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The usual stuff here. This is Intentional Bad!Fic, pure parody, meant to horrify as much as it (hopefully) amuses. This post is public for those not on my flist who are brave enough to read the dreaded tale. If you want to friend for future chapters, feel free to.
Pairing is B&J and summary is that B&J do the Wild West, Bad!Fic style. Not beta'ed but grammar and spelling errors are intentional, as is the melodrama and sheer stupidity of this storyline. Chapter One can be found here:
Chapter One
Now on with the show:
Holy Feminized Sunshine, Batman!
When we last left our story, our beloved heroine
was headed out West to an unwanted but necessary marriage to Mr. Ethan Gold. But enroute, his stagecoach is attacked by our evil villain:
But he was rescued by our hero:
Overcome with the moment, Justin fainted in the dashing Brian's arms. And that brings us to:
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Chapter Two
Brian cursed as the beautiful blonde fainted, suddenly becoming dead weight in his arms. He scooped up the fair young man and carried him to the spring. Brian lay him down on the ground, gently cradling his head. Realizing the blonde needed air, he unbuttoned the dress and withdrew his knife and sliced away the tight laces of the corset, freeing the blonde’s chest so that he could breath easier. Brian let his eyes trail over the younger man’s body. The blonde’s skin was so pale and smooth, his nipples rosey. How he long to kiss one of those taunt buds. Brain felt himself harden at the thought and tried to push the deliciously wicked thoughts aside. There was a red mark on the boy’s neck from a knife blade and Brian lightly stroked it, encouraged when the blonde stirred a bit and moaned. Brian scooped up a handful of water from the spring and padded the pale cheeks with it.
Justin gasped and snapped awake as the cold liquid touched his face, looking around in fear only to have his eyes settle on the handsome stranger who had saved him only moments before. The sex god was dressed all in black from the Stetson on his head to his button up shirt, leather vest, pants that clung to his long legs, black boots and the black leather duster that fell around his long, lithe body. A gun-belt rode low on his hips and two Colt 45’s sat on each thigh.
“You ok?” the man barked.
Justin couldn’t speak but merely nodded. Suddenly realized his chest was exposed, he felt a blush stain his cheeks as he nervously moved to cover himself. The gunfighter smirked at the younger man’s modesty.
The sounds of additional horses drew their attention and both men turned to see another animal racing towards them. Justin started to tremble in fear but the gunslinger nonchalantly rose to his feet and waited for the new rider to reach them. Justin felt his fear subside. If his savior wasn’t scared than he wouldn’t be either, he vowed as he adjusted his pale blue dress and stood on trembling legs.
“He got away,” the gunslinger bluntly stated as the rider reined to a halt near them.
“Damn it!” Sheriff Carl Hovarth cursed. “I was hoping to see that bastard’s neck stretch this time.”
The man in black made no reply but his lips pressed together tightly and he looked away from the Sheriff’s glare.
“W-Who was that monster?” Justin inquired.
“He’s a renegade half-breed Comanche who’s done been terrorizing these parts for years, son,” the Sheriff sighed. “His people call him Looks Like A Monkey.”
“He stole my cameo,” Justin remembered as he touched his throat.
Brian felt a rush of tenderness in his chest towards the vulnerable blonde and his ire rose as Hovarth snarled, “You’re lucky he didn’t steal your scalp.”
“Don’t speak to him like that,” Brian snapped, his heart skipping a beat as two beautiful blue eyes met his and the blonde shyly smiled.
“I’m Justin Taylor,” he nervously admitted.
“Brian Kinney,” the other man curtly stated, tipping his hat.
So this was the infamous Brain Kinny that Lindsay had spoken of, Justing realized. Truly, the man was as the whore had describe him to be. Justin let his eyes wander up and down the lanky gunslinger’s body.
Brian smirked at the attention he was getting, causing the boy to blush and look away. “Your driver is dead,” Brian suddenly stated. “And Looks Like A Monkey shot out two tires on the coach. The deputies are already escorting Lindz and Ted into town. Looks like you’ll have to ride with me, Mr. Taylor.”
Without waiting for a response, Brian captured the reigns of his horse and lead the animal towards the blonde. He helped the blonde into the saddle, purposely letting his hands linger on that firm, round ass. Justin wasn’t wearing a bustle, he realized, amazed that the young man’s ass was so perfect. He swiftly swung into the saddle behind Justin, making him gasp in surprise. Brian purposely shifted his hips so that his growing erection was pressed against Justin’s perfect bubble butt.
“You’re a scoundrel,” Justin whispered before he could stop himself.
Brain chuckled at that, whispering in the beautifully shaped ears, “Enjoy your stay in Bad!Fic Land. I intend to.”
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Justin thought the ride into town would never end. Brian Kinney didn’t spoke another word along the way. The Sheriff rode beside them and from him Justin learned that Ted had been wounded by Looks Like A Monkey and was being taken to Dr. David Cameron. The name caused a low, growling sound to come from Brian. Lindsay had been unharmed, thankfully. Justin told the Sheriff that Looks Like A Monkey had been targeting Lindsay. The information had not seemed to surprise the older man who had looked towards Brian without replying. Justin himself had dared a look at Brian when revealing that news and had been struck by the sheer anger he saw in the man’s perfect eyes. Anger and so much more, Justin realized. He sensed there was more to this story than he was being told.
Justin tried to make conversation with Sheriff Hovarth along the way, anything to distract himself from the feel of Brian’s hard body pressed so closely to him. Justin was embarrassed by the stirring he felt in his own loins. Brian seemed to sense it and purposely tormented him, shifting in the saddle so their bodies were pressed closer. His hot breath was on Justin’s neck and he felt himself fluster from the shivers it sent down his spine.
Justin breathed a sigh of relief when they finally arrived in his new home, Bad!Fic Land. He let his perfect blue eyes that were framed by long, golden lashes survey the town. He liked it instantly.
From behind him, Brian swung from the saddle in a swift, fluid motion. Justin gasped when a pair of strong hands encircled his tiny waist and lifted him from the horse. Brian purposely lowered the blonde slowly, letting his slender body glide down Brian’s own. The young man’s face was flush with embarrassment and attraction when his satin toed slippers finally touched the ground. Justin moved away from the gunslinger as quickly as possible and turned to Sheriff Hovarth, motioning to the building they had stopped in front of and asking, “What is this place?”
“This is Mrs. Novotny’s boardinghouse. I figured since you’re new in town this would be your first stop. Everyone stays at Debbie’s for a time,” Hovarth explained, removing his worn hat and wiping the dust from it. “You’ll be welcome here until you get settled in our little town better.”
“Actually,” Justin corrected, daring a glance towards the dark, brooding gunmen who still stood too close to him. “I’ve come to Bad!Fic Land to get married. My fiancé lives here.”
Brian stiffened and Justin could literally feel the anger radiating from him. Brain spat on the ground before cursing, “Seems like every fag can’t wait to get a ring on his finger these days.”
“Where does your fiancé live and I can take you there instead,” Hovarth inquired, ignoring Kinney’s foul mood.
“I-I’m not sure,” Justin admitted. “I’ve never met him before, actually. I’m his mail-order-bride and he was supposed to meet me when the coach arrived. His name is Mr. Gold. Ethan Gold.”
Brian mockingly laughed aloud, “You’re going to marry Ian? Ted’s lousy piano player at Babylon?”
The news surprised Justin. He tried to hide his reaction but Brian saw it anyway and cruelly smirked. “That’s right. Your intended can’t play worth shit, despite his big dreams of becoming famous for his music. Ted’s saloon and whorehouse was the only place that would hire him.”
Justin was stung by the Brian’s sudden coldness towards him. He wanted to throw himself into the gunman’s strong arms and confess his real reason for seeking a husband but he didn’t dare. He feared rejection or further scorn from this cad. Instead, he lifted his chin and gathered his skirts before turning to Sheriff Hovarth and asking, “Where might I find Mr. Gold?”
“Ian--Ethan and Melanie Marcus went out on their own in search of the stagecoach when it didn’t arrive. See, Mel is divorcing Lindz and was scared that Lindsay might have been scalped by Injuns before Mel could get the change to do it herself in court. But, anyhow, Ethan is out looking for you, young Mr. Taylor. So why don’t you just go on into Debbie’s and get yerself comfty and I’ll send Ethan by to you when he gets back.”
“Thank you, kind sir,” Justin said to the sheriff before turning his back on Brian and sashaying up the steps and into the boarding house. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, suddenly feeling drained of all his energy.
A boisterous woman with dyed red hair walked into the room then and screamed a shrieking, “Shit!” at the sight of him.
Startled, Justin jumped back to attention and hastily began to apologize, “I’m sorry, I know I must look a fright. I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just--”
“Nonsense, Sunshine,” the woman interrupted him. “I just didn’t know anyone was here. But you do look like shit, that’s for sure. What the hell happened to you and that lovely dress?”
Justin glanced down at his now tattered dress. With a weary sigh, he found himself spilling the story of the attack to this woman he didn’t know. She listened, her face growing more and more pale at the mention of Looks Like A Monkey.
“My things!” Justin suddenly realized. “All of my clothes were on the stagecoach. Will Sheriff Hovarth send someone back for them?”
“’Fraid not, sugar,” Debbie laughed. “By now I’m sure someone had came along and picked that stage clean. Forget your stuff, it’s gone by now.”
The news hit Justin like a savage blow. Suddenly, he felt exhausted and humiliated and at his wit’s end. Tears welled in his eyes and he wanted to cry. Not for his lost dresses but for the life he once could have had but was now lost thanks to his vengeful father. Craig had forced him into this desperate plan of action, married to a man he neither knew nor loved. Forced into a town where he had no friends, to be attacked by savages, to be insulted and degraded by that cad Brian Kinney and now to be stranded with only a shredded dress. He didn’t realize he had began to cry until Debbie stepped forward and embraced him, insisting, “Sunshine, it’s just clothes! Don’t you cry now, I’ll help take care of everything.”
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“Just stand still so I can get your final measurements,” Emmett Honeycutt ordered as he ran his hands across Justin’s body. Justin flushed and fidgeted in discomfort. He had often been measured for new clothes by the finest dressmakers in Pittsburgh but none of them had taken the liberties to touch him in ways that this Emit did!
From across the room, Debbie chuckled at his embarrassment. Justin had found Debbie to be a woman of her word. She had dried his tears earlier, fed him and then had a hot bubble bath drawn for him. He sighed at the memory of sinking into the hot, rose scented water and letting it ease the weary muscles in his body. He could have stayed in bubbles forever except that Debbie had drug him from it, wrapped him in a silk robe, and brought him to his room where Emmett had been waiting for them. Emmett, she had explained, was the finest dressmaker in town and he was going to replace Justin’s lost wardrobe.
“You have the most perfect bubble butt,” Emmett proclaimed, pinching Justin’s ass. “You won’t even need a bustle. Yours will stick out all on it’s own. Oh, I’m so jealous! And all the other gals in town will be, too.”
Justin flushed under the man’s praise and lustful looks and touches.
“So, are you seeing anyone?”
“I’m getting married,” Justin was finally happy to say for once, hoping it would deter the man’s amorous affections.
Emmett squealed loudly and proclaimed, “I love doing weddings! You have to let me design your dress and arrange everything, ok?”
“Um, sure, I guess,” Justin agreed, feeling as if things were moving at warp speed. Emmett babbled on and on about his wedding plans and the dress he wanted to design for Justin while Debbie went to answer a knock at the door. Justin quickly dressed in one of the dresses Emmett had brought from his store to tide Justin over until his new wardrobe was complete. Suddenly, Debbie appeared in the room to announce that Justin had a visitor.
Justin’s heart skipped beat at the news. Could it be Brian? He chastised himself for thinking that even as he secretly hoped it was. He checked his appearance one last time in the mirror, admiring how the light pink gown complimented his smooth skin and brought out the golden color of his long, gloriously unbound hair. Justin hurried from the room and down the stairs, his steps trailing off as he laid eyes on his visitor. A man about his own age stood at the bottom of the staircase. His hair was dark and curly and he looked up at Justin with a wide smile.
“You’re as beautiful as your mother said you would be,” Ethan Gold greeted him, reaching for his hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “When I met Jennifer years ago at a talent show, I never thought she would answer my ad for a mail-order-bride and offer me her own son.”
Jusin merely nodded, unable to withhold the disappointment he felt that it had not been Brian waiting for him downstairs. He mentally kicked himself for his foolishness. Why would Brian Kenny pay him a visit anyhow?
At Debbie’s urgings, Ethan and he had gone into the setting room for afternoon tequila and lemon bars. Ethan babbled on and on about how worried he had been when Justin’s stage had no arrived and Justin nodded, only half-listening. Ethan was a kind man, it would appear, and not unattractive. He was all that Justin had hoped he would be. But that was before Justin had met Brian Kinney. He found Ethan pale now by comparison. He was relieved when Debbie had interrupted after only half an hour, insisting that Justin was exhausted and needed his rest. Ethan had apologized for tiring him after his ordeal.
“Good night, Mr. Gold,” Justin had politely bid him good-bye. He then made his way upstairs to the inviting bed that Debbie had prepared for him. That night he dreamed of a gun-toting scoundrel named Brian Kinney.
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Brian Kinney entered the backroom of Babylon shortly after midnight, which was his custom of many years. He left his guns on, as always. Usually Ted had a rule against that, but Brian never played by anyone’s rules but his own. Ted had long since learned to not try to make Brian remove the gun-belt he wore. Besides, Ted was across town in Doc David’s place recovering from the gun shot wound that Looks Like A Monkey had inflicted on him earlier that day.
Brian had checked on Lindsay as well. It frightened him that Looks Like A Monkey would be so bold as to attack someone as close to Brian as she was. The renegade grew more daring with each passing day. And what the man had almost done to the other passenger, Justin . . .
Brian shivered just at the memory of the blonde and then cursed himself for doing so. It was lust, that was all, he insisted. He was just hot for that little body and an ass so perfect that it didn’t even need a bustle under the skirts to stick out. Yes, it was just lust. Because anything else was unacceptable, Brian reminded himself. Emotions just caused trouble and got in the way. They ruined things. It was a tragic lesson that Brian had learned years ago. That he and this town was still learning.
Besides, Justin was just another fag looking to marry and live some false dream. Brian recalled how sickened and disappointed he had been to learn the young man was engaged. Engaged to someone he had never even met, at that! Brian despised marriage and everything it stood for, especially since--No! He wouldn’t think of that. He wouldn’t allow himself to remember or feel the pain. It would make what he had to do too hard.
He smirked as he took his spot against the wall and an eager trick dropped to his knees, upzipped Brian’s pants and pulled his erection free. Brian leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and imagined that the mouth sucking him off belonged to Justin Taylor.
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(Edited to ask a question -- When replies are e-mailed to me, the story itself is full of funky and unintentional symbols. Are these showing up to the reader? Because when I access the entry I don't see them. The entry looks normal but the e-mailed replies are full of the symbols. Let me know if you guys are seeing the symbols on the journal page and I'll see what I can do about them.)