Author: MistressCyberia aka charlotte ;)
Pairing: AJ/Brian/Kevin/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: i horde it all in a little folder and read it over and over again like a psycho....feed my obsession...MistressCyberia@hotmail.com
Notes: This is basically a really long visual. The plot is there so I cram as much smut possible in...so just ignore the plot holes big enough to drive a tour bus through, and look at all the nice smut!! Also, this is completely AU...the Backstreet Boys don't exist, it's just these gorgeous guys. And I have exaggerated some characteristics of the guys for the sake of humor, so please read it with a sense of humor!
Warnings: I think i may have managed to make the sequel more depraved than the original...didnt think it was possible huh? lets see...the following story may contain: Violence, smut, language, bondage, abuse, knifeplay, bloodplay, gunplay, incest, fisting, random sheep, naughty acts in a church, and misuse of a sock. i think that covers everything...i might've missed something, but i think you get the idea
Disclaimer: i have not yet saved up enough to buy the backstreet boys....only enough for tickets to their show (well...not really, i owe crystal $50) therefore, I dont own them...yet. All sheep are property of Crystal's deranged childhood mind.
Chapter 1I’m back in the warehouse. Except this time it’s me naked and handcuffed spread-eagle to the table. Nick’s sitting in one of the chairs behind me.
“Kevin, cartoons are on, I wanna go home and watch.”
Richardson looms above me, and out of the corner of my eye I see the flash of a knife in his hand.
“But Puppy, the best show is right here.”
He laughs, deep and rich and mocking as leans over me. The tips of his hair brush my chest and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. His hips are pressed into mine, his arousal nudging my inner thigh.
The knife drags across my stomach and circles my navel, leaving an angry pink line. Kevin presses a kiss on the underside of my jaw. I groan as he works his mouth down the front of my body, stopping to trace the path of the scratch with his tongue. The wetness of his mouth is like molten steel, turning the scratch into a live wire that conducts searing heat straight into my groin.
I feel the knife replace his cock, digging sharply against my femoral artery. Kevin encloses the head of my dick in his hot, wet mouth. There is an answering ripple of pain in my thigh and then a hot, wet rush of blood, bathing my balls and dripping off Kevin’s chin. I watch his eyes close with ecstasy as his teeth sink into the wound, and I’m arching up off the table, eyes rolling back into my head, vision going in and out and there’s a sheep sitting in Nick’s chair.
It takes a leisurely drag on its pipe and arches an eyebrow at me.
“Hello Clarice.”
It sounds suspiciously like Anthony Hopkins.
A door slams and I sit up amidst the tangle of sheets, heart racing and hard-on throbbing. The .45 Baby Eagle I keep on my nightstand is in my hand and leveled in front of me.
Brian is frozen in the doorway, blue eyes wide and blond curls damp from his shower, wearing only a wifebeater and boxers.
“Well it looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
“Fuck Brian, don’t do that to me.” I sigh and set the gun back on the nightstand, glancing at the clock next to it. “What the hell? It’s 7 in the fucking morning! What are you doing up so goddamn early?”
“It’s Sunday.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“I’m going to church.” He moves out of the doorway and begins to rummage on the floor for his clothes.
“Church?”
“Yes, church. You see, it’s this place where people go to pray and commune with - ”
“I know what a fucking church is, Brian. But why the hell are you going?”
He finds a sock and sits on the edge of the bed next to me to slip it on. “I always go to church.” He glances around, looking for the other sock. I lean over to nip at his ear lobe, bringing his attention back to me before I kiss him, deep and warm.
Brian breaks away and stands up, continuing his search for his other sock.
I cross my arms and do my best pout. “Well good morning to you too.”
“You know A.J., you should really come with me.”
I’m horny as all fucking hell and have a cute, half-clad piece of ass with only one sock standing in front of me. The last thing I want to do right now is go to some fucking church and have someone tell me all the delicious things running through my mind at the moment are wrong. I already have my own little churchboy for that, and at least he puts out.
“Church isn’t for people like me, Brian.” I climb out of bed and walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and rubbing my erection against his ass. I press a kiss on the back of his neck, making tiny circles with my tongue against his nape.
He shudders in my grasp. “Church is especially for people like you.” But tremble in his voice belies the conviction of his words.
I slide my hand down his stomach massage the rapidly growing bulge in the front of his boxers.
“Christ, A.J.” he whispers.
“Come back to bed with me, babe.”
Brian pulls away and sighs. “I can’t forsake my faith just indulge in carnalities with you.”
“You can if I have your other sock.”
“What?” he whirls around. “Where?”
I crawl back into the bed and pull the sock out of the tangle of sheets, waving it in front of him and settling back against the headboard, slipping the sock over my dick.
I smirk at his shocked expression. “You want it, Churchboy? Come and get it.”
He lets out an angry huff. “Fine, have it your way.” He stomps over to the bed and plucks the sock off my cock. I grab his arm and pull him down on top of me, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.
“Let me up.” he mumbles against my mouth.
I wiggle my hips against his, and he muffles a groan. “Feels to me like you’re already there.”
I begin to kiss my way down his tender throat. I can feel him swallow thickly beneath my lips. I run my hands up his sides and thumb his nipples through the thin cloth of the wifebeater.
“A.J…” he whispers. I silence him with another kiss, slipping my hands inside his wifebeater and running them up the warm, muscled flesh of his back. I tug the shirt up over his head and toss it aside, reveling in the feel of his tight little body pressed up against me.
His hands are tangled in my hair as he kisses me, hot and delicious. He drops a kiss on the corner of my mouth and then drags his mouth across my jaw, letting his head drop to nibble my shoulder. My hand slides down between our bodies to fondle the bulge in the front of his boxers.
He hisses and arches into my hand, sitting up and straddling me, rubbing his erection against mine. Oh shit, that’s nice. Tremors of ecstasy ripple out from wherever he touches, pooling in my cock, making it throb even harder.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down around his hips. I grasp his erection and run my thumb over the soft head. Brian gasps and jerks against my hand. I begin to pump him back and forth and he moans loudly, digging his fingers into my chest.
“A.J. I…I can’t…I’m going to…Shit!” He thrusts into my hand and rakes his fingernails down my chest as come splatters onto my stomach, hot and sticky.
He slumps, breathing heavily, then peers up at me behind lowered eyelashes. Spying the angry red slashes on my chest, his brow furrows. “Oh God, I’m sorry.” He tenderly touches one of the slashes. They burn quite wonderfully.
I grin wryly at him. “I’m sure you can think of a way to make me feel all better.” I rub my still very hard cock against his thigh.
“Oh you do, do you?” He drops a kiss on my nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting down gently. Red lightning bolts of sensation lance my flesh as he drags his tongue down the path of scratches, and then begins to slowly lick the come off my stomach. When I’m all cleaned up he sits up and licks his lips, then drops a kiss on my mouth before climbing off me.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I cry.
He turns around to look at me. “I told you already, church.”
“Fuck Brian, you can’t leave me like this. It’s wrong!”
“You’re still welcome to come with me, you know.”
“Dammit, I don’t want to come with you, I just want to come. Now get your skinny ass back over here.”
“Either come with me or don’t come at all. It’s your choice.” He gives me a wicked little grin.
Well isn’t this just a fun and exciting little word game we’re playing. We should go on fucking Sesame Street.
I should’ve known better than to let him get off first.
I groan with frustration. “Fine, fine. I’ll come.”
He grins at me. “You sure will.” He crawls in between my legs and takes my cock in his mouth. Oh yeah, that’s the shit.
I moan and grip the tangle of sheets as he works his soft lips up and down my shaft. He’s definitely getting better at this.
Well, he does have an excellent teacher.
His tongue slides over the head of my cock as his hand begins to massage my balls. That’s all it takes and I’m coming in fast spurts against his lips. He licks my cock clean and crawls up my body to press a kiss on my mouth. My tongue darts out to lick the come from his lips.
Kevin was right; I do taste tangy.
Brian drops a final kiss on my lips. “Now hurry up and get dressed. The service starts in twenty minutes.”
I groan and fling a hand over my face. Brian gently removes it stares reprovingly into my eyes.
“You promised.”
“It was a promise extracted under duress.”
“It was still a promise. I thought you kept your promises, A.J.” He peers at me questioningly.
“I promised to kill Kevin.”
A dark cloud passes over Brian’s face. “That was a mistake. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
I bring his hand to my mouth and place a gentle kiss on his palm, peering up into his stormy eyes. “And now you do?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
He takes his hand away and pulls his boxers back up around his waist. He retrieves the errant sock and slips it on before standing up and resuming the search for the rest of his clothes. “Now get in the shower, I don’t want to be late.”
I sigh and roll out of bed.
Brian has found his pants and is buttoning up his shirt. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
I grumble something I’m sure is offensive and slam the door to the bathroom. After a nice hot shower, I grab a pair of jeans and a fresh wifebeater and get dressed. Then I slip on my shoulder holster with the Baby Eagle, strap the knives on my forearms, and secure the Glock in the small of my back. I sit on the edge of the bed to slip my boots on.
“A.J., what’s taking you so long?” Brian appears in the doorway and his jaw drops. “You are not bringing your weapons to church.”
“The hell I’m not.” I tuck the Beretta into my boot. He gives me a stern look. “Take it out, A.J., now. And take off the rest too.”
“Fuck that. I don’t go anywhere without my weapons.”
“It’s a church, A.J., not a battle zone.”
“Then I’ll leave the Uzi at home.”
Brian’s eyes widen. “You have an Uzi?”
“I’m an assassin, babe. What did you think I had? Stuffed bunnies?”
Brian shrugged. “Well you do have that stuffed goose.”
“That’s Guido the Love Goose. He brings me good luck with cute pieces of ass like you.”
Brian blushes and bites his lip. I chuckle at how adorable he looks and stand up, grabbing my trench coat and pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Now let’s get moving.” I pinch his ass as I walk out, laughing at his outraged little yelp.
We get to church and snag a pew near the back since it’s already started. After ten minutes I’m bored as hell. Actually, the way the guy at the pulpit is going on about fire and brimstone, hell sounds a lot more exciting than this place.
My hand creeps over Brian’s thigh. I feel his body stiffen a little and he gives me a warning glance. I just grin and slide my hand higher, leaning over to nibble on his neck.
“Stop it, A.J., we’re in a church.” Brian whispers harshly.
“Yeah, and I’m extremely bored.” I murmur in his ear as I trace the cartilage with my tongue. He shivers and I move my hand up to cup the burgeoning bulge in the front of his slacks. He gasps and jumps as I begin to stroke it.
“A.J…” he says warningly, but his eyes are closed and his breathing labored.
“C’mon, say it. I know you want to.” I caress his stomach and dip my hand inside the waistband of his pants.
“This is wrong.”
I chuckle and place a kiss on his temple. “There’s my Churchboy.” I lean over to capture his mouth but freeze when I feel something cool and hard pressed into the back of my head.
“A.J., I’m surprised to see you here.”
Brian’s eyes widen in shock.
Richardson is in the pew behind us.
And he’s holding a gun to the back of my fucking head.
Shit.
I begin to slide my hand out of Brian’s pants, but the gun jabs harshly at my skull.
“Don’t move.” Kevin commands.
Brian shifts uncomfortably. He’s still aroused. “What are you doing, Kevin?”
Kevin laughs, that same deep, rich, mocking sound from my dream. “You tried to have me killed, cousin dear. Did you not expect retaliation?”
Brian nodded solemnly. “Fine, I deserve whatever I get. But leave A.J. out of it.”
Kevin laughs again. “Oh no, no, no. A.J. is hardly an innocent here. I’m still not finished with him”
Fuck. I hope this doesn’t mean more butt plugs.
Brian squeezes my hand reassuringly. The one that’s not down the front of his pants, of course. It’s a sweet gesture, but I really wish he had grabbed the Baby Eagle out of my shoulder holster instead. But then again, he probably wouldn’t know how to use it. I’ll have to teach him later.
If there is a later.
“Now I want you to take your hand out of my cousin’s pants - slowly.” Kevin instructs me. I slide my hand up and rest it on Brian’s stomach.
“Now, quietly get up and walk out. Pretend nothing’s wrong. I’ll be following closely.”
The gun is taken away from the back of my head and we quietly stand up and walk out.
Once outside, I spy Nick sitting in a car parked by the curb. He sees us and leans out the window, waving wildly, a huge smile on his face. “Hi Brian! Hi A.J.!”
Kevin glances at Nick and I seize the opportunity and deliver a swift kick to the hand holding the gun. It skitters across the pavement, and I draw the Baby Eagle and point it at him, grabbing Brian’s hand and slowly backing away, keeping the gun trained on Kevin’s dark figure.
He stands still and watches us go, expression black and murderous.
Poor Nick’s gonna get beat pretty bad. But better him than us.
We drive back to my place. Brian’s still pretty shook up. I take him inside and sit him down on the couch, kissing him gently.
He peers up at me with his beautiful eyes. “What was that for?”
“For trying to protect me back there.”
He laughs harshly. “I think you did all the protecting.”
“But you tried to get Kevin to leave me out of it by taking all the blame. That was really brave.”
He shakes his head. “It’s my fault you’re in this whole mess. I didn’t realize it would get so out of control.”
I take his chin in my hand and force him to look at me. “You tried to have someone killed, Brian. Shit happened. Now we have to deal with the aftermath.”
I can hear tears cracking his voice. “I just wanted to stop him from hurting Nick.”
“Don’t worry about Nick. He’s happy with Kevin. Kevin gives him what he needs.”
“But - ”
I silence him with another kiss. “Now let’s forget about this and fuck.”
“A.J.!”
I chuckle at his shocked expression. “C’mon, I wanna finish what we started back in that pew.” I grab his hand and tug him back into the bedroom. I fall back onto the bed and pull him down on top of me, attacking his mouth with my tongue.
He breaks away, gasping. “Your gun is poking me.”
I smile wickedly and wiggle my hips against him. “That’s not my gun.”
He sighs. “I wasn’t talking about that. I meant this.” He points at the Baby Eagle.
I sigh. “Fine, fine. Have it your way.” I roll out from under him and slip off my coat, setting myself to removing all my weapons.
Brian watches me warily. “So you really wear those everywhere?”
“It’s best in my line of work always to have a little something with you, for unexpected situations like today. Which reminds me,” I glance at him. “You don’t know how to use a gun, do you?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t like guns.”
My jaw drops. “You don’t like guns? But everyone likes guns.”
He crosses his arms in front of his chest. “No, you like guns. Kevin likes guns. Nick likes guns…a little too much. That’s not everyone.”
“It is now. You’re in this shit too Brian, whether you like it or not. You need to learn how to defend yourself.” I kick off my boots and put the Beretta away. “Haven’t you thought about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t gone with you today?” I sit back down on the bed next to him and begin to unbutton his shirt.
He sighs as I slip the shirt off him. “I was glad you were there today. But I’ll be fine. I don’t need a gun.”
I nuzzle his jaw. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re being delusional.”
He pulls away and pouts. “I am not being delusional. I just don’t like guns.”
I pull him back into my arms. “Fine. Just don’t go anywhere without me then, okay?” I drop a kiss on his shoulder and slide my hand inside his wifebeater.
He shivers. “I don’t need you to baby-sit me.”
I pull up the hem of his wifebeater and press my mouth to his taut little stomach.
“Mmm, you make me so fucking hot when you’re being contrary.”
Brian pulls away. “Stop it.”
I pull him back and nuzzle the tent in the front of his slacks. “I don’t think you want me to.” He shudders against me as I unbutton his pants and slip them off. I feel his hands gripping my shoulders as I tease his cock through his boxers with the tip of my tongue.
He grips my wifebeater and tugs it over my head, tossing it aside. I slide my hands up inside the bottom of his boxers, cupping his tight little ass, working a finger between the cheeks.
He groans and arches against me. “God, A.J…” His hands tangle in my hair, pushing my face closer to his crotch. I slide my hands out and pull his boxers off, lowering my mouth to gently suck on his balls.
He writhes against me and I lick a path down his inner thigh, tonguing the crease where his leg meets his torso.
“A.J., please…” he begs.
I peer up at his face, flushed pink with desire. “Please what?”
He just shakes his head wordlessly.
I grasp his cock in my hand. “Please what?”
He gasps. “Please…that…yes…” He thrusts against my hand, but I release him. He whimpers, and I move up his body to quiet him with a deep kiss. Reaching over to the nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out a tube of lubricant. I spread some over my fingers and grasp his cock again, working it up and down. My other hand fumbles to get my jeans off.
I toss them on the floor and tug Brian into the center of the bed, stripping off his wifebeater. I kiss him again and spread more lube on his cock, before grabbing his hand and squeezing some onto his fingers.
He gives me a confused look, and I drop another kiss on his sweet mouth.
I grin. “Fuck me, you dirty little churchboy.”
I see his eyes widen before I turn around and settle on all fours. “And hurry up with it,” I call over my shoulder, “I’m fucking horny.”
Hesitant fingers slide down the crack of my ass and push against my opening. I thrust back and feel his finger slide inside me, gently working in and out.
“Give me more, dammit.” My voice is husky with passion. Another finger works its way in. He twists them, and I throw back my head with a loud moan.
“I want your fucking cock, Brian!” I nearly scream with desire and frustration.
“A.J…”
“Just give it to me!”
I feel him, blunt and hot, pressing into me.
“Oh fuck yeah.” I murmur as he thrusts in, burning pleasure eating my flesh alive.
Churchboy moans and thrusts again. “So tight…you’re so tight, A.J.” He begins to pump in and out of me faster, finding a rhythm.
His breathing accelerates and he pushes harder inside me. “So good…so..ahh..I’m gonna…A.J…”
“Touch me, Brian.” I demand, my cock throbbing painfully. There’s a falter in his thrusts as he reaches around my hips to grasp my dick, but he soon finds the rhythm again, pumping my cock in time with his thrusts. The exquisite pressure that’s been building suddenly bursts and washes over us in a wave of wet heat. I groan and come into his hand, feeling an answering spurt of warmth deep inside me as he collapses against my back.
I roll out from under him and pull him into my arms. His heart flutters wildly against mine.
“A.J., that was…wow.” he breathes against my neck.
“Mmm.” I murmur in assent. “Sleep now.”
I think he says something else, but black velvet sleep is already swimming up to claim me. Whatever it is can wait.