TITLE: “THE ALPHA MALE”
AUTHOR: Doppelganger
BANNER BY: Jameserin
TIMELINE: Ahm, I was thinking before the EVIL CUT OFF on episode 214.
RANDOM WORDS: Ascent, Assay, and Astonish
LENGTH: 100 words, 1 drabble.
PAIRING: Brian and Justin.
WARNING: R for sexual content and language.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!
A/N: I’ve missed my favorite playground so much. I haven’t played here in a while. Too much going on. Ahm, so English is not my first language, so I am kind of worried about the word ASSAY. I’ve never heard/read it before. So please, let me know if I misused it. This was not beta’d.
NOTE: BUNNY, Sorry, I didn't know the new rule. I'm terrible with coding so I just deleted the entry then posted it again.
One for Kinney, of course.

The God-like Kinney leaned on the railing on the second floor of Babylon. He was wearing his black tight leather pants he paired with a handsome black sleeveless shirt. He scanned the dance floor for the hottest man as the Leather Ball intensified. Justin had to work and was disappointed he couldn’t come.

Shit, he thought. None of these men seemed to interest him tonight. His chin rested on his hand. Then he saw him.

He wasn’t even dressed appropriately for the celebration.

But he was indeed the hottest man in Babylon.

Justin waved at him, his blue eyes smiling.

Brian’s moan echoed throughout the loft. His wrist were in pain trying to reached for the naked body before him. They wriggled as if they had their own mind but forgetting they were cuffed on the back of the dining chair. Justin bounced rhythmically on his lap; he watched his cock slid in and out smoothly in his lover’s tight and warm hole. Justin held his shoulder for support; one of his hands jerked his own stiff dick. Each of Justin’s hard thrust sent Brian’s body into complete ecstasy. Then the blond loudly grunted sending Brian slowly into the oblivion…

Brian was surprised to find Justin sitting in front of the computer when he got home from work.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on some project at school today?”

“Nah,” Justin replied as he stretched. “I had to pick up a new chair for the computer table. Check it out.”

Brian walked over towards the blond as his tie came off.

The handsome chair looked durable unlike the last one they had…He smirked. 

“Wanna ‘test drive' it?” Justin teased.

“Aha. How much did you pay for it?”

“The question is, how much did you pay for it.” Justin grinned.

TITLE: “NOT JUST FOR THE WEEKEND”
AUTHOR: Doppelgange44
LENGTH: 500 Words; 5 drabbles
A/N: AU drabbles. These were not beta’d. Please don’t hesitate to point out my mistakes. I will appreciate it a lot.
ALL FIVE CONDOMS FOR KINNEY.

TITLE: "THE RITUAL"
AUTHOR: Doppelganger44
TIMELINE: Way Post-513
LENGTH: 200 Words; 2 drabbles
WARNING: Death!fic

Hunter’s eyes go back and forth between his tasty burger and the man with gorgeous hazel eyes. Brian already shooed him once when he went over attempting to sit in his booth. And that blond helper kept talking to Brian.

Pfffftttt.

Hunter gave Brian a wink when the latter once again caught the kid watching him.

A tall figure walked in the diner and abruptly stopped next to Hunter.

“Bad bet. He’s taken.” She spoke with a lisp.

“I know, he told me.”

“Aren’t I good kid?”

“I guess. Can you tell me the winning lotto number for this week?”

The white silk drenched in blood almost slipped from his hand but he caught it on time.
He looked at Justin, lying on the stretcher.
His grip on the scarf tightens as his grip on hope loosens.
Hold on…hold on…The mantra in his head plays.
The ambulance takes off.
It was the same scarf that almost took his life while he celebrated his birthday…
His death bathed by his young lover’s life.
His whole being’s numb.
Tighter he holds on to the scarf. Tighter he holds on to Justin. Tighter he hold on to his hand, cold; lifeless.
Hold on…

He opened his tired eyes catching a glimpse of his alarm clock. It’s 11 pm. 
He’s gone. 
He buried his face deeper in his pillow; breathing in the scent he had left behind. His naked body felt the chill that was the weather outside – and within him. Today is when it starts; nights will be spent like this - cold and quiet. 
Without him.
His fingertips caressed the empty space next to him. 
Deafened by the silence that echoes in the loft, he didn’t notice the door slid open. A figure approached the bedroom and achingly watched him.
“Brian…”

Brian looked over his shoulder; Justin’s eyeing him again. His magnetic eyes looked sleepy under his long flirty lashes.

He walked towards the kitchen, opened the fridge - eyes watching him- he took a bottle of beer out.

“Been working out more?” Justin asked as he move closer to Brian.

“Huh?”

“Your arms.” Now the blond’s touching his arm.

“What about them?”

“They look bigger. And firmer.” Justin sensually bites his lower lip.

Brian checks out his arms. They are firmer, then he looked up, saw that little twinkle in those devilish blue eyes.

“What do you want?” Brian sighs.

There weren’t a lot said.
Brian’s spit in his mouth never tasted so sweet. His strong hands on his neck never felt so delicate. Brian’s stare, his smile, his breathing; the way he closes his eyes - He’s more beautiful than before, Justin thought.

There weren’t a lot said. 
Brian pleasurably enjoys Justin’s scent. Justin tasted the skin on his neck; arms around his waist; his full lips rested on his lips. He kisses Justin on the forehead. He‘s more beautiful than ever, Brian thought.

It’s natural; words don’t escape their mouths, but there are a lot said between them.

Roses? Chocolates?
No. 
Brian continued walking on Liberty Ave.; a store caught his attention. He went in and out.
Justin’s home. 
“Happy Valentines,” he called out to Brian who was heading to the bathroom. He mumbled something incoherent.
But Justin heard ‘Babylon‘. 
He no longer expects anything romantic from Brian.
He walked towards the master bedroom; placed his messenger bag on the bed when he saw an open book. A part of a poem was highlighted:

“…i like your body…which i will
again and again and again
kiss…”

Justin smiled.
“Don’t look too disappointed, Sunshine.”
Oh, he’s far from that.

I kiss him on the mouth. His eyes are semi-closed. I lick his throat all the way down his hip bone. I hear his delightful moan. I stroke his stiff cock, carefully cupping his balls when I feel him flinch. It’s been a week since our joyous celebration in Babylon; finally he’s once again able to do what he loves doing best: fuck. But it’s a work in progress. Lightly, I suck on his fake ball, he once again flinches. I pull myself up, tenderly whispered, “Brian, it’s me…” He opens his eyes, smiled and said, “I’m glad it is.”

There wasn’t time. But Justin was determined. He flicked his tongue on top of Brian’s burning member.

Brian’s eyes were fixed on the loft’s door.

She’ll be here soon, he thought.

Brian’s head tilted back; loud moan escaped his parted mouth.

Justin grinned and continued.

Brian’s fingers entwined with Justin’s golden locks; pulling Justin’s head, coaxing him deeper. Justin licked and sucked…

Then there was a knock on the door…

Daphne!

Justin got up despite of Brian’s protest.

“That’s for making me go to the hetero party,” Justin wickedly said, leaving Brian in pain. Brian cursed himself under his breath.

Brian gets out of the shower. He walks towards the bedroom as he dries himself, pondering for the perfect look for the nights out in Babylon.

Brian, you ready? Justin calls.

In a minute, he answers.

He scans his expensive and tasteful ensemble that hangs in his closet when he noticed something…A blue hoody with red lines across its sleeves and inner hood sits among his Prada and Armani suits and shirts. His hand touches it…He should tell Justin to place his clothes where they belong…But he didn’t.

So out of place, he thought, and yet, it looks so right…

“Beautiful,” Jennifer said, straightening Justin’s tuxedo.

“He’s here,” it was Lindsay. Justin’s stomach tightened.

He walked outside the mansion surprised to discover Brian with a car, an old beetle Brian bought months ago, was, when clean - against all reason - white, and pretty much free of rust.

Brian’s handsome face glowed; also in a pristine suit just like Justin. In oppose to their first suits, dark and handsome; they decided all white will be as amazing.

“Ready?” Brian asked.

“Since the day I met you.”

A “Just Married” sign can be seen riding the horizon as they drove off.

They’ve been eyeing each other all night. Their bodies ache for each other‘s touch. They haven’t spoke for more than five minutes because they’ve been busy all day. Britin‘s crowded with friends and families celebrating Christmas with them. Brian stood by the warm fireplace. Justin’s not far away from him; he stood behind the crowd. Brian motioned for him to come over. Justin obliged, sliding unnoticeably away from their guests.

“Hey,” Justin said.

Brian looked up, Justin followed his eyes.

“A mistletoe…?”

Brian suppressed a sexy smile.

This man’s not romantic at all, Justin thought as Brian devoured his mouth.

“Tell them to shove it up their asses.”

“Mel-”

“Linds, I’m just saying, you don’t want to call those florists at midnight tonight because your friend’s screaming bloody murder.”

“The gardenias are fine, just a couple of leaves are torn.”

“Brian and Justin are getting married tomorrow. And for real this time. That’s spooky. You don’t want to ruin it for them. Tell Em to take the defective flowers back to the shop.”

“Your concern is spooking me out. Was it windy today and some spirit blew your way?” Lindsay jokingly hugged her wife.

“Just paying him back,” Melanie thought.