~Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to never never land ~ Metallica

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Justin shut his eyes as Lance launched his body across the bed, spearing the assailant in the side.

Justin moaned wretchedly as the object of assault tore from his body a millisecond.

And he couldn’t move as the struggle ensued on the floor of his hotel.

“Lance?” he called weakly. “Shit. Lance?”

Justin could see the blonde tipped head bob up and down as the two rolled on the floor, across the ugly green carpet that had been carelessly chosen to adorn the hotel room.

The face flamed in Justin’s head.

The identity of his attacker.

The man he once called friend.

JC.

“Why?” he whispered gently as the door kicked open and Joey entered.

“What the FUCK?” he screamed as he witnessed the struggle on the floor.

Justin saw the look of horror on Joey’s face -- in his gentle eyes. He saw Chris shove in just behind Joey with a similar look.

Stunned.

Joey dove for the two men grappling on the floor and in no time, his burly arms had them both up. “Talk. Someone fucking talk to me.”

And there was JC, ashen and dazed. His body was naked from the waist down and bright red marks adorned his skin.

Lance’s fist marks.

Justin’s eyes fluttered open and shut at random, and he pleaded quietly with Chris, who was unmoving and unblinking. “Untie me, please?”

Chris nodded and hurried to the bed, and Justin saw the empathy in his eyes as his hands worked feverishly at the binds. “I’m so sorry,” Chris whispered, avoiding visual contact. “Really fucking sorry, Justin.”

Justin couldn’t hear it. The room spun wildly around as his feet were freed -- then his hands. He bolted up, covering his nakedness with the thin sheet.

Humiliation at its finest, he thought sourly.

Joey shook JC hard, pausing to release Lance. “You fucking tell me Josh. You tell me what this is goddammit!”

JC was shaking, his eyes deep with disbelief at being caught. He struggled against Joey’s strong grip as tears streamed down his face.

Justin pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his trembling chin on them. He forced himself to stare at JC -- to really stare at the man who’d violated his dreams -- his reality. He saw the tears and the way his body tensed. Justin saw the marks Lance had positioned on his skin. He saw the emptiness of the tears falling from his face -- the face of a stranger.

Lance paced like a caged animal, his easy going face now a myriad of emotions. Justin glanced over at him, touched by his ferocity, by the way his eyes glowed and the way his cheeks flushed in fury.

So, when Lance fired himself back at JC, landing another solid punch to the gut, Justin smiled involuntarily.

“Jesus. Chris! Wanna help me here?” Joey grunted as he stood between the two.

JC was notable silent, his shoulders hunched, his hands stuffed between his legs. And Joey waited a beat for Chris to grab Lance before spinning around and shoving JC hard. “You stupid little PRICK!” he screamed, fighting the urge to pummel him. “I can’t fucking believe you got caught. You. Got. Caught. And fucking.”

Three pair of eyes widened in hopeful misunderstanding.

And the shimmy of electricity that spread throughout the room was evil.

Lance pushed out of Chris’ grasp and jumped on the bed, throwing his body against Justin’s protectively. “Leave him be. Just get out now.”

Chris looked at Joey. “You knew? You knew and let his continue? You fucking knew he was doing this?”

Joey nodded with a shrug. “He can’t help it. JC needs this.” His expression was flat -- his face steady. “It’s the only way we can be.”

Justin shivered as the voices continued. He felt Lance’s hands grab him and pull him up like a rag doll, urging him out of the room. He kept stumbling, though, and Lance was frantic.

“Come on, Justin. Move with me. Let Chris deal with this. Get in my room, man. Come on.”

And Justin *wanted* to move. He felt the thickness in the air and the confusion in his mind.

Joey.

JC.

Predators eager for more and more of his life.

Fucking with him.

“Oh, get off it, Chris. You wanted your little piece of Justin ass too.” Joey bent and threw JC’s boxers at him. “Get dressed baby. It’s all okay now.”

And Justin watched with interest as JC did as he was told. But the tears still came.

“Why?” Justin hissed lowly as Lance kept hold of his shoulders. Pain burned inside every pore of his fragile body. Pain and agony so white hot he flushed and wobbled. “Why? Why? Why?” The chant grew louder and louder until it was the only sound in the room.

“Let’s go, Justin,” Lance demanded, using his fingers to grip Justin’s bicep tightly. “Come with me. Focus on me.”

But the deep voice meant nothing to him. The only voice he heard was the one screaming inside his head -- screaming for justice.

“Look,” Joey said straightforwardly, “JC has issues. He has issues with Justin. Obsession maybe?” He moved back and touched JC’s cheek lovingly. “And I can’t let him suffer like that.”

“So, you fuck with him?” Lance growled, only to be silenced by Chris’ finger.

“And how does this work, Joe? Hmm? How does Justin fit into your relationship?” Brown eyes challenged brown eyes in hate -- and fury.

“Simple,” Joey cooed, turning his gaze to Justin. “JC attacks. Gets horny. I get mine.” His fingers twined in JC’s wild locks, tugging roughly. “However, he wasn’t supposed to get caught. He wasn’t supposed to be fucking.”

JC shrank away from the harsh grip.

And Justin fell back into Lance’s arms.

It was just too incredible to believe -- like a bad drama whose ending couldn’t be rewritten.

The five men stood in the room where the walls grew closer and closer together. The ceiling was dropping, and the floor becoming a quicksand trap.

“Justin, please, let me try to explain this all,” JC sobbed as he moved toward the weakened figure.

Lance backed up, dragging Justin away. “You sick shit. Stay back. You hurt him. You fucking marred him! Fucked with his sanity.” His eyes darted back and forth between Joey and JC as Justin attempted to stand.

“So? Isn’t that what life is, Lance?” Joey grinned sadistically as he stepped closer slowly. “A series of mind fucks? Isn’t it what this entire *thing* is about? N Sync? Pop music? All of it? Isn't’ it your mind that’s now wondering how fast you can get in Justin’s pants? Hmm? Don’t you think that’s a mind fuck?”

Justin blinked as he watched JC cringe with each word his lover spat.

“It’s over, Joe,” JC said softly. “Let them go. Let us all go.”

“Never!” Joey screamed. “Never, never, never!”

“Never!” The words rang clearly through Justin’s head -- loud words that made him shiver and roll.

Sweat cascaded down his brow as the mantra continued.

Hands were at him, shaking and pulling, slapping his face. Hurting.

“No, please. No.” He muttered and thrashed, eager to escape the hell he was in.

“Justin? Justin come on. Come on. It’s okay.”

Slithering words that snaked into his ear.

His eyes flapped open to find chocolate eyes staring back at him. Hands brushed his face and soft lips kissed his. “You okay? Must have been some dream.”

Justin shuddered as his heart leapt about. “Shit.” He looked for blood, for welts or marks. He found nothing but the same skin he’d always had.

And beside him, the man who’d taken his virginity exactly 12 hours before, with tender kisses, and loving glances, and sweet words that meant the world to him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:*yeah, so it took me a while to decide where to take this. thing is, if jc really attacked justin, then he’d need to be in jail, and when all is said and done, i simply can’t do that. i can’t rip n sync apart. my writing isn’t that strong for a non-au. so i hope you *got* it, justin’s apprehension about losing his virginity and his struggle with his morals instilled a series of awake/asleep dreams that occurred in rapid succession over post sexual exertion. but chris was there, and kind, and in no way leaving his baby boy*

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