Title: The Things We Do For Love (Sequel to Strange Bedfellows)
Author: Granitite Stone, cobalite@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: If they were mine, would I be writing fanfiction?
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: Ask and ye shall recieve
Website: Choose Your Poison at my sister's site, who's nice enough to host my stories. https://www.angelfire.com/weird/cobalite/index.html

Nick was getting sick of walking into AJ's living room and finding Eminem on the couch. He was still recovering from the time he'd found Eminem and AJ on the couch. AJ had stopped him from clawing his eyes out, then recommended he join Dre's support group. He finally spoke up. "You're on tour. Why are you always here?"

Eminem raised his head from where it had been buried in the couch cushion. "Because my friends wouldn't like it if they found a Backstreet Boy in my bed. At least all you do is run screaming from the room."

Okay, maybe that made sense. "You must have groupies all over the country. You don't have to fly all the way to Florida to get laid."

The look Eminem gave Nick usually ended in a lawsuit. "You think I would do that to Alex? Unlike my ho of an ex-wife, I don't fuck around."

Nick figured it must be just the sex. Good sex, if they'd been doing this for two years, but still just sex. "You hate the rest of us, though. You don't always have to be around."'

Eminem let his anger dissolve into a devious smile. He knew how to shut Nick up. "I hate your music, not you, but I love Alex."

Nick fell backwards in his chair, and crashed to the floor. AJ stuck his head into the room. "Marshall, you didn't hit him, did you?"

"Naw, I didn't hit him." Eminem started laughing. Not a mean laugh, but a normal one that seemed so strange on a man known for his anger. "You okay down there, Carter?"

"I'm going home to call Jive." Luckily, the only thing Nick wounded was his pride.

AJ helped him up. "Why?"

"To see if they'll trade me for Justin. I bet his friends aren't sleeping with psychopaths."

Eminem was still laughing when Nick left. "God, Alex, if you had seen the look on his face."

"What did you say to him?" AJ took a moment to wonder why he was in love with a man who pretended to hate his friends. He stopped wondering when Eminem pulled him down onto the couch, and told him. That was why.
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AJ dialed a familiar number, and got a distracted, "What?"

"You sound so happy to hear from me, Marshall."

"Alex." There was a slight softening in Eminem's rough tone.

"You busy? I'm in the general area and I'm..." AJ let his voice drop. "Lonely."

Eminem stifled a groan. "Don't do that. My kid's in the living room."

"Sorry." AJ knew how important Hailey was to Eminem. "I'll let you go."

"You can still come over. I mean, we can't tell her, but I want you two to meet." Eminem walked back to where Hailey was playing. He spoke low enough so she couldn't hear. "You're turning me into such a fucking sap. I can't believe I want my daughter to like my boyfriend."

"I'll be there soon." AJ chuckled, and hung up.

Eminem sat down on the floor with his daughter. The little girl looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"Your Daddy is nuts."

Hailey Mathers nodded. That seemed to be the only thing her parents agreed on.

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AJ was being intimidated by a five-year-old. How embarrassing. Hailey was examining all his tattoos. "Are you a singer?"

"Yeah." He looked to Eminem for help, but the other man just looked amused, in a twisted sort of way.

"Is he signing you?" She released his arm, and went back to her dolls.

AJ wondered how she knew what that meant, until he realized she'd grown up around stuff like that. Most of the tattooed men she'd met were probably rappers. "No, I already have a label. I sing a different kind of music than your Daddy. The kind you hear on the radio."

She gave him a skeptical look. "And you're one of Daddy's friends?"

"Alex is okay, Hailey." Eminem decided to rescue AJ from the inquisition.

Hailey wasn't going to give up quite that easily. "Sing something for me."

AJ sighed, then the answer came to him. He winked at Eminem. "Don't care what is written your history, as long as you're here with me. I don’t care who you are, where you're from, what you did, as long as you love me."

Eminem got the subtext. "Don't egg him on, Hailey. I like Alex, but his music isn't our thing."

Hailey shook her head. "It's pretty." She smiled at AJ. "Daddy sings pretty sometimes."

"He does?"

"If I ask, he'll sing to me before bedtime." Hailey wondered why AJ was smiling like that. "What?"

"Nothing, kiddo. You just gave me an idea." AJ wondered how he could pull this off.

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"No."

"Please?" Hailey pouted.

Eminem looked at AJ. "Not a word, especially to Carter." He sang 'Rock-a-Bye and Goodnight' and AJ was shocked. How could he have not know Eminem had such a beautiful voice?

Later that night, after they put Hailey to bed, AJ tackled Eminem to the ground. "Not with my kid here, okay? And they say rappers are over sexed."

"Why didn't I know you could sing?"

"You own my CD's." Eminem knew what AJ meant, of course.

AJ shook his head. "Stay away from Jive, or before you know it you'll be wearing leather pants and sparkly shirts."

He pushed AJ off. "You'd save me, wouldn't you?" Pause. "Wouldn't you?" Eminem got a sinking feeling.
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Kim buckled Hailey in, and glared at the unfamiliar car. "Hailey, who does that belong to?"

"Alex." Hailey was licking syrup off her fingers. AJ had made her french toast.

'Alex. So Marshall has a girlfriend.' Kim started the car. "So, what's she like?" 'Probably some whore.'

"He. Alex is a singer, like Daddy."

A rapper. "And how many tattoos does Alex have?"

"I lost count."

Kim roared out of the lot. 'Marshall and his degenerate friends.'
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"You said we were going clubbing." Eminem's voice was little more than a growl.

AJ was grinning. "This *is* a club."

"It's a fucking Kareoke bar, Alex." Eminem slouches as low as he could in the booth. "I don't know what's worse. Being here, or knowing I'll eventually do whatever you want."

"You know it, baby." AJ's hand disappeared under the table, and found Eminem's crotch. "I'll let you do anything?"

"Anything?"

"I bought a new set of handcuffs." AJ could see Eminem's resolve crumbling. "One song, Marshall."

"One song?" Eminem had already given in.

"Anything but rap." AJ pushed him out of the booth. "Go pick something, and we can leave."

"Don't make any plans for tomorrow. You'll be a little tied up." Eminem stalked off to the selection booth, and AJ got a satisfied look on his face. This would be worth it.

It was then the trouble started.

A familiar face sat down across from him. "AJ, looks like we had the same idea."

Of all the people to run into. AJ barely kept a grimace off his face. "And what's that?"

"Watching someone else sing for once." Justin Timberlake leaned back into the leather booth. "Seen anyone butcher our songs yet?"

AJ suddenly had visions of Eminem coming back, finding Justin, and killing him. "No, not yet. Maybe you should get going, Justin."

"Your boyfriend not an Nsync fan?" Justin noticed AJ was turning a little green and misinterpreted it. "Man, don't worry. Everyone in the industry knows you're bi but the media, and we're not telling them until it's time to completely destroy your careers."

"It's not that." AJ refused to help bury the body. "Okay, maybe it is like that. He hates all of you."

"I'm Justin Timberlake. Everyone loves me." Justin thought about it for a second. "Well, maybe some of your fans think I'm the anti-Christ. And there are only two guys I can that actually hate me."

"Who?"

"Well, you aren't here with Nick Carter, I would have recognized him from across the room. That only leaves one other person." Justin burst out laughing. "That just leaves Eminem."

"Hey, you got it in one. I'm here tonight with Marshall Mathers." Sometime the truth is the simplest lie.

Justin burst out laughing. "God, AJ, you sound so serious. I mean, can you even imagine him with a guy?"

AJ was still trying to figure out how to get rid of Justin when the curtain opened. Eminem stepped on stage, and walked up to the mike. Justin's draw dropped as he said, "You so fucking owe me." Eminem turned to the DJ and said, "Okay, roll it."

Justin stopped breathing when Eminem started singing. "Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine, I'm leaving my life in your hands. People say I'm crazy and that I am blind, risking it all in a glance. And how you got me blind is still a mystery, I can't get you out of my head. Don't care what is written in your history, as long as you're here with me."

"You're really here with Eminem. You came here tonight with Eminem, the gay bashing rapper, and he's up on stage in front of people, singing one of your songs." Justin felt like the world had tipped sideways. "AJ, I never thought I'd say this, but you could do better."

"I don't want to do better." AJ's eyes narrowed. "I hit you before, Timberlake, and I'll do it again if you don't shut up." AJ turned back to the stage, deciding listening to Eminem sing was preferable to ending up in the tabloids for punching out Justin. He could see the headlines, 'Battle of the Boybands!' and the side bar would read, 'Detroit Rapper Goes Pop.'

Justin was silent the rest of the song, until AJ finally spoke. "I don't care what you think, but you're going to keep this quiet. You think you can destroy us, well, you aren't exactly squeaky clean either. Catch my drift?"

"Yeah." Justin stood up. "You are out of your mind, AJ. When this crashes and burns, Nsync will gladly take over your fan base. I'd give it three weeks before one of you slips up."

He shouted to Justin's retreating back, "Try two years, asshole."

Eminem came stalking back to the table a few minutes later. He didn't even sit back down. "Can we get the hell out of here now?"

"Yeah." AJ slid out of the booth, and they walked towards the door.

"So, did you shoot that blond down? He looked pissed." Eminem was smirking, and AJ knew he had no clue who he'd been talking to.
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AJ let Eminem drag him in the back door. "Marshall, about that guy I was talking to."

"I'll kill him for hitting on you later." Eminem locked the deadbolt. "Anything I want, right? So strip."

AJ walked towards his bedroom, undoing buttons. It was no use trying to talk to Eminem when he got like this. Eminem let him get into the bedroom before shoving AJ against the wall. "If anyone saw me, you're a dead man." He paused, and licked AJ's collarbone. "And if anyone got a picture, I'm letting your PR people deal with it."

"You're on your way from Texas to Illinois. Why would you be in a Florida kareoke bar?" AJ pulled Eminem's T-shirt off. "Especially with me."

"My daughter's on my case now, she figured out who you are." He pulled back a little, and let AJ move away from the wall. "Now I have to buy her your new CD so she doesn't tell Kim. "

"You really think she'd go to the media?"

"I think she'd be on the phone with Carson Daly before she figured out which boyband you were in." His fingers twisted in AJ's hair as he was sucked down his throat. "Fuck."

AJ bobbed his head back, and looked up. "Whatever you want."

"I want you to finish what you started." Eminem pushed AJ's head back down. AJ didn't deep throat him again, but instead just gave a few licks. "Fucking cock tease, just suck it already."

AJ decided to stop torturing Eminem, and used his teeth. Eminem came, resting his head against the wall, eyes shut, breathing erratic. "Bed."

"Yeah." Eminem stretched out next to AJ, and stared at the copper colored hair. "Isn't one blond enough?"

"Do you really care?"

"No." He nipped an ear lobe. "At the moment, all I care about is fucking you."

AJ smiled. "Go for it." He rolled over, grabbed the lube from the nightstand, and passed it backwards over his shoulder.

Eminem opened the tube, and squeezed some of its contents onto his fingers. Then he opened AJ. Two fingers slid deep, pressing against the other man's prostate. He knew the handcuff thing was probably a sincere offer, but right now he was more interested in a fuck than bondage.

By now, AJ was about ready to explode. "Get on with it."

He heard a muttered, "Impatient," and then Eminem was pushing inside his body, and AJ's eyes fluttered closed. Deep quick thrusts hitting that spot inside him perfectly. Eminem had always been so good at this, even in the beginning, even the first night when neither of them had really been in that hotel room. A seemingly endless stream of meaningless words drifted by his ear, halted only by Eminem's uneven breathing. "So hot. So tight. Fuck. Alex, I…"

Eminem's hand forced it's way beneath their bodies, and got a firm grip on AJ's cock. A few good tugs, and the other man came with a sound of relief. Eminem pushed forward one last time and joined him. He rolled off to let AJ breath, and they lay in silence a few minutes. "Alex, tell me you're not still hard."

"You want me to lie?"

"Horny popstars." Eminem laughed. "I suppose you want a turn?"

"If you don't mind." AJ grabbed his shoulder to stop Eminem from rolling over. "Uhn uh. We aren't going through that again. You're like a kicked puppy face down." Eminem claimed it didn't bother him, but AJ had felt that shudder. It was only later he remembered the lyrics to that song on the first album. No, he wouldn't put Eminem through that.

"I am not a kicked puppy." Eminem squeezed his eyes shut, as AJ started jacking his cock.

"Sure, whatever you say Marshall." AJ retrieved the lube from somewhere in the bed sheets. He leaned up and kissed Eminem as he worked a finger inside him. Until a few months ago, it had been more than a year since he'd been inside a man. None of the other guys he'd ever been with had been virgins, and Eminem was still insanely tight.

The abject terror about hurting his lover and being told that he was never going to be allowed to do this again had faded a little, until recently. He didn't think he'd ever forget that tremble. AJ figured it was because without that eye to eye contact, it could be anyone in your body. Eminem didn't have the level of trust for that, and AJ didn't blame him. The bully in Brain Damage was real, hadn't he said that in an interview?

He took a moment to drown in blue eyes as he slid inside Eminem. Tight, velvet muscles squeezed him, and AJ's fingers tightened their hold in Eminem's shoulder blades. He slid in slowly, the first round had taken the edge off. "Marshall…"

Eminem was sucking on AJ's pulse point. He really thought this should bother him more. All those special interest groups would probably curl up and die if they could see him now. Yeah, this actually felt good. His eyelids clamped shut. Especially that.

AJ had picked up speed a little, switching from short shallow thrusts to long deep ones. He smirks a little when Eminem's eyes close, but Eminem's body is tightening around him. Tight goes to unbearable as Eminem comes, and AJ has no choice but to follow him. "God."

"About as far away as you can get from God, Alex." Eminem was about two seconds away from sleep. "You ever get the feeling you're getting too old for all night sex marathons?"

"Only after concerts." AJ was almost asleep when he remembered. "Um, Marshall?"

"What?"

"The guy at the club."

"Drop it already. I’m tired, you can tell me how you shot him down and ripped out his heart in the morning."

"It was Justin Timberlake."

Eminem was wide-awake now. "That isn't funny, Alex."

"It's not supposed to be." AJ wondered if Eminem had high blood pressure. It couldn't be healthy to get that red. "Marshall?"

"Fucking little poser. At least now I have an excuse to kill his ass." Eminem flicked on the bedside light.

"Are you upset that he saw you with me, or saw you sing?" Eminem didn't think the joke was funny, and AJ stopped him before he could leave the bed. "I wouldn't worry to much about Justin. He'll keep quiet if I do."

"What kind of secrets could the vestal virgin have?" Eminem watched AJ crack a grin. "Tell me."

"First of all, he is telling the truth about not sleeping with Britney." AJ turned the light off. "She's dating one of her dancers. Second, Justin is definitely not a vestal virgin. He just gives lousy head."

"You're fucking with me." Oh man, he had to write a song about this. Course, he'd probably get sued for libel again….. "When the hell did you get a blow job from Justin Timberlake?"

"Party a few years ago. We were both really *really* drunk." AJ stopped to think for a moment. "I did a lot of stupid things drunk. Got a blow job from Justin, almost destroyed my band, missed your confession of undying love…" He stopped when Eminem pinched him. "Anyway. Nsync's PR is afraid he's going to burst into flames any day. That's why he's living with Britney. No straight man sings and dances that well."

"So I don’t get to hurt him?" AJ shook his head no in the darkness. "Damn."
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His cell phone rang on the way to Illinois. "I'm on the plane, okay? I'll be back in plenty of time, so leave me the fuck alone."

"Sorry."

"Timberlake." Fuck. "Listen, Alex promised you'd keep your mouth shut, so I probably won't have to break your jaw at the next award show."

"Everything stays in the industry. Don't ask, don't tell." Justin sounded nervous. "I just thought you might want to know…"

"What?" Eminem snapped.

"AJ raps on the Backstreet's Back album." Suddenly, Eminem was in a much better mood. Revenge would be his.

~ When I look into the mirror, and see a face I don't recognize, I am no longer surprised.
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