Rated R-ish for sexual situations Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley What: Visions always come at the worst times, don't they? Where: Finch-Fletchley manor, Justin's rooms When: late night/early morning October 30, 2003 Warning: Yeah, Justin's involved you can expect the rating to go up a little - like R to NC17 ;) Close your eyes, Have no fear, The monster's gone, He's on the run and your daddy's here...
Justin gasped as he felt nails scratch their way down his back. He bit his bottom lip and thrust harder into the body below him.
A masculine groan told him he'd hit a good spot, and he endeavoured to do it again.
As one arm held him up, he slid his free hand along the sweaty skin of his partner. Gorgeous skin, a smattering of dark hair, and- oh -strong legs that wrapped around his waist so tightly that he could definitely die happy. "You keep that up," he grunted, "and I'll be forced to make you come again."
The man's response was to thrust up his hips to meet Justin's next thrust. Oh, this wouldn't last long now...
"How dare you..."
The voice intruded into the moment, but Justin didn't know where it came from. Probably his sister's tv on too loud or something. He ignored it and moved his body again.
"What kind of son would kill his own father?"
Justin's head snapped up and his eyes went wide as he saw his father standing there, right next to the bed. Which was impossible, as his father had died saving Justin from Snatchers five years ago.
"Hey, what's wrong?" his partner almost whined, tugging Justin to get his attention, but Justin could look at nothing but his father.
"Why, Justin? After all I'd done for you... why get your own father killed like that? If you'd only stayed at home instead of running off, it would have never happened."
Justin wanted to close his eyes and rub them to get rid of the image... but it was also the first time he'd seen his father in five years, and despite the hurtful words that were spoken, he wanted his father back. But was this his father? Would he really say such things?
He did in Justin's nightmares.
He trembled and backed away from the vision, his eyes still unable to see anything but his father's face... until a pair of hands shook him severely, forcing him to look away. "Hey, look at me," his partner said. "What's going on?"
Justin automatically looked at the man's face, then back to his father... who was now gone.
"I... don't know."
He felt the hands let go, and within moments the bed dipped. He watched helplessly as the other man shook his head in confusion and started getting dressed. Then, with a look that seemed to question Justin's sanity, he left.
Justin, however, was still shaken. Any arousal he'd felt was long gone, replaced by fear and grief. He didn't want to be alone tonight, not after that. He quickly rose and grabbed his robe, wrapping it tightly around him, and went out in search of the one person who'd always made everything better.
He walked to another wing in the manor and knocked on the familiar door. A gentle bid to come in, and Justin entered, shutting the door behind him, and crawling into the king-sized bed much as he had when he'd been five years old and had a nightmare because something 'strange' had happened. A pair of loving arms wrapped around him and held him tight, not questioning, merely offering comfort that he gladly took. She began humming a lullaby, and his tears started falling.
"I miss him, Mum."
Her humming stopped, and she held him closer. He'd always been the youngest, the baby of the family, and he was glad that would never change.
"So do we all," she replied softly. "Just go to sleep. Mummy will still be here in the morning."