Hey all! I know it's been ages since I last posted this story, and I hope some people out there are still reading, or should I say, putting up with my shit. Anyway, let's get to the story, if I get emails from anyone on this story, I KNOW I'm going to get yelled at in a few places, well...two that I can think of off the top of my head. So without further ado, let's get to the story and you guys yelling at me.
But before I forget, this story is in no way a real or accurate reflection of N'sync or the BackStreet Boys. So unfortunately, I have no knowledge as to whether anyone is gay/bi or otherwise. Though I have dreams right? Also, if you shouldn't be reading this for whatever legal reasons exist in your area don't...or at least don't get caught ok? Thanks.
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Jason
Limbo
Alec looked around the barren wasteland of limbo, as his powers set about finding the precise astral - space location of the one that had called his name in terror: Nick. In this domain of neutrality, it would be far easier to locate Nick. Here in limbo there was nothing, yet everything in the universe was here; it was colder than the mortal Arctic's, yet as hot as the fires of hell, creating a perfect medium of temperature. The landscape was neither harsh nor gentle, and limbo itself was neither alive nor dead. It simply was, is, and ever will be.
As he sped up the process with a swift mental command his mind wandered back to a little earlier in the day. After having left Lance's room, he had gone to the room that still had a faint hint of Jc's sad music lingering inside. Upon entering the room he had quickly found that Justin was not there. Nor had he really been there long enough to leave a psychic impression for Alec to be able to follow back to him. He hadn't relished leaving the domicile in which he currently was, as he knew the chances of him finding Justin in this city. It was massive beyond anything he had ever known, and that was simply from the images he had acquired from the minds of the ten, before they had split up.
Thus resigned to having to search the city, hopefully picking up on a psychic fingerprint of Justin, Alec left Jc's room where he ran into another trail. A meeting of what faint trail Justin had left, and a joining with another. This music was different. It had a quality he hadn't heard in a master of his in a long time.
There was a quality to it of brightness that only one thing could bring to it. Faith. A faith that had supported the weaver of this music through all times good and bad, and would continue to support the weaver, no matter what. There was no questioning tone to the music that would imply that the faith was not total. This faith was pure, and strong, as Alec could tell by the bell note that continuously played through the melody of the song.
He had no clue as to identity of this second song. He hadn't been around them long enough to identify him, the only one he could reliably find mentally was Lance, and that was only because his ring was upon his finger.
Something about that song though, had caused a reaction in the very faint traces of the song that was Justin. It had caused it to grow brighter as soon as they had joined. Both songs were barely detectable, but somehow they had intertwined beautifully.
After shaking his head at the songs, he had had to delve into Lance's mind to find out how on earth he was to get down to the ground he could feel underneath him, far underneath him, without simply phasing through the floor. It amazed him that mortals had developed the ability to build structures this high, and not have them fall over when ever an errant breeze would go through the area.
He approached the box called an 'elevator' with some trepidation. As a genie he was hesitant about entering small spaces, as if they were too small he would be effectively powerless. Upon pushing the magical switch, he heard a rumbling sound...perhaps the box was hungry? He was half tempted to just phase down to the ground floor when the doors opened and the interior of the box was revealed.
Sticking his head in and looking around he saw that, while it wasn't huge, it was of sufficient width that his powers wouldn't be interfered with should the need arise. Stepping in hesitantly, he pressed down with his foot and was pleased to see that the box didn't tremble, or shudder when he put his weight upon it. Thus satisfied that the craft would support him he entered it, whereon the doors closed, leaving him in the box.
"Ok, box. I need to get down to the lowest floor. Please proceed with all due haste."
Imagine Alec's surprise when nothing happened. He knocked on the walls as if to awaken the sleeping beast he had heard earlier.
"Listen you, I need to get down. So if you would be so kind, please move."
Suddenly the box began to shudder, and Alec felt the feeling as if he were slowly descending. Nodding to himself in satisfaction having woken up the sleeping beast, he rested against the side of the box. The music that was piping into the box was mildly annoying, and he found it difficult to tune out. Sighing he decided to endure the torture until the box brought him down.
A flash of light caught his eye, and he looked up. Above the doorway to the box was a row of numbers, the currently lit one, which was the number 9, than 8, and on. Alec realized that they must be the domain numbers of the various places the craft went to. He hoped that it was going all the way to domain 1, as he was quite sure that was where he had to go.
When the numbers reached the number 1, the box slowed and than stopped. The doors opened, onto what seemed to be a cavern. He stepped out of the box as another stepped in. He was caught in a state of awe at what his eyes beheld in front of him. High ceilings, paintings, a fountain, plants, carpeting, and tapestries, surrounded him, and all of it, done in gorgeous artistic taste. Mortal technology it seemed was something that was growing in more areas than just weapons. Charlemagne himself would have been jealous of this place, and it wasn't even a home to those that resided in, simply a glorified way station.
He began to slowly walk towards the doors of this place, to leave and enter the city. If this way station was this glorified, he couldn't wait to see what the rest of the city was like.
However before he could actually reach the doors that would give him access to the city beyond them he heard his name called. He quickly scanned the area, and found a group of four of his masters staring at him, waiting for him to come over. Sighing, as he was quite anxious to go and explore this city, and more anxious to apologize to Justin, again.
He went over, had asked about the lists of "what do I want" and why they were empty, had then proceeded to answer Chris's questions concerning Justin. He had been about to go on when Nick's call had screamed across his consciousness, and he tuned out the outside world to be able to get a better fix on his wayward master. During the process he had disturbed the other guests in the restaurant, and, as per Kevin's request, had removed from them the memories of his actions. Finding that he couldn't find a good fix on Nick from where he was, he had decided to enter the plane of limbo, where he could concentrate better, and not run into so many mortal minds in the process.
Which finds him where he is now. In the barren wastelands of limbo, pushing his powers to their limit to find one mind out of the countless thousands that seemed to abound in this area.
A twinkle caught his attention. The twinkle began to blossom into a blaze, whose light began to grow in brightness and clarity as soon as he focused more of his attention upon its location. The light suddenly blossomed and showed an image of Nick, tears running down his face, being held by a strange man in a dark location. Nick was being dragged down what appeared to be an aisle between two sections of seats, most definitely against his will.
Anger flared in Alec's breast. It seemed that for all their advances in so many areas; art, culture, music, architecture, and science that they still had those members of society who preyed upon those weaker than they.
Alec's eyes flared a bright red, and when that light faded, his eyes, normally the color of the instant of dawn, were again that soulless black from which nothing escaped. Eyes that now seemed to swallowed hope and laughter, and replaced it with loss and fear.
A scream echoed across the emptiness of limbo. An echo had begun that, in that timeless place, would than exist for all time. This was a scream of anger and of rage torn from the throat of a being to which the laws of physics, those immutable laws of the universe, were nothing more than inconsequential nonsense told to those that were to simple to know better. And right now, that being, was pissed.
Ride in the Park
Justin smiled as Brian talked to the horse. Under normal situations Justin would have asked Brian if he thought he was Dr. Dolittle, or if he had just lost what little remained of his mind.
However since they were currently in a rather large park, whose name Justin had failed to find out, with a few horse drawn carriages around, somewhat reminiscent of New York, Justin didn't make any comments. However he couldn't be sure if the horse's whickers at Brian were comments that the horse was making at the crazy human talking to him.
"That's a good boy. Tell you what. You give us a good ride, and I'll make sure you get an extra treat when we get back. Deal?"
The driver of the carriage just smiled and laughed when the horse's ears' flicked forward at the mention of a treat and he began to nuzzle Brian's face, and neck.
"I think you caught his attention sir. This old guy'd walk through the fires of hell if he thought Satan would be given him a bit o' sugar cube."
Brian smiled at the driver and than at the horse, Snowfall. He thought the name suited him perfectly. His main and tail were pure white against a grey body, literally looking like a gentle fall of ice crystal's or snow. He petted the long nose of Snowfall, and was pleased when the horse nuzzled him again.
Growing up in Kentucky, Brian had been around horse's all his life, or at least every time he went over Kevin's, which was about every day. The scent of the horse brought back many fond memories in Brian, as apparent by the soft smile on his face.
Justin noticed the smile, and figured that if he actually wanted to get into the carriage before the sun set, he would have to break Brian out of his reminiscing thought pattern.
"Hey B-rok. Before your feet take you off on a trip down memory lane, do you think we could get into the carriage first?"
Brian grinned sheepishly at Justin, and than turned to the driver.
"Ok, we're ready. Just once around the park if you please."
"No problem sir. Just you and your friend hop on into the carriage and off we'll go."
The words had hardly left his mouth before Justin and Brian were scrambling like little boys to get into the carriage. Justin happily proclaiming himself the winner when he sat down first, to which Brian cried foul as his side had a higher step than Justin's. Justin flipped Brian off, much to the amusement of the driver, who clicked the reigns, and off they went.
Brian watched Justin watch the world go by from the inside of the carriage. He watched his expression turn to one of wonder and childish delight as they passed through the park. He grinned as Justin waved to people in other carriages, and those on the footpaths, and at the look of joy on his face when the waved back. This was far from the expression Justin had had earlier in the restaurant when relating his story of his experience with Alec.
Brian sighed as he thought of the expression of fear that had haunted Justin's face since they left the restaurant, and the fear that had lingered in his eyes as well. It had been Justin's grin when he heard the horse's whicker that had made Brian decide than and there to take Justin on a horse ride. He was glad he did. The effect was remarkable as there was no trace of the fear at all, and any who looked at him would have no idea that there had been any inner turmoil in this boy's life in a long time.
Brian looked at Justin, and than looked through him. In him he could see a child that had been forced to grow up to fast. In many ways he was still a child, yet that part of him wasn't allowed out to play that often. In many ways, he was exactly like Nick. A grown man, yet still so much of a child inside, a child that had never been allowed to truly be a child. A man that every now and than, with a child's innocence, would see the world through the eyes of that child he had never been. Justin and Nick were very similar, thought Brian.
Justin turned from the passing of the world to find Brian watching him. His eyes had a look of inner workings that meant he was watching Justin but at the same time was so focused on his inner thoughts, that he didn't really see Justin. Justin was again amazed at how similar Brian and Jc were in their expressions. Years of being able to read Jc like a book were paying off immensely with Brian. He knew Brian was concerned about him, and also that he was worried about what had happened earlier. Justin smiled as he realized that Brian did care about him, which had been what had prompted him to suggest the horse ride. Well, suggest with the tone of "say yes, cause even if you say no, you are still getting in that carriage."
Justin giggled again, cause it was exactly something Jc would have done; same way of 'suggesting,' with the 'suggestion' being in name only, holding the weight of a command that was not to be denied, but couched in tones that seemed to almost leave room to wriggle out of, but if that room was tried, a noose was tied securely that led the suggestee right to where the suggestor had wanted them to go in the first place.
Brian snapped out of his inner workings to find Justin giggling at him. He raised an eyebrow in an imitation that would have had Nick laughing at AJ, as it was a perfect imitation of him.
"What are you giggling at Curly?"
"I'm just thinking about how much like Jc you are. So much so that I can read you like an open book, as easy as I can him."
"Oh? Prove it."
"Ok, you were watching me, but in a way that you didn't actually see me. You were concerned about what happened earlier at the restaurant, and also your 'suggestion' to go on the horse ride held the tone of a command. Just like Jc. If I had said 'No, I don't wanna go on the horse ride,' you would have had me in this carriage in 5 minutes anyway."
Justin gave Brian a superior look, but couldn't hold it as he watched the fish face that Brian was giving him, coupled with a deer in the headlights look. He tried, he tried so hard, but eventually he was rolling in laughter at the look that Brian was giving him.
"That is SO freaky! How on earth did you do that just now, and the same back at the hotel?"
"Brian, as I told you than, and just did a few moments ago, you are just like Jc with your expressions. I can read him from years of practice, and that somehow lets me read you as well. I sorta like it."
"Well to be perfectly honest, it makes me uncomfortable. The only one who has been able to read me that well, besides Kevin that is, is Nick..."
Brian's eyes seem to darken from the inside as his voice trails off at the mention of Nick's name. Justin sees this and responds instinctively to Brian as he would Jc. He moves over to him and hugs him tight. He was surprised, and pleased when Brian's head rested on his shoulder, and tears began to pour from his eyes.
"Shhh, Brian, it'll be ok. It's ok. It's alright, I'll help you. It's ok. Come on Bri, I can't help you if you don't talk to me. What's up with you and Nick?"
Brian sighed into Justin's shoulder, slightly unnerved that he had broken down that easily to the younger man. There was something about Justin though. Something innocent, something that gave anyone who was with him the certain knowledge that he was there for them, that he cared for them, and that he would do everything in his power to help them.
"That's just it Just, there isn't anything between us. Or there maybe is, or their could be, should be, would be, might be, but isn't. Damnit, I don't make sense even to me. Last night Nick tried to seduce me, did a damn good job of it, and I almost said yes. Was just about to."
Brian looked up into Justin's eyes. Eyes that reached out steadied him. Eyes, that reached out, and formed a connection to Brian's soul, and along that connection sent a wave of pure compassion. Eyes that...
Before Brian or Justin knew what was happening, both of their eyes had closed, and their lips gently touched. Brian sighed at the softness of Justin's lips, while Justin moaned at the sweetness of Brian's lips. Each became lost in the sensations from the other, and the kind old driver, smiled back at his charges, and started another run around the park, this time, for free.
Awakenings
Lance stared blindly at the TV, paying attention with only a portion of his mind. The rest of his mind was thinking about where Alec was, if he had found Justin, what had happened with them, and of course, with Jc.
At the thought of the dark haired, blue-eyed singer, Lance automatically turned his head to the couch upon which Jc had been resting for the past 20 minutes or so. Lance smiled for the hundredth time at Jc's angelic sleeping form, and again for the hundredth resisted the urge to go push back on of Jc's errant bangs from where it hung on his forehead.
Lance sighed and gave into his temptation. He stood from the seat and slowly walked over to where Jc was laying on the couch. He smiled down at the sleeping angel and softly reached out and pushed that bang that had been annoying him for the past 10 minutes.
At his touch Jc sighed, smiled, and had his eyes flicker open to see whom it was. Gently opening sapphire blue eyes, opened faster and wider in surprise at seeing Lance standing over him brushing his hair across his forehead.
"Lance, what are you doing in my room brushing my hair?"
Lance couldn't keep back the quick laugh that came from his mouth at the groggy tone in Jc's voice.
"I'm not in your room Jc, you are in mine. You fell asleep after Alec did something to you. He apologizes by the way."
Jc sat up with the speed of a striking snake and quickly scanned the room to verify to himself that what Lance had said was in fact the truth. His head turned around and when it again found Lance in its field of vision the eyes inside of it gave Lance the most quizzical look that Lance had ever seen on Jc's face.
"You mean that it wasn't a dream? I thought that that was a dream and that I had fallen asleep comforting Justin."
"Nope. All of it was real Jc."
"You can't be serious! That couldn't have all been real. Discussing the points of morality with a genie, the concept of right and wrong, and than all of a sudden feeling so horny that I was ready to fuck the couch I was sitting on if that's what it took to get off."
Lance blushed at Jc's use of words and phrase. Jc must have really been confused by the incident; for he knew how easy it was to embarrass Lance, and he normally made every effort he could to avoid that very situation.
"Yes Jc, it was real. Apparently, Alec is in connection with our minds, something about it making it easier for him to serve us. Well while he was in there and you asked him the question about a blowjob, he enhanced what feelings of sex he found there. He called it a spell. All I know is I yelled at him, he broke the spell and you collapsed. He said that the reason you collapsed was because the spell wasn't supposed to be cut, it was to fade after it had run its course, which I'm assuming would have been after you had gotten off."
Jc sat there and absorbed Lance's words. His mind still reeling with the fact that he had been that easily manipulated. He wondered though if the affects of the 'spell' were totally gone, as he was still not feeling regular: his heart seemed to beating at an enhanced rate, his breathing quicker and shallower, his senses heightened to every miniscule movement that Lance made, and the tightness in his crotch that indicated that someone else hadn't fallen completely asleep.
"Lance, you said that Alec removed the spell right?"
Lance nodded.
"Yep, he slashed the air, and there was a flash of light that came from your eyes right before you collapsed. Why?"
"I just wanted to make sure. Felt funny for a moment there."
Lance was immediately concerned.
"You stay there and relax for a bit more. Maybe you were supposed to sleep it off some, and I woke you up early. Sit there and I'll get you a drink ok?"
Before Jc could respond Lance was already up and on his way to the mini fridge. Once there he opened it and looked inside. What would Jc want? There were a few types of sodas, but Lance wasn't sure if Jc was going to have to get to sleep again any time soon cause of the aftereffects of the spell that Alec had cast. Therefore, he decided on a bottle of water. Reaching in and grabbing it, Lance hurried back to Jc, hoping that he hadn't messed anything up by waking Jc up, even though it had been inadvertent.
"Here you go Jc, just have something to drink and relax."
Jc laughed to himself at Lance's 'mother hen' attitude. He also knew better than to argue. He opened the water and sighed as the cool liquid rolled down his tongue and quenched a thirst in his throat that he hadn't even been aware of.
Lance sighed at Jc and reached over with a tissue that he had gotten from the end table to dab at Jc's chin, where some of the water had dribbled out of his mouth.
"Lance I'm not an invalid. I can take care of myself. I mean I appreciate the care and concern but I'm fairly sure it's unfounded."
"Jc you can't know that. You can't know that there aren't any lingering effects of the lust spell, or whatever it was."
Jc sighed. Lance's logic, as always, was impeccable. He couldn't be sure that there weren't any left over effects from the spell, and though he did appreciate Lance's care, he didn't like being treated like a baby.
"Lance, please. I'll admit that we don't know if there are any lingering effects or not, but I'm not a child. I can wipe my own mouth."
As if to prove this very thing, Jc reached up to take the tissue from Lance's hand, which was still dabbing softly at Jc's chin. However his intended plan of action, which had been to take the tissue from Lance's hand, came to an abrupt halt upon contact with said hand.
Contact with Lance's hand sent a searing fire screaming down his nerves into his brain, where it erupted into a conflagration of various thoughts and feelings, all centered upon Lance's hand. Jc's eyes immediately sought out Lance's emerald orbs, and held the gaze, all the while holding tightly onto Lance's hand.
Lance for his part was confused. The tissue was still in his hand, and Jc was just holding it. Than Lance made the mistake of looking up. The instant his eyes locked onto Jc's, it felt like the muscles in his head suddenly froze. He couldn't move his neck, couldn't twitch his eyes, and could do nothing to break that penetrating stare. Jc's eyes seemed to bore into his, finding every single locked door, every single skeleton in each closet along the way, and somehow unlocking and opening every barrier inside of his heart. Inside Lance's chest a burning feeling developed that sent ripples of lust throughout his body, inflamed by the way that Jc was caressing his hand.
Jc gave a small tug on Lance's hand, and after a moments resistance, Lance moved to where he was kneeling down next to Jc's now prostrate form, his head somewhat above Jc's. There eyes bored into each other's, emerald into sapphire, heart to heart, a merging of minds to such an extent that the rest of the world faded from their consciousnesses; all that existed, were the eyes of the other. What happened next, neither of them had ever truly foreseen. It was something that had crossed their minds only in the briefest of moments, and quickly submerged again.
What occurred next was a meeting of Jc and Lance's lips, lips that upon contact with each other, seemed to melt into one.
Wish in the theatre
(Word of warning: this section is going to start inside the mind of the man that attacked Nick in the theatre. It is in NO way how I feel, but to make the character it's what I did. It is offensive. Just a word of warning, I'm already pissed and I'm the one typing it. Consider yourself warned.)
This stupid damn faggot, sucking on every dick of any dumb ass that sits near him or one that came through the door to the place. I don't want that mouth on my cock. It's been contaminated with the cum of other fags, and even those that weren't fags, had still submitted to letting a faggot suck their dick. I'm not going to do that. No sir. I'm going to be striking virgin territory, and despite what this little fag said, I know he's anxiously awaiting my cock in his ass. I know he can't wait, faggots are like that, all they want is a dick in a hole. That's all that it takes to make a faggot satisfied: a dick.
The man grinned down at his latest conquest. From what he could see from the light of the movie, this one had soft blond hair, and a face do die for; if you were into that sort of thing, which he wasn't. He could see the tears running down the fags face. Tears of fear? Nah. Fags aren't afraid of a dick, those were tears of joy that a man, a real man, was going to do what no one else had done for this kid: fuck the shit out of him.
He reached out and ran his hand through the hair of the kid in front of him. He felt the kid jerk at his touch, as if trying to avoid it, but that wouldn't make sense. The man shook his head as he realized what the kid was doing: playing hard to get. That's what was going on. This kid was so hot for his cock to be in his ass, that he didn't want to wait for it. He wanted to be fucked now.
"Well my little faggot, I'm going to grant you your fondest dream tonight. I'm gonna fuck your ass so good that you are going to beg me not to stop. I'm going to fuck you so hard yer not only gonna crawl out of here, yer gonna be thanking me the whole time. Maybe if yer a good fuck, I'll let you come to one of my parties, and you can be the party favor? Would you like that faggot? Of course you would. There would be dicks all around for you to play with."
For his part, Nick was terrified. He had called for Alec, but he hadn't shown up. He must still be in the ring, and thus unreachable to Nick. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. This monster was going to take the one thing that Nick had kept pure in his life: his virginity. He had almost given it to Justin, but at the last moment had refused because he wanted to give that to the one he loved. Justin for his part had been very understanding. Now Nick wished he had given it to Justin, he knew Justin would have taken his time, and made it feel good. He knew that it hurt, he had taken Lance's virginity, and he could see the pain in Lance's eyes at the time, and he had done everything in his power he could to ease that pain.
This...this monster however, would feel none of those restrictions. Nick doubted strongly that he had lube, let alone condoms. Over the past few minutes Nick had been dragged down to the front of the theatre's right section, where there was an open area. He was pushed into the corner, and his pants dropped. The thing behind him had caressed his body roughly, stopping every now and than to play with Nick's cock.
"You like this don't you faggot? Don't try to deny it your cock betrays you. It's hard as a rock. You just can't wait to get my dick in your ass can you? Don't worry kid; I'll make sure it's a memorable experience."
Suddenly a third voice interceded. A voice that seemed like nails across a chalkboard, breaking into the minds of those that heard it. A voice that carried with it a promise of eternal damnation in the darkest pit of hell. A single voice that to Nick's quivering mind, sounded like a choir of angels singing hymns; the sound of salvation. Alec had arrived.
"I think not."
The man turned at the voice in complete shock. He hadn't heard the doors open, and he knew that the theatre was empty. In front of him stood one that put his current playmate to shame. Looks not withstanding, the stature of this one was of nobility and of strength. It would be wonderful to reduce this one to a puddle of tears.
"And just how do you plan on stopping me? You don't look so tough."
Perhaps it was the alcohol's affects on the man's mind, or the lust that was coursing through his veins for both of these men, or even the combination of the two, however, whatever it was, he ignored the part of his mind that urged him to run to the farthest edge of the world...and fall off; it would be less painful.
Alec, for his part, smiled and shook his head. Stupid mortals and their damn drinks. This one was so inebriated, that Alec's normal 'fear tone' wasn't affecting his drunken fog.
Alec nodded his head and said, "You leave me no choice sir."
At those words the man suddenly found himself flying backwards at a fantastic rate, and slamming into the wall behind him. Looking down he could see the ground about 5 - 6 feet beneath him. He could see his latest 'conquest' struggling to pick up his pants and re - button them. Upon completion of that minor chore, he ran to the other one.
"What the fuck is going on? Let me down from here you freak or when I get my hands on you I'm gonna..."
"Sir, you won't."
Alec quickly turned to Nick to assess what damage, if any, had occurred. Other than a rip in his shirt, which he fixed quickly, there were no outward signs of the incident. Emotionally would have to wait for a moment.
"Nick, as my master, his fate is in your hands. This is not a free wish, so think carefully."
Nick's mind was slowly waking up. It was slowly realizing that the painful rape it had been expecting was not going to happen, and was slowly opening itself back up from the state it had entered when it believed it was going to be raped. One emotion filled Nick. Rage on a level he had never felt before. An all-encompassing rage that was focused at this...thing that hung in front of his face. At once a million ideas raced through his head. Each worse than the one before it, before his mind settled on one that somehow seemed appropriate.
"I wish that he would have the full memories of everyone he raped, or tried to rape, so that he would have to live through what they did over and over again until he truly repents it. Until such time however that he truly does repent it, that is all he will see, all he will feel. He will be unaware of the passage of time, or of the world around him. The only thing that will exist for him is the memories of those poor victims that have suffered at his hands."
Alec stared at Nick impressed. This was a wish from one who desired revenge, but in no way did he want to become anything like the one who had almost raped him. Instead, he wanted his would be rapist to know what it was like to be on the receiving end.
Alec raised his hand, whereupon light began to gather around it. Upon contact between his middle finger and his thumb that light gathered tighter and focused upon that single spot, creating a blinding point of light.
"Granted."
Snap.
The light exploded outwards and formed into 12 rings, each one, one at a time, setting around the head of the still levitating would be rapist, until all twelve ring had vanished. As each ring touched the man's head and vanished, the man shook as if struck by a powerful blast. When the final one vanished, he shook once more, and than sagged against the force holding him aloft. A force that, upon Alec's nod, began to lower the man to the ground whereupon, he sagged even farther into himself, looking nothing more than a lumpy sack of potato's.
Nick turned to Alec with tears in his eyes. Tears that started at a trickle and slowly became a raging river. Alec reacted quickly, grabbed Nick around the shoulders, scanning through Nick's mind to a safe spot, snapped his fingers, and they vanished, leaving the now comatose man to fend for himself when the cleaning crew came in...in a few hours.
Reappearing with the youth in Nick's hotel room, Alec gently laid Nick down on the couch that was in the main room. As soon as he was no longer in physical contact with Alec, Nick curled into a fetal ball, as his mind began running over and over again the course of today's events. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid.
Alec, seeing that Nick was not going to get better on his own, debated retrieving Lance or Jc, someone, anyone, that could help Nick. He than realized that Nick may not want another to know about what had occurred, and thus, hesitantly, reached out and gathered the crying young man into his arms.
Alec was pleasantly shocked when Nick practically jumped into his arms, and buried his head in Alec's shoulder, crying out all his frustrations from the day. Nick cried out everything, from his problems with his family, his problems with Brian, and his fears about tonight.
A while later, Nick pulled his head from Alec's shoulder, and was shocked by the large circle of wetness that was there, all from Nick's tears.
"Alec...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to ruin your shirt...I'll buy you a new one..."
Alec smiled.
"Nick, do not worry about the garments. They are of no consequence, easily cleaned. They question is, are you alright?"
Nick looked into Alec's unusual blue eyes. Eyes brighter than Brian's, and full of more life than Jc's. Eyes that were, at the moment, full of concern for him.
Alec cocked his head in confusion when Nick didn't answer. Was he supposed to ask again? Wait? Ask another question? What? He had no idea how to handle this situation, and was desperately seeking out Lance's mind in hopes that there would be some trick to this. He wondered...
His wondering was cut short as Nick, moving fast before he lost his nerve, pressed their lips together.
There we go. I told you I'd have you mad at me at some point or another, was I right? Did I get you mad, or at least confused? I hope one or the other. Again I apologize for the amount of time these take me to get out. It's not so much a lack of free time, as ideas. Ideas that seem to like to come on their own, without warning, but they do come. I'm not ending this soon, at least not to my knowledge. There are 29 wishes to go...and I for one am curious as to what they are.