn’t know that JC is bisexual. So the two of them wanted me to break the two of you little bunnies up, so that Lou doesn’t find out.”

JC sat straight up, “What? He’s coming back here?” The brunette practically jumped from the blonde’s lap, “Oh, God.”

“Baby, stop panicking. What’s the problem?”

JC’s arms were moving frantically. “He never comes back here, unless… unless…”

“Spit it the fuck out, JC.”

The older man’s eyes narrowed, “Unless he thinks some funny business is going on back here.”

“Funny business?” Joey asked.

“He might think I’m back here making some extra money on the side. He doesn’t like that. These rooms are only for lap dances, nothing more. If he finds out that I’m back here and not with a customer, he’s gonna be pissed.”

“I don’t understand. How could you make more money, back here?”

“Sweetie,” JC blushed, “like… um… like you know… like um… prostitution.”

“What?” Justin yelled. “Why the hell would he think that about you?”

JC fidgeted, rubbing his hands together nervously. “Um…” he looked up at Joey and then back toward Justin, “Um… can we … can we talk about his later.”

Justin tilted his head, anger steaming from his pores. “I suppose,” he sneered, “but I’m telling you right now, I don’t like secrets. You’re going to tell me what this is about as soon as you get home. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Yeah,” JC answered in a small voice. “I understand.”

“Look you two, enough of the drama. We don’t have time for it. Let’s go.”

“We need to get dressed first, Joey. Give us a couple minutes all right.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Just make it quick.” Joey walked toward the door, “I’m gonna take a look outside here, make sure the coast is clear, eh.”

“Okay, will be right back.” Justin reached his hand out and clasped JC’s in a tight grip. “Come on sweetie.” He dragged a slightly stunned JC into the little room where they had made love. The blond inhaled deeply as he entered the small area, breathing in the scent of their sex. He turned his head looking at the side of JC’s, “Anyone who walks in here is gonna smell us. It’s really strong.”

JC shrugged his shoulders, pulling his hand from Justin’s.

Justin reclaimed the hand and brought JC up against his body. The brunette’s eyes never left the ground. The younger man ran his hands up JC’s still slightly slick back and kissed the top of his head. “JC? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he whispered.

“Bullshit, baby.” He moved the older man back, cupping his chin and forcing their eyes to meet. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I just don’t want you mad at me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Out there, just now. You’re mad at me, and I don’t even know why. What did I do wrong?”

“JC, its not that I’m mad at you. I just don’t like secrets.” He brushed his lips against JC’s forehead, “That’s all baby. I just don’t like secrets.”

“I’m sorry, Justin.”

“It’s okay. Will talk about it when you get home tonight, okay.”

JC nodded his head as best he could and murmured a small, “okay.”

**

Joey opened the door to the private room and stuck his head out into the hallway. He casually looked to the right and witnessed nothing suspicious, and then turned his head toward the left. He suddenly snapped his head back and quickly silently closed the door, locking it. “Hey, guys. Don’t bother.”

“What?” Justin yelled back while tying his shoes.

“And keep your voices down. I just saw Lou turning the corner and heading down this way. We need to think of a plan and quickly.”

Justin and JC rushed back into the main room upon hearing Joey’s words, dressed.

“What are we gonna do? We need to think of something and fast,” Justin summarized.

A quiet voice answered, “I’ve got an idea.”

“JC not now. This is serious” JC looked away, eyes briefly meeting Justin’s before traveling toward the floor. He wrapped his arms protectively around himself and stayed standing in the middle of the room. Joey continued. “We need a plan Justin.”

Justin stared at JC for a couple more seconds before making his decision. He quickly walked in the direction of Joey, covering the space in three strides. He grabbed a handful of Joey’s shirt and spat, “Don’t you ever fucking talk down to him like that again. You got that?” he pushed Joey away from me, “Ever. He isn’t some stupid child who doesn’t know what he’s talking about, so don’t treat him like one.”

Justin…”

The blond walked away from Joey and wrapped his lover up into his comforting arms. “What’s your plan baby?”

JC lifted his eyes, “I thought maybe we could… um pretend I was giving you a lap dance.”

“That’s a great idea.” He turned his gaze over his shoulder at Joey. “See Joey, it’s a great idea.”

“The problem is,” Joey paused as he heard the footsteps nearing, “what about me?”

“Oh… yeah.” Justin attention focused on JC once more, “Well, baby.”

JC looked away shyly, “Um… I didn’t think about…”

“Yeah, that’s what dropping out of school does for you,” Joey added. “Dropouts never think things through, cuz they don’t know any better.”

JC flinched at Joey’s remark. “I’m sorry. I’ll just… yeah…” JC felt Justin’s lean silky body tense. He looked up in time to see the anger swirling in Justin’s azure eyes. Suddenly, the blond turned from JC, pinning Joey with a hard glare.

“Shut the fuck up, Joey. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no idea what JC has been through or what he has done, or for that matter why. So don’t pretend that you do.” Justin tenderly guided JC to the couch. “Baby, you need to take off your pants again.” JC smiled up at him. The blond ran his fingers through golden tresses and then cupped the side of his lover’s face. “Joey, you’ll need to hide behind the couch, so Lou doesn’t see you. If anything happens you’re our back up, okay.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right?”

“No… I don’t think I would kid about something like this. Now, get back there.”

“Fine. Jesus, I can’t believe were going to do this. It’s never gonna work.”

“Shut up and just do as I ask.”

Joey stood beside the small couch, “Get up,” he snarled at JC. “I need to move this,” he said in a calmer voice. JC slowly stood up and moved toward the left of the room, he reached for a switch. Soft music filled the room as Joey moved the couch forward. “Hey, Justin when I get back there you’re going to need to put it back some, okay.”

“Yeah, I got you covered.” The younger brunette positioned himself behind the couch and waited for Justin to move it back. When the couch was situated comfortably, Justin sat down on it, beckoning JC toward him. The naked brunette slid up onto Justin’s cloth covered lap and began swaying and undulating his body to the music. Justin was already hard. The blond reached up and grasped gently onto the writhing hips, encouraging them to push harder against him. JC’s eyes were closed as he allowed the music to reign over his body.

Justin moved his hands downward and cupped the brunette’s tight ass, squeezing and massaging it. JC rose from his squatted position, lifted his right leg and set his foot on the back of the couch, thrusting his hips, brushing his hardened cock on the soft flesh of Justin’s neck. The blond couldn’t take anymore. He turned his head minutely and licked from the base of the hard phallus to the very tip, flicking his tongue in and out of the swollen head. JC’s head tipped back and soft moan escaped his lips. Justin took this as a positive cue and took in his boyfriend’s entire length. JC hissed, still moving his hips, thrusting his cock into his boyfriend’s mouth.

The door flung open and a loud voice boomed, “What the fuck?”


Sunny quickly entered the manger's office in the back of the club. He snatched the receiver off of it's carriage and dialed the familiar cell phone number of Lou's closest friend, Tiefold. He waited anxiously for the other man to pick up and on the fifth ring a deep voice answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Ty, this is Sunny."

"Yeah, what do you want," a soft moan was heard in the background, "You're interupting my playtime, here," again another moan was unleashed.

Sunny chuckled, "Yeah, well, Lou wanted me to call you and let you know that he has a surprise for you."

"Really? A surprise for me. What is it?" the man called Ty inquired.

"It's not an it, but a who?" Sunny smiled.

"Oh, wow. Lou shouldn't have. Is it a boy or a girl, or can't you tell me?"

"Gee, Ty, that would ruin the surprise now wouldn't it?"

"Come on you can tell me." A long paused coursed it's way through their conversation. "Okay, so you can't. At least tell me is the person worth keeping in my collection."

"Definitely, but I really can't tell you anymore, if I did the boss would be really upset with me ruining his precious surprise."

"All right."

"I believe that he is gonna meet you some time later on tonight, correct?"

"Yes."

"He said that at the meeting is when you are gonna receive your surprise."

"So you really can't tell me if it's a male or female, can you?"

"No, I really can't disclose that information to you. I've all ready said to much."

"Tell Lou, I'll be waiting"

"I'm sure Mr. Pearlman will be pleased to hear that. Well, enough said."

"Yeah, I'll see you soon. Bye."

Sunny replaced the receiver in its carriage and smiled. He couldn't wait for later to arrive, when the ungrateful slut would get his. The black man rubbed his hands together with anticipation and delight. "Soon, very soon."

**

Justin jerked his head off of JC's dripping cock upon hearing the loud screech, grazing his teeth against sensitive flesh. JC hissed.

The man, who entered the room, stormed over in their direction and grabbed a fist full of JC's mane, pulling him off of Justin. With his hand still entwined in the brunette's hair, the oversized man began yelling. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He shook JC's head; the brunette cringed. "I told you never again was I to find you back here with someone other than a customer."

"La... Lou... I... I was giving a lap dance." The brunette tried explaining. "He's a customer."

"Fucking liar. Lance told me. He told me you were back here with a client. I told you never again."

"La... la... Lance... told you," JC's heart wrenched, "but Lou... he's not..."

"Shut up you fucking gigolo." Lou angrily pushed JC into the opposite wall and watched as the younger man slid down it, crumbling into a ball.

"Hey, knock it the fuck off," Justin cried as he hurriedly got up off the couch. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" the blond said as he approached the heavyset man.

Lou completely ignored Justin and stalked toward JC. The brunette had pressed himself up against the wall, as close as possible. The side of his warm flushed face was next to the cool surface, eyes closed shut. Lou saw the position of his intended victim and huffed. He noticed a large bruise on the exposed side of JC's face and he became angrier. The heavy man bent down and again grabbed the brunette's hair turning his head toward him. "Who the fuck hit you? Who would dare blemish one of my dancers?" His grip tightened, "Answer me. Was it your fucking pimp or a fucking trick gone bad?" Lou banged JC's head into the wall, "Who hit you?"

"Lou..." JC began to beg, eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "No one... I..."

"No one JC? I'm suppose to fucking believe that? What do you think I'm stupid or something?"

"Na... no Lou, I... I don't... don't think that..." JC said, placing his hands in front of his face, remembering what happened the last time Lou thought he was with a client earning money on the side.

Lou's eyes wandered over JC's naked body, fixing on a ring of freshly marked terrain. "And what the hell happened to your neck, huh? Some vacuums attack you or something. I mean you just said that you were only giving this guy a lap dance, you couldn't possible have had sex with him back here, right."

"Louuu..." JC whimpered. "Please, listen."

"I mean not like that last time I barged in here, right?" Lou looked over his shoulder after revealing this last bit of information and saw the angry look in the blond man's eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry didn't you tell this guy about that."

JC's head quickly snapped in the direction of Justin, eyes wide open. Shaking his head, "Justin?" he whispered.

"Hey," Lou exclaimed, "I've got an idea. Why don't you two continue what you started? I mean, I'm always up for a good show and I'm sure JC won't disappoint."

"Na...no Lou."

Justin stood shocked. Is this guy for real? he thought. "I don't..."

"Yeah, that would be perfect." Lou again ignoring Justin's words, harshly grabbed one of JC's wrists, wreching him forward, nearly dragging him. "I want you on the couch, JC."

"Lou..." JC pleaded trying to pry the older man's grip from his slender wrist.

"Get on the fucking couch, now."

"Hey, let go of him."

Lou pointed his fat finger at the blond, "you shut the fuck up." He tilted his head and looked hard at the younger man, eyes taking in the sight before him. He unconsciously licked his lips. "You're the one getting to fuck this sweet ass," Lou said as he struck JC's backside. "What the hell are you complaining for? Not like you should care that I watch you fuck the hell out of this fucking two-bit gigolo. Isn't that what you paid for?"

"Look, mister. I don't know what you're talking about..."

"JC, get on the fucking couch." Lou wasn't paying attention to the blond and Justin was getting more and more upset at the treatment of his lover. "Turn around, slut. Turn around and face the wall." The fat man ran his hand down the middle of JC's exposed back. The brunette shuddered. Lou's hand snaked into JC's hair once more and the larger man pulled JC's head back. "When I let go of you, I want you to put your hands on the back of the couch, arch your back, and present your ass for this fine young man." He leaned in closer, "Now if you choose not to do what I say, I'll have your boyfriend here," JC's body went rigid, "that's right, your boyfriend. I'll have Sunny show him a thing or two about sex. You don't want your sweetie violated now do you?" JC shook his head. "Good. You will do exactly what I tell you too, won't you." The brunette moved his head up and down, barely. "Oh no, cock tease. Voice it."

"Yes," the tortured brunette whispered.

Lou let go of his hair and JC presented himself just as his boss instructed. His hands were clenched tight onto the back of the couch, white knuckled. The slender man's body was perfectly arched, knowing exactly how to present his sculptured body. He waited for Lou's next order.

"You see, mister. He is ready for you to stick your dick up his ass. Look at him." Justin forced himself to look in JC's direction and instantly his body reacted to the sight before him. He wanted nothing more than to take the offered body right that instant, but he knew that he had to get out of there, had to make it less painful for his lover. "Perfect little slut, isn't he. He wants you to fuck him, hard and dirty. Look at how his ass is in the air, waiting."

"Yeah," Justin said nonchalantly, but JC's trained ear could hear the lust in his boyfriend's voice.

"Well, you don't sound to excited. Maybe we should have him do something more enticing, cuz you shouldn't let a good piece of ass go to waste. And trust me, mister, he is one fine piece of ass. Just ask some of the patrons out there, whom I'm sure he has offered his services to in the past." The fat man sat down near JC and whispered, "Spread your legs further, I want your balls flush with this couch." The brunette spread his legs as far as he could, resting his cock on the cushion, thighs parallel with the edge of the sofa. Lou reached over with one hand and began massaging JC's ass while his eyes pinned Justin. The older man's fingers dipped down into JC's cleft, toying with the all ready stretched opening. "Come on, you know you want it. Come on take it."

Justin spoke through clenched teeth, "Leave him alone."

"Why? If you don't want him, just say so, I mean after all it is your money."

"Get your fucking hands off of him." Justin walked closer toward his over and his tormentor.

"I don't think so. You forget yourself, mister. This is my establishment and my worker, you're just a visitor." He turned his attention to JC and softly spoke, "You better answer this next question correctly or you'll find your boyfriend a bloody mess." The fat man's gaze met Justin's once more. "He's my slut, not yours. He'll do anything I want him to do, right JC?"

The brunette bit his lip and nodded his head.

"I don't think so, Lou," Justin seethed.

"Really?" Lou turned his head in the brunette's direction. "JC, fuck yourself." JC's body tightened at the command. "JC I told you to do something, now do it or else."

JC let one hand release the back of the couch and slide down his chest. He gripped his cock in a tender grasp and began slowly jacking himself.

Justin stood shocked, not believing his lover would do what this monster was telling him to do. "JC?"

The brunette began working his cock harder, thrusting his narrow hips into his hand with a sharp rhythm.

"Stop," Lou commanded and JC stopped. "Now, turn over, spread yourself wide and fuck yourself with four fingers, and I don't mean one at a time. I want all four at once." The slender man turned his heated body over, keeping his eyes turned toward the floor. He spread his legs wide apart while sticking four fingers in his mouth wetting them. "No!" Lou yelled. He smiled wickedly, "Dry."

JC's eyes shot up to Justin's heated gaze. He shook his head no. Justin smiled.

"No?" He followed the younger man's gaze, meeting the blonde's stare. "Are you sure?" The large man sneered. The brunette swallowed hard and closed his eyes; moving two dry fingers to his entrance. He circled his already abused hole a couple of times before trying to ease his four fingers in. As the brunette forced the fingers in at once, his eyes pinched tight as the pain began ebbing through his body. A heart wrenching moan escaped JC's mouth as he continued forcing his aperture open. He knew he couldn't stop himself for he feared for Justin's life. The brunette's fingers violated his body, as he finally forced them inside. His head snapped back and his body arched forward while he tried blocking out the searing pain that was coursing through him. "Fuck yourself, JC. Move your fingers in and out of you, thrust them deep. Come on, harder." JC had to do what Lou told him, no matter how bad it got, no matter how much it hurt, if only to protect Justin.

"JC..." Justin whispered as tears of pain escaped JC's closed lids, running freely down his cheeks. He bit his lips bloody while tearing himself open with his own fingers. Justin's eyes focused on the slight hint of red that began appearing on JC's left ass cheek. "Stop," the blond whimpered.

"Well, mister, if you don't want him, that means he has to do it himself, and what a wonderful job he's doing. Don't you think?"

Justin scowled at the larger man and rushed toward JC, not caring anymore about what the fat bastard wanted of him. He encircled the offending arm with a gentle grip and tenderly pulled the fingers out of his lover; bring them to his lips, kissing them. "Stop," he whispered. "You don't have to do this."

JC nodded his head, keeping his eyes closed.

Justin placed the brunette's fingers in his mouth and rolled them around his tongue, coating each digit carefully and affectionately. He eyes never leaving JC's face, watching the changes in emotion take place; pleasure replacing pain. Justin pressed his body tight into JC's, he leaned down until his lips touched his lover's ear, "Don't hurt yourself for me, baby. Don't." A tear splashed onto JC's shoulder and the brunette's eyes fluttered open.

"Jus... Justin? Don't leave me with him."

"I've got to, otherwise there's no telling what he gonna do. I can't watch. I won't let him hurt you because of me. Maybe if I leave, he'll leave."

"Please, don't... don't leave me..."

"JC..." He moaned softly. "I've gotta."

"Jus..."

Justin closed his azure eyes, unable to take the emotional pain radiating from JC's. "Baby," he gasped.

"He's gonna hurt me," JC whispered as he turned his head from Justin, "don't leave."

"I've gotta." Justin pulled himself away from his prone lover and adjusted himself. He wanted desperately to stay with JC and protect him, but he felt his presence there was making it worse.

"Wow, how touching. You'd think by that display of affection that this isn't your first time with the little slut." He watched as Justin flinched at his words. He smiled. "So this isn't your first time with him. So tell me how much does he charge for second or third time dips?"

"Listen, Lou. I don't know what the hell you are talking about. JC was just giving me a lap dance and we kinda got into it. That's all, nothing more." Justin crossed his arms over his chest. "I suggest you get you mind out of La...La land and stop fabricating things that aren't there."

"Why... why you... I have rules here... and... JC knows the rules. He knew he couldn't get into it, he knows that's not allowed." Lou was become more and more flustered at the confident aroused man in front of him. Finally he yells, "You need to leave."

"Fine." He bent down and cupped his scared lover's face in his comforting hands. Justin leaned in and placed a caressing kiss on JC's trembling lips. "We'll talk later," he whispered, breath bathing JC's flushed skin, "I love you." JC's sad eyes brightened a bit upon hearing his boyfriend's reassuring words. "Remember Joey is here, he'll help..."

"I said get out. Leave us," Lou screamed.

JC nodded his head and shivered when Justin's touch left him. He curled his body tight as the blond man stood up and walked toward the door. He winked at the brunette as he casually opened it. "See ya cutie." Then he was gone.

Lou had followed the self-assured blond to the door, and locked it when he had left the room. He turned his overweight frame toward the cowering dancer on the couch. "So, that was your boyfriend." JC's head snapped up, shocked. "Not bad, not bad at all JC. It seems that you are good for something other than dancing and fucking. You have a real talent in picking sexy men." He sauntered in the direction of the younger man, kneeling down in front of him. Lou gripped JC's chin roughly, forcing the brunette to look at him. The older man used his other hand to pet the cringing dancer. "I have a surprise for you. Since you like fucking while you are suppose to be working..." He stroked the side of JC's bruised face, "I've just the job for you."

JC whimpered, "Lou... I... have to dance..."

Instantly, Lou's hand tangled in the soft feathery tresses. Pulling hard and wrenching the dancer's neck, "No... no I don't think so... not looking like this." The fat man ran his fingers over the large pinkish bruises haloing the slender man's collarbone. "Although very alluring, these are way to big, and the bruises on the side of your face and down here," Lou pressed on a large purple area on JC's side, "are just too big to cover." The older man licked the side of JC's face, "So, no dancing for you." Lou forcefully rocked JC's head into the wall behind the sofa and kneeled back down. He placed his small fat hands on the brunette's hips and leaned down.

"No..." JC screamed; his face greeted with a harsh smack.

"Shut up." He gripped JC's erection forcefully and dipped his head down once more. He licked the underside of the unwilling man's phallus and then sucked on his balls. "Mmmmm, your boyfriend has got it good, doesn't he?"

"Please, Lou... Don't." JC silently prayed that Joey would help him but the younger brunette did not.

Lou squeezed JC hard eliciting a painful squeal from the brunette. "This time I won't. I just don't feel like taking seconds. Who knows where this cock has been, however, if it was inside that fine ass of our boyfriend's, it may be well worth it." His smile turned wicked and JC shook with fear. "But in the mean time," he hauled JC off the couch, "I guess with all these bruises, whose gonna notice a few more, eh, JC?" He swung his leg back and then forward, slamming into the exposed flesh, feeling the younger man's body flinch. "Since your boyfriend wouldn't give me the show I wanted to see... You still need to be punished."

"Arrrgh..." JC's head was swimming from the pain radiating from his torso. "Oh God, please... Please Lou, just... Just let me dance. I'm sorry... I'm sorry I brought him back here. Please... Don't hurt me."


"To late for that I'm afraid. You will get your just reward you fucking faggot."

JC looked frantically toward the couch hoping Joey would rush out and help him, but Joey did not come, but Lou's boot covered foot did; over and over.

**

Joey couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't believe what had happened in the room he was now trapped in. He couldn't believe what Lou was trying to get Justin and JC to do. However, for Joey, the most troubling moment came when he froze. Joey Fatone froze. He's body wouldn't obey his command. He wanted to lend support to JC when Lou threatened to Justin with rape. He wanted to pet the scared and tortured man while he was forced to fuck himself. Joey's mind wanted to help Justin and JC, but his body didn't want to ruin the chance of seeing the two lover's being forced to fuck each other.

Joey wanted desperately to help JC when Justin had left the room, but he froze. When he heard JC moan with pain while the fat bastard tried to force himself onto the unwilling brunette, his body started heating up, responding to JC's soft pleas. His body, his body wanted something different than what he mind wanted. It craved the moans and groans coming from JC, it wanted more. Joey couldn't help the need his body was feeling. He couldn't stop his body from doing what it wanted too. He tried. He tried hard when he heard Lou's first painful kick to JC's mid section. He really wanted to help, but his body wasn't receiving the messages his mind was sending. The younger brunette couldn't help himself when his hand eased down his body and his breath quickened, when he heard another sharp cry from JC. He couldn't help himself when his hand slid into his pants and he roughly grabbed his own cock, jerking it in time to Lou's heavy breathing and JC's pitiful moans. He tried not to climax when he heard, Lou call JC a 'fucking slut, or whore' and the sound of skin against skin, but he did. He couldn't help JC because his body wanted it to happen.

Joey knew the coast would soon be clear when he heard Lou screaming, "Don't you ever fucking do that again, you hear me. Don't you fucking lie to me and don't you ever try to pull one over on me, you aren't fucking smart enough." Joey heard another harsh slap of skin. "When I'm gone I want you to fucking get your skinny slut ass out of here and don't come back here until I tell you you can. From now on you're gonna work at Shasta's that's more your style anyway. You better be there on time, or else. You got that."

"Hmmmm..." JC moaned.

Joey heard Lou's thunderous footsteps storm across the room. Blinked rapidly when the fat man turned the lights off and slamming the door in his wake. Joey took a couple seconds to allow his breathing to calm, just that little bit of aggression started his body heat rising. He waited. When he settled down he crawled out from behind the couch, eyes adjusting to the darkness, he stood up and wandered across the room. He reached the far side where the light switch was located and flicked it. The room was again assailed with a bright light. A small moan resonated throughout the room and Joey quickly turned around scanning the small area for it's source. He found JC near the couch, curled into the fetal position, mussed hair covering his beautiful face. Joey stared at the naked body briefly before making his way toward JC. The younger brunette knelt beside the battered man.

"Hey, JC." Joey placed his hand on a bruised hip, entranced at the swirling colors.

"Ummm... Jus... Justin?" JC turned his body slightly, fluttering his eyes open.

"No... I'm afraid not, JC."

"Ja... Joey."

"Yeah, it's me." He rubbed his hand up and down JC's bare thigh, unconsciously dipping between the older man's legs. "We need to get you out of here."

JC covered his face and mumbled, "It... It hurts."

"I know... But we gotta get you home." He pushed on JC's hip to make him roll over and was reward with a groan, Joey smiled softly. The younger brunette pushed again this time making sure his fingernails bit into the exposed skin, pressing harder and harder. His body wanting desperately to determine how much pressure it would take to cause the pale skin to change color. JC opened his hips, trying his hardest to move his leg out of Joey's painful grip, but Joey held on, tighter than before.

"Ja... Joey... It hurts, stop."

Joey didn't hear the small plea fall from JC's lips. Instead, he was focused on the hint of red the was now revealed to him that was marring the back of the weakened man's thigh.

"Joey," JC moaned, nearly breathless as he felt his boyfriend's partner trace the bloody trail with his free hand.

"Hmm... Oh sorry, JC. I didn't mean to squeeze so tight, sorry," he lied and loosened his grip on the strong muscular thigh, satisfied when he saw four small purplish marks forming on the inside of it. He smiled. "Come on, we need to get you up off the floor." Joey carefully reached underneath JC and lifted him up onto the couch, this was his mistake, for his body began taking over.

With JC perched up on the couch, head tilted to the side licking his parched lips, he looked like the poster boy for battered people, and Joey's body was entralled. The light was now able to shine on all of the various discoloration on the tired and drained body of JC's. Joey revealed in them, was entranced by them. Entranced by the swirl of color and the odd shapes and sizes, each telling their own story, each yielding its own kind of pain. Joey reached a careful hand up and traced one of the larger areas of purple and red on JC's stomach and watched as the older man's eyes tightened. "Does it hurt," he mumbled.

"Yes... No more."

But Joey's body wanted more. He wanted more of it, more pain, more colors. He needed to hear JC's voice gasp and whine, singing a soulful song of pain and torment. His body wanted it, craved it, his body was going to get it. Before Joey's mind knew what he was doing, he was straddling the weak brunette, taking advantage of his poor state.

"Joey?" JC mumbled, lips thick with blood.

"What?" He sneered, scooting his body up the willowy man.

"Please, get off," JC placed his hands on Joey's chest and pushed meekly, trying to free himself from the heavier man.

"No... I won't." He snared JC's wrists into one of his hands and roughly pinned them above JC's head.

"Hey, stop..." JC's face felt the sting of Joey's hand.

"Shut up..." Joey yelled. "You fucking cock tease. Shut up," his hand connected with JC's sore face once more. The younger brunette pressed his denim clad erection against JC's bare phallus and rubbed hard into the slender man's, chafing it, causing JC to nearly scream in pain.

"S...stop." JC was silenced once more with the force of Joey's blow. A small trickle of blood spilled from JC's battered lips and Joey watched the trail it created. He was mesmerized by it, his body wanted to see more of it. He hit JC again, causing the spilt to become wider, allowing more blood the freedom to move down the older man's chin. Joey leaned in and licked the source, making JC moan, pulling away he moved his hips more aggressively into JC. The heavier man rolled the taste of the coppery substance in his mouth savoring the flavor as his hips worked harder into the trapped man's naked body.

"I'm gonna fucking make you bleed." Joey laughed. He's hand, clenched tight in a fist, swung back, readying a powerful blow.

He was stopped in mid swing when the door once again flung open.


Lance suddenly looked up from mixing a customers drink and noticed a Justin stalking across the dance area. The bartender crossed his fingers in hopes that Joey had reached the two lovers before Lou had. He desperately hoped that Joey kept his promise and warned the two men. When his emerald eyes made contact with Justin's, the blond bartender gasped softly at their the intense hue, at the anger that swirled within them. Lance shuddered, knowing that angry look was focused on him, he turned his head in shame.

Justin swiftly made his way across the room and toward the seemingly unsuspecting man behind the bar. The young detective wanted answers, wanted to know what the hell Lou was talking about. He wanted to know why the fat bastard insisted on calling JC a gigolo, and only one person could give him that reason, that information, and Justin had his sights set on him. Justin noticed as he approached the bar that Lance was shaking, spilling the precious liquor onto the usually dry counter top.

"Hey," Justin said as he reached over the bar and grabbed the older blonde's wrist. "We need to talk."

"Justin?"

The detective wrenched Lance's wrist forward pulling the bartender closer, "Now."

"I... I can't. I... I... have to serve the patrons. I... can't just leave."

"Listen asshole. I thought we were friends. I thought you were JC's friend."

Lance gasped, "I am. How could you doubt me?"

"Hmmm... I don't know," Justin sneered. "Maybe, because you ratted JC out. You told Lou we were back there." Justin's grip tightened, "How... how could you betray us like that?"

"Jus... Justin..." As the detective's name fell from Lance's full lips, Justin's head was filled with raw emotion, a vision appeared. Justin watched as Lou threatened Lance, threatened him with bodily harm, hitting him. He couldn't understand the words that were being said, but he understood the meaning of the vision. Lance was forced to tell. The young man's head snapped up and he quickly let go of Lance's wrist, like it was on fire.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't mean to accuse you of anything."

Lance smiled softly, "No, Justin." He shook his head and focused his gaze onto the countertop, "I should be apologizing to you." Lance closed his eyes tight, fist clenched, "I shouldn't let him threaten me like that, but he's... he's just to strong... I... I can't even defend myself against him, let alone you and JC." He slowly opened his watery eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I betrayed JC and you."

"Hey, buddy," a random customer screamed. "How about that drink?"

"How about you shut the fuck up," Justin hissed. "We're talking."

"Justin!" Lance gasped. "You can't talk to the customers that way. I'll get in trouble."

"Lance," Justin shook his head, "I don't care if you get in trouble." He paused, his eyes pinning the older blond, "I need to ask you something. I need to know..."

"Yes," Lance inquired.

"I need to know, what JC did before I met him, before he worked here."

"Ummm..." Lance turned away, tears shimmering down his cheek, "I can't."

"What do you mean, you can't?" Justin lunged forward and grabbed fistfuls of Lance's silk green shirt. "Tell me now, asshole."

"Justin, please." Lance grasped Justin's wrists trying to wrench himself free from the younger blonde's steel grip. "I can't... please, don't make me."

"Lance... I swear... if you don't tell me..." he shook the bartender.

Lance closed his eyes, waiting for Justin to strike him, the blow never came. He carefully opened his emerald orbs and was greeted with a very distraught look from Justin. Lance caved, "Don't hate him, Justin."

"Lance, you know I'd never hate JC. He's my life."

The bartender sniffed, "He... he was a prostitute."

Justin collapsed onto the bar, grip leaving Lance as his hands went to his face. "Please, tell me you're lying, tell me Lou wasn't right."

"What... What Justin? You said... you said you wouldn't hate him."

Justin looked up from his stupor, "He... he was a whore, a slut, just like Lou said. He's fucked other men, for...," the young man gasped, "for money and never told me about it. How could I be with someone like that?"

Lance gripped Justin's shoulders and pulled him forward, peering directly into the azure orbs. "You said," he sneered. "You said you wouldn't hate him, please, Justin don't hate him. He couldn't live with that. He couldn't bare to have you hate him for something he did in the past. Something that has nothing to do with what the two of you have currently. Don't punish him anymore for the mistakes he all ready knows he has made. It would kill him, do you hear me, kill him."

"But... but with other men. I... I thought I was special... I thought."

"Justin, stop being selfish. I know for a fact that you're the only male he has ever slept with, the only male he has been intimate with."

"How do you know?" Justin yelled. "How do you know that he's never fucked another man, or has been fucked by one?"

"Listen," Lance looked around the bar and realized they were putting on a show. He let go of Justin's shoulders but kept a staying hand on the upset blond. He casually leapt over the bar and nestled himself close to Justin. "Come on," he gestured, "We need to get out of here." The bartender led the crushed figure back the way he had come, and snuck into the employee's lounge. He skillfully maneuvered the taller man through the room and sat him on the couch, sitting next to him, he wrapped a strong arm around Justin's shoulders.

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"That's pretty easy to figure out, Justin. I mean, shit, wouldn't you've kept it a secret. I mean just look at yourself, you're pretty damn hot. I don't think JC wanted to ruin what little chance he thought he had with you by making that kind of proclamation. Quite honestly, do you think for one instance that you would tell all your lovers that you were a prostitute?" Lance squeezed Justin closer, "As it was, JC didn't think he was worthy of you, he thought that you were way out of his reach. He couldn't believe it when you asked him out, and then when you decided to be intimate with him."

Justin's eyes widened. He snapped his head in Lance's direction and placed a hand over his mouth. "Dear, God. What... what if that... that man at the restaurant was right?"

"Justin," Lance gasped and pushed the blond away from him. He stood up, rage growing in his eyes. "I can't believe you just said that. You think JC would risk giving you HIV. Do you believe JC would honestly do that?"

Justin shrugged his shoulders, "Lance, if he was sleeping around, you never know what he might have gotten. Even if he would never willingly give it to me, if he was carrying it and didn't know... I... he could... we could have it."

"Oh... for fucks sake, get a fucking clue." Lance threw his hands up in the air. "He went and got tested."

"Sure you're just saying that."

"Yeah, cuz I'm that fucking transparent. No, you stupid ass, I went with him. He didn't want to go by himself... He's scared..."

Justin's head raised up, "of needles."

"That's right, so he asked me to go with him. Allah, hold his hand while the evil nurse stuck him with various sized needles." Lance placed his hands on his hips, "All for you. All to make sure he wouldn't give you anything. And Justin," Lance paused creeping closer to the detective, "you're the only male he has been with. All the others were female, so get off your high horse, all ready."

"Really? I'm the only one."

"Yes, Jesus, you're the only one. There's been no one else."

Justin smiled inwardly.

Lance waited for a minute before he pressed on. "So don't be mad at him, you would've done the same thing, and don't say you wouldn't. Its unfortunate that you had to find out this way, instead of JC finally getting the courage to tell you." Lance shrugged his shoulders, "Listen," he thumbed behind him, "I need to get back, before Lou finds out I'm not where I'm suppose to be." The blond bartender knelt down in front of Justin placing a comforting hand on the younger man's knee, "You gonna be all right?"

"Yeah," Justin replied as he wiped a stray tear away. "I'll be right behind you, just give me a few moments."

"Sure, take your time."

Justin sharply nodded his head. When the older blond drew his hand away, Justin grasped it, he looked up. "Thank you."

Lance smiled sweetly, "For you two, I would do anything," he paused, tears trying to escape his emerald eyes, "anything." Lance slowly removed his wrist from Justin and turned toward the door. He made his way across the vacant room and exited, never looking back. Justin settled back into the couch and tilted his head back, he closed his eyes, absorbing all the information that he had just learned.

He whispered, "Why JC? Why couldn't you tell me?" He placed his hands over his face, "It wouldn't have mattered. I still would've fallen in love with you, baby." He rolled over onto his side and pulled his knees against his chest. "I would still have loved you."


**

Lance skillfully moved through the large crowd and navigated his way back in the direction of the unattended bar. As the lights and the music distracted his attention, he was unaware of the two individuals waiting by the bar for him. He was startled back to reality when he heard a harsh voice yell his name.

"Lanstan." Sunny boomed, "Where the hell have you been? Fucking can't believe you left the bar unattended, and for what. What could possibly be that important? Wait until Lou finds out, then you'll learn your place, you stupid son of a bitch."

"Lou isn't gonna find out anything, Sunny. So stop threatening the kid," the other man said. "However, kid, you are gonna answer Sunny's first question. Where were you? You should know better than to leave the bar unattended. What if someone got back there and stole the money? Lou would be very, very upset with you if that happened."

"Lonnie... I was... I was just in back with Justin. Lou..."

"You fucking left the bar, for that two-bit whore's boyfriend. Man, you are fucking stupid aren't you. I mean, are you fucking on..."

"Shut up, Sunny. Don't you ever know when to keep your mouth shut," Lonnie yelled. "I asked him a question, not you, so let him answer it. Got it?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Now Lance, go ahead," the large black man gently rubbed the younger man's bruised cheek. "Go ahead and finish what you were saying before you were rudely interrupted."

Lance cleared his throat and looked hesitantly at Sunny, he whispered, "Not in front of him. I... I don't like him, Lonnie." Sunny growled at the bartender and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't think that's a good idea, do you Lonnie? I think whatever you say should be heard by me as well as by Lonnie. It only makes sense, and I don't think that you want to appear to be hiding something from Lou, now do you, Lance."

"I... I..." Lance cringed away slightly at Sunny's threat.

Lonnie half smiled at Sunny and then turned his eyes toward Lance, "All right kid, lets go back behind the bar and you can tell me while you fix the customers their drinks."

Sunny gasped, "What? How..."

Lance nodded his head, thankful for Lonnie's understanding and sensitive side. He led the way behind the bar, lifting the countertop and allowing the two men entrance. "Well, Lance? Sunny is gone, no use in delaying now, just tell me what is going on here."

Lance took a deep breath, "Okay." He picked up a washcloth and nervously wiped at a small puddle of water produce by the sweat of a customers beer bottle. "Um... Well, JC kinda took Justin in the back for some quality time together," Lance mumbled.

"I'm sorry." Lonnie leaned his upper body toward Lance, "I didn't hear ya."

"Um... Well, you see," Lance motioned toward the back with the washcloth, "Um... JC took Justin into his favorite room, you know the one I'm talking about."

"What? You let JC take Justin back there." Lance flinched. "And fucking stop that okay. I'm not gonna hit you, so just stop cringing."

"I'm... I'm sorry, Lonnie, it isn't like I could've done anything. I mean," he shrugged, "JC was in one of his moods and he had all those pent up emotion from today... he just needed Justin and I, at the time, didn't see anything wrong with it." He blinked his emerald orbs innocently.

"You didn't see anything wrong with it?" Lonnie's voice grew louder, "You didn't see anything wrong with it? Maybe I should hit you and knock some god damned sense into you." Lonnie moved closer, "We've been trying to shield him since Lou opened that other club and you go and let him do something stupid like that."

"I know, but at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. I mean, he really needed it Lonnie, after everything today... at Justin's work... quitting his job." Lance shyly looked away, "I thought it was the right thing."

Lonnie's large hand cupped the side of the blonde's face. He smoothed his thumb just under Lance's stunning eye. "It's okay, kid. Everything will be all right. Where is JC now?"

"I don't know Lonnie. I haven't seen him since he went back with Justin."

"When did Justin come back?"

"About twenty," he paused thinking, "yeah, about twenty minutes ago."

"How long has it been since you sent Justin's friend back there?"

Lance's head jerked up, "Wha..."

"Lance, its my job to watch people, and I've been watching your little group since Lou and I got here. So don't act surprised."

"Rii...right, sorry." Lance ran his fingers through his spiked hair, nervously. "Um... I'm not sure Lonnie, but it's been a while. There has been at least eleven dancers if not more and an intermission of fifteen minutes.."

"Each dancer is on for what five, six minutes."

"Yeah, so..."

"Well, that would mean, Justin's friend has been back there an hour and a half. Lou went back there about thirty minutes ago."

Lance shook his head gently, not getting what Lonnie was implying.

"Why hasn't he come back?"

"I don't know, Lonnie."

"Hmmm... What did Justin say about that?"

"I... I didn't think to ask. He was so worried about JC's past endeavors that he was quite out of it. I just wanted to protect their relationship, I... I wasn't worried about anything else. God I'm so stupid."

Lonnie smiled at the sincerity in Lance's voice, "That's okay, kid, you did all right."

"Hey, is that Lou over there?" Lance inquired.

"Yeah, and he looks like the cat who ate the canary. I better see what's going on. You stay here and don't leave this bar again, you got that."

"Yeah, Lonnie. I won't move."

"Good." The bodyguard turned and faced Lou, "I'm gonna go see what our fat friend is up to."

**

A short time after Lance had left Justin curled up on the couch, Justin heard a door slam. He slowly crept from his perch and painstakingly made his way toward the door. The blond opened the door a crack, but was unsuccessful in seeing what made the commotion. His curiosity getting the better of him, he opened the door wider. That was his mistake, for he nearly hit a man perusing the hallway.

"Oh, I'm sor..."

"Yes, you are," the man said as he wrapped his pudgy fingers around the edge gripping it firmly and forcing it back toward the younger man. Justin barely had time to recognize the voice before the door slammed into the side of his head.

"Arrrgggghhhh...." The blond quickly covered the offended area with his large hands, feeling a warm liquid seep through his fingers.

"I thought I told you to fucking leave," Lou bellowed. The older man grabbed a fistful of hair, wrenching Justin's head back. "When I say..."

Lou's voice began fading as a new vision plagued Justin's tired mind. The room was filled with a glaring light. There was a slender body on the floor, cruled in the fetal position, protecting itself from the vicious blows that fell upon him. The discoloration of the bodies skin was becoming more and more prominent as was the red of the blood that was flowing from various cuts. Justin squinted, trying desperately to focus on the body. His gut wrenched and his heart stopped momentarily when he recognized the person. It wasn't by sight but by feel. It was JC. JC was lying on the floor battered and bloody because of him, because he left him. "No," Justin whispered as the vision dissipated leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

"What?" Lou screamed, pushing Justin against the wall, placing his knee between the blonde's and struck him, palm open. "I said, leave."

"Wha...?" Justin, ignoring the stinging sensation ripping through his face, tried to move back toward the room JC was in, but Lou wouldn't let him. "I... need... need to get to him."

"You think I give a fuck what you need." Lou closed his fist and punched Justin in the stomach. The younger man leaned forward, chin on Lou's shoulder, arms around his stomach. Lou entangled his hands in Justin's curls and slammed his head into the immovable brick wall.

"Unn..." Justin moaned.

Lou looked Justin up and down, licking his lips. "Yeah, JC sure knows how to pick them." He ran one hand down Justin's barely clad chest and revealed in the feel of the younger man's warm skin. He ventured further, running his finger down into the waistband.

"No... Unnn..." Justin desperately willed his nauseous feeling away but failed.

Lou flatten his hand, pressing his palm on Justin's stomach, he dipped it into the nearly unconscious man's pants. Justin whimpered when Lou's hand rubbed his unprotected phallus. "Wow, I'm very impressed with JC now." He leaned into the blond, "Tell me," he bit the earlobe, "Do you top? Do you stick your huge dick," he squeezed, Justin moaned, "into JC's hot scorching body? Is it tight, when you fuck him, or do you loosen him up first? Do you rip him open every time you enter him?" The large man rubbed his fingers over the sensitive end of Justin's cock. Licking the side of the helpless blonde's face, "Does JC satisfy you? Hmmm... Do you make him scream?" Lou flicked his wrist, "I would love to see that, you making him scream. Hmmm... Maybe I will. Maybe I'll make you scream."

"Hey, Lou," Sunny's voice rang through the hallway.

"Seems like we're gonna have to finish this another day, hmm, sweet thing. Don't worry about you're sweet piece of ass in there, I'll take good," he squeezed Justin again, "care of him." Lou removed his hand from the younger man's jeans and clenched his fist, connecting once more with Justin's stomach, knocking him to the floor. The heavyset man kicked him, straightened his attire and then sauntered out into the dance area, leaving a Justin in his wake.

**

Justin stumbled down the hallway away from the dance floor. His face was flushed with anger, embarassment and his body covered in sweat. His head swimming from the vision and Lou's molestation of his body. He placed a shaking hand on his forehead where pain emanated from and pressed the temples with his thumb and index finger. The blonde's vision was becoming blurry once again and the hallway began moving at an unbelievable rate. Justin reached a hand out blindly looking for some support from the wall he thought in front of him. His judgment impaired by the war raging inside him, he missed the wall entirely, falling onto the hard concrete of the hallway. He curled his long lean body into a ball, his mind replaying the vision of JC lying on the floor in pain, in agony. His lover's voice pleading with him not to leave but he did. He did leave him. What did I do? How could I leave him like that? Justin closed his eyes shut, squeezing out the pain he felt in his body, in his heart. I'm just as bad as him, just as bad as Lou. I need to go back, I need to help him, I need to help JC. He dazedly pushed his upper body up off the unmoving surface, arms trembling. The blond was able to get his body upright and leaning against the cold brick wall, but his legs wouldn't budge, wouldn't move. He needed them to, he willed them to, but they wouldn't listen. He needed to get to JC.

"No," he moaned. "Please, God give me the strength...." Just as the young blond slid up the wall a strong hand grasped his biceps, helping him regain his balance.

"Hey... hey kid," Lonnie shook Justin gently, "What's wrong? I saw you go down a minute ago. What's going on?"

"La...Lonnie?" Justin again reached a hand to his throbbing head. "JC... Lou... back there." He weakly lifted his other arm up and pointed toward the back of the club. "I... dear god... I left him back there with Lou." Justin's sadden eyes met Lonnie's and the large man was nearly sent reeling from the pain evident within the tortured azure eyes. "What have I done?" The blonde's body gave way and he began to collaspe.

"Justin..." Lonnie tightened his grip, hanging onto the now sobbing man. "Justin... what the hell happened?" Lonnie gently pressed at the open cut on Justin's forehead. "Where did this come from?"

Justin blinked his eyes several times, as if he was trying, unsuccessfully, to understand what Lonnie was saying. The blond licked his lips and pushed away from Lonnie's strong hole. "J...JC... gotta..." he fell back into Lonnie.

"Hey, hey." He carefully lifted the blond man up. "Where is he?"

"Down... down there."

"Okay. I'll take you to him. How's that sound?"

Justin's eyes brightened, "Please, Lonnie." He swallowed, "Hurry."

**

Lonnie set Justin down and braced him against the wall. He looked at him carefully before barging into the room. The black man was stunned by the sight before him. Justin's friend straddled upon a naked JC, arm flexed ready to hit the nearly unconcscious form.

As the click of the door signaled another's entrance, Joey scraped his fingernails of his free hand over his face, piercing ht skin, causing a small stream of his blood to appear. He screamed. JC jerked underneath his weight, helpless.

"Stop," Joey yelled.

"Hey, what's going on in here? What the fuck? Get off of him asshole." The bodyguard rushed the tow seemingly struggling men. "I said get off of him."

Joey was grabbed roughly by the waistband of his pants and yanked off the smaller frame, unceremoniously landing on his back.

"Hey?" Joey asked. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Lonnie sat beside the naked man. "Hey there," he whispered while he gently stroked the bruised face of the brunette. "They really did a number on you, didn't they."

JC moaned and leaned into the caressing touch. His wet lashes blinked rapidly, revealing teasing hints of steel, as he began forcing self-awareness. JC delicately ran his tongue over his bloodied lips, trying to speak through the swollen blockade, "La...Lonnie?"

"Yeah, kid, its me." Lonnie ran his large comforting hand through JC's snarled tresses.

"Mmmm...," he wetted his lips once more. "Ja...Justin?"

"Shhhh... hang on, okay."

JC nodded his head.

Lonnie got up off the couch and turned toward Joey, "what the hell happened?"

Joey, a little intimidated, answered, "You wouldn't believe the whirlwind of events that have taken place. It's like fucking right out of the storybooks. You'd never believe what happened."

"Try me," Lonnie persisted as he walked out of the room and scooped up a very tired blond boy.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I'm not sure, but I found him in the hallway, disoriented. I'm assuming he had a pretty overwhelming vision."

"You know about them?"

"Of course, I know just about everything," Lonnie sneered. "And what I don't know, I find out."

"Oh..."

The bodyguard gently placed Justin on the couch beside JC and watched as the two instantly found each other. He smiled when Justin engulfed the brunette, covering every inch of the older man with his own body. Lonnie turned toward Joey again, "You will finish your tale, young man, but first we need to get these two out of here before Lou comes back."

"Okay, sounds like a plan." Joey walked over to the couch and reached for JC. The older brunette clenched Justin tighter, moving away from Joey's touch, whining. The fear in JC's voice brought Justin out of his stupor.

"Baby," Justin pressed JC's body closer, careful not to hurt him. "What is it?"

"Justin," the blond looked up at the voice, "we're just gonna move the two of you out of here. I was going to take JC, his lighter than you and this guy had you." Joey grabbed JC's ankle, "Come on JC."

"No," he moaned into Justin's neck, "please, Justin."

Justin reached for Joey's wrist, "Get the hell away from him," and when flesh touched flesh, Justin's head snapped back. "Unnn..." His mind, again was a hodgepodge of swirling colors, at first. Then the colors began blending, forming a recognizable feature; the room. This vision, however, flashed JC on the floor and then quickly on the couch. The brunette was by himself and then another flash, Joey was on top of him striking him. Justin's body arched hard, JC holding tightly, as a flash of Joey's assault on his boyfriend careened through his mind. "Huuhhh..." Pain coursed through him, as the vision shot through his mind for the first time in an unorganized fashion, revealing only bits and pieces and not a sequenced event. A white light penetrated his vision, blinding him from the final act of betrayal, but he felt JC's emotions, felt his pain. Joey's wrist falling free from Justin's vice like grip; Justin's body gave out and he collasped against the couch.

"Justin," JC whispered, tears in his eyes. He crawled on top of his lover and wrapped his slender arms around Justin's body. "Jus...tin." JC closed his eyes, unconscious.

Joey looked down at his bruised wrist and then over at Lonnie. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know, but one thing is for sure."

"Yeah, what's that?"

Lonnie approached Joey with a sinister look in his eyes, "You've got a lot of explaining to do, and..." He paused, "if I ever catch you striking JC or touching JC again, you won't live to regret it."



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