Mr. and Mr. Taylor-Kinney

A/N: This is for Josh, who co-wrote it.

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"You little fuck!!" Brian yells at Justin.

"You pompous arrogant bastard," Justin cries back, and whips the whiskey bottle across the room at Brian's head. With surprising reflexes, for an intoxicated man, Brian manages to dodge the domestic torpedo. It smashes against the wall causing Brian to throw an appalled look at Justin.

"That was half full. That's alcohol abuse…. I don't treat your friends like that!" Brian spares a moment to mourn for Jack.

"Yeah well, you better get him to a hospital 'cuz that's the only friend you have left."

"Son of a bitch!" Brian glares daggers at Justin. Picking up the vase to his left he hurls it towards Justin, missing. "Dammit."

"Nice throw, grandpa," Justin murmurs as he easily avoids the wide shot. "Was that the vase my mom gave us?" Brian shrugs.

"Old enough to whoop your ass," Brian retorts in a slur. Then charges Justin unsteadily, tackling him to the ground.

As Justin struggles to get up he sees an opening and elbows Brian in the head.

"Owwww!!" Brian yells holding his head.

"That's what you get, you fuckin' assbag. You threw a vase at my head," Justin said as he climbed on top of him, but Brian used his years of marine training to kick him in the crotch.

Rolling Justin off of him, he stumbles to his feet. "Jus, I'm sorry; this is stupid." He walks over to Justin's sweaty and motionless body. "Justin…Justin! Jus? Justin. O shit! Fuck. Motherfuckin' fuck. Justin." He leans over his body.

"YOU FUCKNUGGET" Justin screams and punches Brian in the jaw. "YOU SNIVELLING LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT. The crotch? I mean, come on…." He gets to his feet and kicks him in the side.

Brain grunts and starts laughing. "You kick like a girl."

"Yeah well, you fight like an old drunk queer." Justin giggles back and kicks him again for good measure. Brian grunts a bit then rolls towards Justin's legs, pulling them out from beneath him.

"I am a drunk queer," Brian says as he pulls himself up to Justin's face. He kisses him on the cheek, grins down at him then punches him in the nose.

Justin's hands fly to his face as Brian gets to his feet, understandably a bit more sober. He looms over Justin wearing a smug expression.

"Old," Justin says, the word muffled by his hands.

"What?" Brian asks.

"Old, you forgot old," He lowers his hand from his, fortunately unbroken, nose. "OLD drunk queer." He says then kicks Brian through the glass partitions of the bedroom.

Brian lands with a heavy thud. "You still…" He coughs out. Justin hops up onto the platform and drops down on Brian's chest.

"Kick like a girl?" He smiles down at his boyfriend.

"Yeah," Brian says returning his smile.

"At least I don't fight like a drunk queer." Brian reaches up to wipe the blood from under Justin's nose.

"You forgot old." Brian says his hand lingering on Justin's cheek. "OLD drunken queer."

Justin throws his head back and laughs at this till Brian pulls him down and shuts him up with a kiss.

"Mmm," Brian says. "Definitely better than your right hook."

"Shut up," Justin tells Brian as he helps him to his feet.

"Any glass on the bed?" Brian asks dusting himself off.

"Nope."

"Good." Brian makes his way over to his side of the bed pulling off his ripped and bloody clothing.

"So who do you think would have won?"

Brian gives him a derisive look over his shoulder. "Please Sunshine, I would've kicked your ass. You're just lucky I was drinking and anyway, who says it's over?" He pulls back the duvet and raises a brow at Justin.

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