The Devil and Brian Kinney

Heart and Soul, (and Strawberries) You are the One

Setting: : The Loft, the evening before the Trial. Brian and Mel had spent the intervening days working feverishly on his defense. To their surprise, they worked relatively well together; they found that neither one took offense at the other's sharp tongue as they both gave as good as they got. Finally, late that afternoon, Mel chased Brian off, insisting that he do whatever it took to get him relax. She reminded him with a sharp look, however, that Justin would probably need to be able to sit in the witness box at some point the next day. Brian managed a grin at her comment, and promised to do his best not to compromise the potential witness.

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Justin swung open the lift, and paused on the landing outside the Loft. He could hear music playing inside, as the door was slightly ajar. Brian had been working late the last couple of days. Justin really hoped he wasn't celebrating landing a new account by bringing home a trick. That hadn't happened in a long time but it was never a good idea to let your guard down with Brian Kinney. He stepped inside cautiously, almost backing out again to double-check that he had gotten off on the right floor. The room was cast in a soft amber glow, courtesy of what appeared to be dozens of candles placed around the spacious open living area, as well as in the kitchen. All of the electric lighting was off, making the ultra modern décor look almost…homey. The music definitely fell in the category of "ridiculously romantic." Brian, no doubt, could name not only the singer and the composer of whatever song was playing, but also the year it was recorded; Justin was perfectly happy recognizing the category and didn't need the details. Brian often told him music was an area of his homosexual development that was sorely lacking but since he did so well in his sucking and rimming classes he was willing to overlook it.

Justin took a few more steps into the room.

"No fucking way," he whispered. Spread over the Italian "this is worth more than your grandmother's life so don't mark it up" coffee table was a wool, yes, wool, not silk, or linen, but plain old "throw down on the sand when you want to have a picnic" grade, wool blanket. Upon this plebian item was a jug of wine, several rounds of cheese, a basket of rolls, some fruit, and, last but far from least, a bowl of artfully arranged cornflowers and sunflowers.

"What do you think?"

Justin turned, startled. His lover was standing just beyond the candlelight, leaning against the frame of the large window that looked out over the Pittsburgh skyline, his face in shadow. "I did it myself, even the flowers…blue for your eyes and yellow for your hair, just like one of Gus's pictures." Brian's quiet laugh was a mix of self-mockery, and what in someone else would be called self-consciousness, except that, of course, Brian Kinney didn't do self-conscious.

"It's beautiful, I don't know whether I want to eat it or paint it. Kind of the same feeling I get around you," Justin whispered; he was still not sure he wasn't dreaming.

Brian grinned at the answer and walked over to kiss him. "What's the occasion?" Justin asked, coming up for air after the lingering hello kiss.

Brian pulled Justin closer, deepening the kiss, placing one hand on the back of the smaller man's head to run his fingers through his hair. His other hand was pressing firmly against his boy's back to push the lengths of their bodies together. Justin moaned into the mouth that was molded to his. Suddenly Brian broke the kiss off. He pressed Justin's head against his neck and struggled to catch his breath, rubbing his free hand up and down Justin's back soothingly.

"Brian, why did you stop, what's wrong…?" Justin tried to pull back to look into Brian's eyes. After a moment, Brian held him out by the shoulders and gave him a rueful smile.

"Shh, nothing's wrong, it's just that this is Justin Day, I decided, and I was just getting ahead of schedule. See what being away from you does to me; I act like a cock-y teenager, when I am trying to be all sexy and masterfully seductive. I knew I should've jerked off a half dozen times or so before you got home, swishing that bubble butt in here. You just got here before I was quite ready." Brian sucked in his lips and gave one of his innocent, wide-eyed looks.

"So were you ahead of schedule or behind schedule, which was it?" Justin looked at him, laughing; Brian looked so like Gus when he did that wide-eyed thing. "And why don't we just forget about schedules and I take care of that problem for you right now?" He edged closer to Brian with a determined look, hands reaching for his zipper.

"Because I said so and I'm still bigger and stronger than you," Brian retorted, pushing his hands away with a regretful look, and leading Justin back over to the table. He sat gracefully on the floor and pulled Justin onto his lap.

"Now, God knows why, but you claim you like picnics and eating food on the floor, and consider such things romantic. As opposed to, say, a nice five star restaurant. While I have long suspected that you really prefer to get right to my large, hard dick in your tight ass as quickly as possible, for once, I am trying it your way. So tonight, Justin Taylor, is officially your Date to End All Dates, The Best Fucking Date of Your Life, in fact, to prove to you that, as with all things, if I wanted to, I could do romantic better than anyone has ever done romantic in the history of romantic gestures. And you" Kiss. "Are" Longer kiss, this one behind the ear. "Going." More kisses accompanied by nibbling on his neck; Justin was having trouble breathing normally now. "To sit back and enjoy it."

Oh God, Brian's hands were caressing his nipples through his shirt as he captured his bottom lip and sucked on it. If Brian did romantic as well as he did rimming, Justin was in for quite a night. He moaned as skillful thumbs rolled over his nipples and his bottom lip was bitten lightly.

"Was that a complaint I heard?" Justin shook his head, eyes closing and head falling back onto Brian's chest.

"Good boy." Brian smiled down at him, tenderly. Sonnyboy was never going to make it to dessert. He murmured into his ear, "I am going to hand feed you bread, and cheese, pour you wine, maybe have you drink it from my lips. I am going to make you listen to old romantic songs from a CD I mixed myself, and maybe even sing along with them, as I dance with you, holding you really close, the kind of dancing I do so well, the kind that you don't see me do at Babylon, the dancing I do only with you, baby."

Justin was already so hard he didn't think he would be able to eat, much less dance. They shared the jug of wine, with Brian pouring far more for Justin than he drank himself. Sometimes he would take a swig directly from the jug and then lean over and kiss Justin, filling his mouth with the wine warm from his lips. Justin thought he could really develop a taste for wine imbibed that way. He felt as though the evening was proceeding in slow motion, as if in a dream. Brian was funny, tender, sexy in an old-fashioned Cary Grant kind of way. He seemed intent on displaying the best parts of his personality to Justin tonight, as though this were one of his advertising presentations and he was the product. If so, Justin was buying.

Every time a song came on that Brian particularly liked, he pulled Justin to his feet to dance, teaching him the steps. For once, it was the blond who was less coordinated, but eventually they were moving together perfectly. Miraculously, no shadows from that other dance marred the experience for either of them. Justin was thrilled to be dancing like this with Brian again, finally, and Brian was determined to let nothing ruin this night.

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They collapsed to the rug laughing after a particularly strenuous salsa.

"Wait, you obviously need energy for the next activity, time for dessert." With that, Brian leapt up and ran to the kitchen, returning with a large plate of chocolate covered strawberries, as well as a bowl of melted chocolate.

"No way, you bought chocolate covered strawberries, now I know you love me!" Justin grabbed for the plate and managed to snag one, popping it into his mouth before the taller man moved it beyond his reach.

"Greedy boy, there may have to be punishment meted out even on Justin Day. That is not how one eats a dessert that has been lovingly and romantically prepared by one's ridiculously romantic man. I will have you know that the perfect homosexual does not buy dessert for his bottom boy, he makes it with his own gay hands! I thought you watched that 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' show religiously?"

Justin almost choked on his strawberry; if there was one show that Brian hated more than "Gay as Blazes," it was "Queer Eye!" He insisted it was almost enough to make him straight to see those five guys held up as the gay world's poster boys. Brian had argued just last week when Justin and Emmett tried to make him watch the make-over of a Long Island fireman that if the skinny blond guy with the big nose was supposed to be an expert on fashion, why wasn't he dressing all those straight men in Armani or Prada? He said it was all just one long exercise in product placement and the writers of the show deserved a Clio nomination, not a fucking Emmy. Justin, of course, did watch it, and thought it was sweet how they turned those poor straight guys' lives around. It just went to show how much Brian absorbed when Justin thought he was ignoring him since the guy in the ugly glasses, the so-called "food expert," did make each of the straight guys prepare a food dish with their own hands in every episode to prove they were as romantic as gay men. (Which was funny, given that Brian, the model homosexual, had never previously made a single thing with his own hands, to Justin's knowledge; in fact, with the exception of Emmett and Shandra Lear, most of their friends couldn't cook, which explained why Liberty Diner was so crowded; it certainly wasn't the fine cuisine, but its convenience to the gay populace).

"The proper way to eat strawberries that have been hand selected with care, and then dipped, one by one into the finest, imported chocolates that were personally melted by yours truly ... using my Rage powers, naturally, since the microwave seemed so unromantic … is like this." And with that, Brian placed a strawberry lightly between his lips and leaned forward to Justin's mouth. Then, lightly running his thumb across the blond's lower lip to gently open the lush lips, he pressed the berry between their mouths, his other hand running through the blonde hair, holding his head lightly in place. Brian licked up the juices as they dripped down Justin's chin.

Brian leaned back on his haunches; his breath catching as he observed Justin's tongue surreptitiously licking the chocolate and berry stains surrounding his lips. The boy was such a delightfully wicked combination of innocence and provocation, like a male Lolita.

"You are a messy boy, I think I'd better take off some of this clothing or you are going to get stains on it." With that, hazel eyes intently holding Justin's gaze, he ripped off his silk shirt without taking the time to unbutton it. Justin smiled widely. He often wondered whether Brian's tailor had a standing order to sew the buttons of his custom tailored shirts on loosely so as to prevent the expensive cloth from ripping, or whether the clever man had figured it out on his own when the damaged shirts kept coming in for repair.

Justin's ability for rational thought stopped when Brian, the muscles on his bare torso and arms rippling in the candlelight, reached over and grabbed his top, a simple tight cotton sweatshirt.

"You too, Sunshine." With that, Brian easily ripped the sweatshirt down the middle, pushing it away from his shoulders. He leaned back over Justin, feeding him another strawberry from his lips, pausing as their lips touched again to kiss him, tongue exploring the warmth of his mouth. Justin loved Brian's strength, the power that was belied by his lean build. He knew that it touched something very primal in him, this glorying in his man's superior strength. He reveled in the knowledge that Brian could protect him and even overpower him, especially when the reality was that he was so gentle with him … most of the time. Nor was he blind to the humor inherent in someone ripping a shirt in half to save it from getting berry and chocolate stained, but that was Brian too. One minute he had you laughing and the next he had you gasping with desire.

"You are a pretty messy eater, I really think the pants have to go too." Brian was licking his way down Justin's stomach, lowering his body down to the rug, pausing to rub a path of chocolate from another strawberry to his lover's mouth before removing the offending cargoes. Fortunately for the pants, they slid off easily without ripping. Brian raised his eyebrows in mock surprise to see Justin's commando status. Justin smiled, quickly chewing the proffered fruit before answering the unspoken question.

"I had a good teacher." Brian dipped his fingers in the bowl of chocolate and drizzled it slowly down Justin's pale body, licking it up slowly, careful not to miss a drop.

"Aren't you afraid you might get some chocolate on your pants?" Justin asked hopefully, then watched expectantly as Brian smiled wickedly. He stood, his tall form casting shadows on the floor in the candlelight. He teasingly slid his zipper down one inch at a time, and then ever so slowly stepped out of his jeans in an impromptu strip tease, until finally, Justin could see his erect cock springing forth from the tight confines. "Glad to see nothing comes between Brian Kinney and his 501s still," he grinned.

"Nothing but a certain blond twink." Brian lowered himself back down to his knees, until he was crouching between Justin's legs. His boy looked so beautiful in the candlelight, spread-eagled on the floor, so wanton. Justin was licking his lips, his mouth half open, unconsciously begging for Brian's cock to fill it.

Brian smiled slowly, then, leaning over so that their cocks rubbed together, he kissed his boy deeply again, the sweetness of the chocolate and strawberries mixing with the wine they had drunk earlier. "Fuck Brian, do something, I am going to explode." Justin gasped. Brian chuckled into his mouth, grabbing the blond's wrists and pulling them over Justin's head without breaking the kiss.

"Do you want another strawberry, Justin?"

"I want you to fuck me, Brian ... now," Justin growled.

"That isn't very romantic, Justin, I worked very hard on this night. Maybe we should dance some more," Brian teased. Justin groaned. Brian leaned closer, whispering in his ear, one hand holding Justin's wrists securely as the other reached for something under the sofa. He moved a bit, causing cocks to grind together, pre-cum mingling, chests touching lightly, rough masculine jawline rubbing sensuously against smoother, hairless one. Justin felt as though every one of his nerve endings was on fire.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look right now, in the candlelight? You look so very, very beautiful. You are writhing with need, aren't you, you want to come so badly, don't you?" Brian was restraining both of Justin's wrists easily with one hand as the younger man tried to break free and take control. Brian raised his body up and away, hands on his thighs, smiling sweetly. Justin groaned as he realized that his wrists had just been tied to the leg of the very heavy Italian "cost more than your sister's and your mother's lives put together" sofa. At least Brian had used one of his silk ties and not the handcuffs, although how he managed to tie it with one hand, Justin had no clue. There was no end to the man's talents. But of course he used the silk tie. After all, this was a romantic night and the handcuffs left bruises, the silk wouldn't. Justin gave an experimental tug, nope, not so tight as to bruise, not so loose as to give him any fucking chance of getting free. Damn wasn't that romantic?

"You look beautiful, too, Brian," he gasped, "Now put your fucking cock in my mouth or my fucking cock in your mouth …" He thought for a moment. "Please."

"Have I ever told you what lovely manners you have? I must be sure to compliment Jennifer on them the next time I see her. Even under the most extreme conditions you remember your manners, I really admire that." Brian continued to lick and kiss Justin. Drizzling a little more chocolate on him, for good measure. Feeding him some more wine and strawberries, by mouth. Driving him insane, for romance's sake. After an eternity, or a few minutes, depending on whether one was the licker or the lickee.

"Since you asked me so nicely, Justin, and you know, all you had to do was ask…[lick] for something for you [nibble] that is the only rule, you know." Finally, Brian's cool, wine filled mouth settled down around Justin's cock, tongue pressing on the nerve bundle beneath the shaft, fingers pressing lightly on the base near his balls, Justin knew he couldn't hold back his orgasm. He felt like he did the first time he was with Brian, the first time he'd felt any man touch him. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back from cumming, his toes were already starting to curl as he strove for control. He remembered that other time, and the look on Brian's face as his young trick shot all over his expensive duvet as he talked to Mel on the phone. Brian's voice broke in on the memory.

"Don't hold back, baby, we have all night, this isn't supposed to be painful for you, this is only the first one of many." With that, Justin relaxed and exploded in an incredible orgasm, with Brian swallowing almost every drop, and licking up what he didn't manage to catch. He kissed Justin deeply afterward, sharing the taste, as was their time-honored custom.

"I want to suck you," Justin murmured.

"That doesn't meet the requirements of Justin Day, I am afraid, therefore your request is denied. It has to be for you to be granted, Oh Tied Up One," Brian shook his head in mock sorrow. He slowly stroked his own dick from his position on his knees between the boy's spread legs as Justin watched, Brian nibbling a strawberry slowly and Justin nibbling his bottom lip, his throat dry suddenly.

"Yes it does meet the requirements, I didn't get enough protein with dinner and after all that sugar, I think I may be getting hypoglycemic." Justin realized he was babbling so he tried batting his lashes at Brian and looking pitiful. It wasn't difficult. His cock was already so hard again; it was painful. How did Brian manage to be so gorgeous? How did he manage so much control?

Brian choked on his strawberry, laughing. "Hypoglycemic? You must be the only art major in the history of PIFA who reads the New England Journal of Medicine in his spare time." Brian considered him for a moment. Then, nodding decisively, he stood up.

"Yes, Justin, you may suck my dick to restore your protein levels. You may have your wicked way with me any way you want; not because of your pitiful story or because you bat your pretty lashes at me, but because you bring laughter and sunshine and joy and love into my life." Brian bent down.

Before Justin could react to that un-Kinney like concession, he found, to his surprise, that he was being lifted clear of the floor. With one pull, Brian had undone the tie that secured him to the sofa, and now was carrying him up to their bed. Brian fell back onto the blue duvet, pulling Justin close for a kiss, palms flat against his cheeks, bodies flush against each other. Then he dropped his head back and closed his eyes, one arm down by his side, the other stretched out behind his head.

Justin moved down the sleekly muscled body, pausing to suck on the small nipples, first lathing one side and then the other with his talented tongue. As he gave each area attention, he thrilled to hear Brian's moans. After all these years, he still loved to hear the older man react. No one was as generous in his responses as Brian. Brian always said he shouldn't care what other people thought, but the truth was, Justin always cared about pleasing people, making them happy; in bed the feeling was magnified. It was like when he was moving through a gallery showing and listening to people's reactions to his art. He pretended to be indifferent to it because he always treated Brian's advice like gospel, but in fact, he loved when they were vocal in their praise. When he waitered at the diner, getting tips was nice, but he loved it when he overheard customers complimenting his service, or his ass. It was the same with sex. In Babylon, he always loved it that tricks thought he was an amazing fuck.

But nothing was as fantastic as pleasing Brian. Not only was Brian's opinion important to him because he loved him, but let's face it, his was probably the most qualified opinion Justin was ever going to get on the subject.

"More … Justin, God yes, there … ahhh."

After Brian came, he placed Justin on his stomach and moved over him slowly, kissing him over every inch of his back, from his neck on down his spine. The blond shivered in anticipation. No matter how many times Brian rimmed him, it was always like the first time, it was always the most incredibly thrilling experience, as part of him still could not believe he was really going there with his mouth, with his tongue, with such enthusiasm, saying such sexy words, which were all such a part of it, making Justin feel as though nothing in the world were as incredible as his ass. In many ways, it felt more intimate than anything else they did, maybe because there was no thin sheaf of the condom between them, just Brian's tongue inside him in a place that no one else went, that was exciting because it seemed so wrong at first but felt so good. He never let anyone else rim him, just as he never let anyone else top him. He really meant it when he told Brian once that to him, it was more than a rim job, it was love. His orgasm was shattering, and Brian had to hold him for several long moments before going on, as Justin cried what he assured him were happy tears, the result of emotions spilling over. Brian accepted that, and seemed close to crying himself, but he didn't. He just rubbed his face in Justin's hair and waited, singing along with the music that continued to play, in a soft, but strong baritone.

A little later, with Brian poised over him, Justin's legs on his shoulders, the blond felt as though his life could end right then and he could honestly say it had been complete, that it could offer nothing more in the way of happiness than he had experienced that night. Then Brian moved inside him, filling him, and he waited, holding perfectly still. He caught his breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Justin, you feel us now, we're together now, one, right?" Brian whispered, candlelight touching the planes of his high cheekbones, softening the winged eyebrows, his tongue wetting the full lips as he looked intently into Justin's eyes.

"Yeah." Justin whispered back, he had no idea where Brian was going with this.

"There is no pain now, only pleasure?"

"It feels better than pleasure… it's incredible, Brian, it always is, you know that." His breathing got faster as he tried to control himself and stay still.

"But I also told you the truth that first time, baby, that pain is always a part of it, at least at first, I want to make sure that at this moment, the pain is gone and it is only the pleasure that you feel."

"You've never lied to me, Brian, and that was no exception. Brian, what's wrong, you're starting to scare me…."

"Nothing is wrong, I just want you to remember this feeling forever, I want you to remember what we feel like together, at this moment, forever, me inside you, the two of us as one…. I have never lied to you, you just said that, Justin, but I have, whenever I pushed you away, and told you I didn't care about you, I lied then, to you, to myself, but never when I've held you close, like I am right now, so when I tell you this, you know it is true…"

Justin bit his lips, savoring words he was hearing, the truth he always knew, but he was distracted by the feeling of his lover buried deep inside him, his senses screaming for him to thrust, to start the rhythm his body knew so well. Somehow his mind overran his cock and he waited to hear what Brian had taken this whole evening to say.

"I love you, Justin, as I have never loved anyone before, and as I will never love anyone again. I may never say it again, so never forget it, ok?" With that, Brian began thrusting, cutting off Justin's response with a hard kiss, and quickly rendering him mindless with passion, determined not to let him respond to the declaration that the younger man had waited for so long to hear. Of course Justin cried out that he loved Brian as they came together in orgasms that left them gasping in each other's arms, but Brian did not give him any time, or breath, for discussion, before shifting him to the next position.

They made love all night long, the planes and curves of their bodies moving together in a ballet of love lit only by flickering candles that one by one burned out. As the moon began to fade, a few hours before dawn, Justin finally started to drift off. He curled up exhausted in his lover's arms. Before falling asleep, he murmured against Brian's chest,

"I love you so much. It was like the first time, wasn't it, Bri?"

Brian waited until he was sure that Justin was asleep, before kissing the soft cheek and whispering back,

"I love you too, baby, but it was more like the last time."

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