Shackled
Title: Shackled
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Bandslash (*NSYNC)
Pairing: Justin/Lance
Rating: R
Word Count: 1827
Disclaimer: I don't own people. But Lance really is gay.
Justin Timberlake: High profile, out spoken, lead singer, great athlete, nice body, and wonderful sense of humor.
Lance Bass: Low profile, shy, bass singer, horrible at sports, girly features, and not so great at taking jokes as jokes.
So what happened?
Lance wonders everyday how two people so different could end up together like he and Justin did. Right when the group started, he felt himself falling for the younger man- but only in his dreams had Justin been falling for him as well- or so he thought.
It only took two months and they were already dating and hopelessly in love. It was forever- written in the stars- they were made for each other.
Justin told Lance that everyday- he told Lance that he was so madly in love with him- he told Lance how they were going to be together forever- that they were just meant to be.
Lance believed it at first. He was blinded by love. He didn’t know he was at the time, but he was- and now he was reaping the consequences.
It started out fine- all the guys were okay with it- Chris was even gay himself- so Justin and Lance dated and stole kisses here and there and it was wonderful.
Until fame came to play.
It didn’t take long to get famous in Europe. Soon people knew the group and chased them down streets and alleys and they actually needed bodyguards.
Then they went to the United States. That’s when it started.
Justin changed- dramatically. When they released the first album- he became famous- only Justin. They group was just there- they were the four people who stood behind Justin Timberlake- they were the four people who backed up Justin Timberlake.
JC was gaining some fame now too- since he was a lead singer along side Justin. But Lance had too many girly features to him. He looked like a girl at times- and though Justin loved him- he was still ridiculed about it from all of the other members.
Sophomore album- blew away everything. They flew to tops of charts everywhere; selling the most albums ever and releasing hit songs every time.
And how was Justin? Very popular- but he wasn’t alone now. Lance didn’t look too much like a girl these days- he grew into his face and his body- and Justin had commented on that too. Lance actually had fans now, all of his own- even some websites dedicated to only him.
By the time the third album released- *Nsync was a common household name of teenage girls across the world.
And Lance was the most miserable person on earth.
“Lance, just walk behind me and you’ll be fine,” Justin told his boyfriend as they walked through the catered formal attire party that Lance absolutely hated to attend.
“Okay Jay.” Lance was sad and sick and he just wanted to go home- or to a hotel- wherever and curl up on a bed and sleep. “Justin?” Lance asked as he thought of something. He looked up to see Justin talking to someone Lance was acquainted with, but couldn’t put a name to the face.
“Just a minute Lance, I’m talking.”
Lance walked away. He didn’t like Justin’s attitude. He never liked his attitude anymore. And the thing was, Lance never told him. Because he couldn’t.
Justin didn’t even notice the absence of Lance’s presence, but someone else did.
“Lance, what’s wrong?”
Lance felt the hand on his shoulder freezing him in place. Something was odd about the touch- so warm, so nice, so perfect…
Lance shook his head and turned to face Chris.
“Nothing. I’m leaving.”
“What? Why? Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Do we need to go to the hospital?” Chris stumbled out.
“No. No, Chris I’m fine- I just want to leave. I’ll talk to you later.”
Lance felt foolish and childlike. He knew he couldn’t leave the party, so he went to the bathroom and sat on the floor and cried.
Lance cried a lot lately. A few times Justin or even Chris would find him crying, and he would just play it off as homesickness.
It wasn’t.
Lance knew what it was.
He just wasn’t a person anymore. No, not to Justin anyway. He was a shadow- he was Justin’s little shadow. Justin worshiped and praised Lance in private, but in public, Lance was the sick little puppy- following a man around for a scrap of food.
Justin loved him- and Lance knew that- but it wasn’t the love like they had before. It wasn’t the love they had when they were young and weren’t famous.
Lance was on the outside looking in on this relationship. He wasn’t really apart of it anymore. Justin told him what he was- he told him how to act- he told him when to speak. Lance wasn’t his own person. This wasn’t even two people anymore- it was Justin and the little molded guy named Lance. The guy trained and ready to jump and bend over backwards for Justin. He was nothing in the relationship.
But Justin did love him and worship him. Justin needed him- it had become a comfort- a routine for them- like seeing your face in the mirror. They had been together six years- and Justin said they would be together forever.
Lance wasn’t so sure he wanted forever with Justin. Justin just wasn’t who he used to be; he just wasn’t the same any more.
One night something scared Lance. Something came out in Justin he had never seen before. And it put Lance in great fear.
“Lance, where have you been?” Justin demanded as Lance and Chris walked into the door of the hotel room laughing.
“Oh, Chris asked me to go to this coffee house he had seen downtown here. He said it looked cool and so we went,” Lance met Justin’s eyes and almost quivered with fear.
Anger.
That’s all Lance could see in those blue ice-chilled eyes. Justin was angry at Lance. Lance was scared of Justin.
“Geez Lance, I was worried sick. No one else knew where you were- I was calling everyone- what the hell is wrong with you?” Justin demanded stepping closer to Lance.
Chris spoke up, “Now Justin, we were just hanging out for a little bit. He is fine, there is nothing to get worked up about.”
“I think you can leave now, Chris,” Justin said coldly. Chris hesitated, but knew he had no choice.
“Justin what’s wrong?” Lance asked his boyfriend.
“Damn Lance, you just go off without telling anyone. What were you thinking? Huh? Why couldn’t you have gone with me to the coffee shop?” Justin flashed anger in his features and his movements- but he made no physical advances on Lance.
“Because I wanted to go with Chris.”
“CHRIS ISN’T YOUR BOYFRIEND!” Justin picked up an ashtray off of the wooden table nearby and shattered it against the wall.
“Justin, what the hell? What’s the matter with you? Are you feeling okay?”
“I- I don’t know Lance. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
Justin seemed very short tempered from then on. He snapped his rope very shortly whenever he found Lance and Chris together. Justin suspected they were getting closer- he was right.
“Are you fucking Chris?” Justin asked Lance.
“WHAT? No I’m not fucking Chris, Justin! Where the hell did that come from?”
“You and Chris are getting too close. You are my boyfriend Lance, you hear me? No one else can have you. I need you- you know that. We are forever, Lance, you and me- we are forever.”
When Chris first kissed Lance- Lance almost vomited. It wasn’t Chris, it was the fact that Justin was going to either die or go crazy.
Lance loved Chris and Chris had told Lance countless times that he loved Lance- but Justin was still there. And Chris said that Lance had to break things off with Justin- it was the right thing to do.
Lance wasn’t sure he could do it. He had been that shadow for so long- he wasn’t sure if he could live on his own anymore.
Chris helped him through that. He told Lance how Justin was treating him wrong and that he would never do that to Lance. He told him how Lance would come first- that he loved him- that he wanted this to work.
And so did Lance; so one night- he told Justin the truth.
Lance was right- Justin went crazy. The first few days he never moved from the spot on the bed where Lance had told him that he was in love with Chris and that he couldn’t be with Justin anymore.
Then he started breaking everything- and throwing himself against walls.
And he started following Lance around. He just quietly followed never saying a word. But if Lance went in a room with Chris, Justin went psycho and started attacking things.
Lance never really realized how much Justin did need him. Apparently, Lance held the man together, which he never was aware of. He just thought that Justin would be mad at him for ending things- he didn’t know it would make Justin only a notch below insanity.
And Justin had to be kept away from Chris, because he would definitely try to kick his ass if he got too close. Justin would spit on the ground if he knew that Chris had walked there.
The guys had even talked about checking him into rehabilitation- or even worse, a mental hospital. Which ever- their younger friend needed help- they needed to do something.
Now they were at the backstage of a concert and Chris said he had to pee before the show started so he ran off as Lance was getting dressed. Justin was still in make-up, so Lance headed that way to get his done as well.
Justin wasn’t in make-up. Neither Joey nor JC had seen him.
He ran back to wardrobe and searched the area.
No Justin.
He ran to the food table.
No Justin.
Lance was panicking now.
He ran to the bathrooms to find one of the doors slightly open and the light on.
Lance opened the door and stood in shock.
He shut the door for some reason.
He looked at Chris paralyzed with fear sitting on the floor against the wall by the toilet.
He looked at Justin sitting Indian style a few feet across from him.
He looked at the black revolver that Justin held pointed at Chris’s head.
Lance couldn’t move or think- he just stood paralyzed, but finally his mouth made two audible words, “Justin, no.”
Justin looked at Lance standing by the door, only for a moment, and then turned his head back to Chris.
Lance squeezed his eyes shut and cringed to the floor as a sound just like thunder filled the room.
“We are together forever, Lance.”
Lance was shackled.
-fin-
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Bandslash (*NSYNC)
Pairing: Justin/Lance
Rating: R
Word Count: 1827
Disclaimer: I don't own people. But Lance really is gay.
Justin Timberlake: High profile, out spoken, lead singer, great athlete, nice body, and wonderful sense of humor.
Lance Bass: Low profile, shy, bass singer, horrible at sports, girly features, and not so great at taking jokes as jokes.
So what happened?
Lance wonders everyday how two people so different could end up together like he and Justin did. Right when the group started, he felt himself falling for the younger man- but only in his dreams had Justin been falling for him as well- or so he thought.
It only took two months and they were already dating and hopelessly in love. It was forever- written in the stars- they were made for each other.
Justin told Lance that everyday- he told Lance that he was so madly in love with him- he told Lance how they were going to be together forever- that they were just meant to be.
Lance believed it at first. He was blinded by love. He didn’t know he was at the time, but he was- and now he was reaping the consequences.
It started out fine- all the guys were okay with it- Chris was even gay himself- so Justin and Lance dated and stole kisses here and there and it was wonderful.
Until fame came to play.
It didn’t take long to get famous in Europe. Soon people knew the group and chased them down streets and alleys and they actually needed bodyguards.
Then they went to the United States. That’s when it started.
Justin changed- dramatically. When they released the first album- he became famous- only Justin. They group was just there- they were the four people who stood behind Justin Timberlake- they were the four people who backed up Justin Timberlake.
JC was gaining some fame now too- since he was a lead singer along side Justin. But Lance had too many girly features to him. He looked like a girl at times- and though Justin loved him- he was still ridiculed about it from all of the other members.
Sophomore album- blew away everything. They flew to tops of charts everywhere; selling the most albums ever and releasing hit songs every time.
And how was Justin? Very popular- but he wasn’t alone now. Lance didn’t look too much like a girl these days- he grew into his face and his body- and Justin had commented on that too. Lance actually had fans now, all of his own- even some websites dedicated to only him.
By the time the third album released- *Nsync was a common household name of teenage girls across the world.
And Lance was the most miserable person on earth.
“Lance, just walk behind me and you’ll be fine,” Justin told his boyfriend as they walked through the catered formal attire party that Lance absolutely hated to attend.
“Okay Jay.” Lance was sad and sick and he just wanted to go home- or to a hotel- wherever and curl up on a bed and sleep. “Justin?” Lance asked as he thought of something. He looked up to see Justin talking to someone Lance was acquainted with, but couldn’t put a name to the face.
“Just a minute Lance, I’m talking.”
Lance walked away. He didn’t like Justin’s attitude. He never liked his attitude anymore. And the thing was, Lance never told him. Because he couldn’t.
Justin didn’t even notice the absence of Lance’s presence, but someone else did.
“Lance, what’s wrong?”
Lance felt the hand on his shoulder freezing him in place. Something was odd about the touch- so warm, so nice, so perfect…
Lance shook his head and turned to face Chris.
“Nothing. I’m leaving.”
“What? Why? Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Do we need to go to the hospital?” Chris stumbled out.
“No. No, Chris I’m fine- I just want to leave. I’ll talk to you later.”
Lance felt foolish and childlike. He knew he couldn’t leave the party, so he went to the bathroom and sat on the floor and cried.
Lance cried a lot lately. A few times Justin or even Chris would find him crying, and he would just play it off as homesickness.
It wasn’t.
Lance knew what it was.
He just wasn’t a person anymore. No, not to Justin anyway. He was a shadow- he was Justin’s little shadow. Justin worshiped and praised Lance in private, but in public, Lance was the sick little puppy- following a man around for a scrap of food.
Justin loved him- and Lance knew that- but it wasn’t the love like they had before. It wasn’t the love they had when they were young and weren’t famous.
Lance was on the outside looking in on this relationship. He wasn’t really apart of it anymore. Justin told him what he was- he told him how to act- he told him when to speak. Lance wasn’t his own person. This wasn’t even two people anymore- it was Justin and the little molded guy named Lance. The guy trained and ready to jump and bend over backwards for Justin. He was nothing in the relationship.
But Justin did love him and worship him. Justin needed him- it had become a comfort- a routine for them- like seeing your face in the mirror. They had been together six years- and Justin said they would be together forever.
Lance wasn’t so sure he wanted forever with Justin. Justin just wasn’t who he used to be; he just wasn’t the same any more.
One night something scared Lance. Something came out in Justin he had never seen before. And it put Lance in great fear.
“Lance, where have you been?” Justin demanded as Lance and Chris walked into the door of the hotel room laughing.
“Oh, Chris asked me to go to this coffee house he had seen downtown here. He said it looked cool and so we went,” Lance met Justin’s eyes and almost quivered with fear.
Anger.
That’s all Lance could see in those blue ice-chilled eyes. Justin was angry at Lance. Lance was scared of Justin.
“Geez Lance, I was worried sick. No one else knew where you were- I was calling everyone- what the hell is wrong with you?” Justin demanded stepping closer to Lance.
Chris spoke up, “Now Justin, we were just hanging out for a little bit. He is fine, there is nothing to get worked up about.”
“I think you can leave now, Chris,” Justin said coldly. Chris hesitated, but knew he had no choice.
“Justin what’s wrong?” Lance asked his boyfriend.
“Damn Lance, you just go off without telling anyone. What were you thinking? Huh? Why couldn’t you have gone with me to the coffee shop?” Justin flashed anger in his features and his movements- but he made no physical advances on Lance.
“Because I wanted to go with Chris.”
“CHRIS ISN’T YOUR BOYFRIEND!” Justin picked up an ashtray off of the wooden table nearby and shattered it against the wall.
“Justin, what the hell? What’s the matter with you? Are you feeling okay?”
“I- I don’t know Lance. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
Justin seemed very short tempered from then on. He snapped his rope very shortly whenever he found Lance and Chris together. Justin suspected they were getting closer- he was right.
“Are you fucking Chris?” Justin asked Lance.
“WHAT? No I’m not fucking Chris, Justin! Where the hell did that come from?”
“You and Chris are getting too close. You are my boyfriend Lance, you hear me? No one else can have you. I need you- you know that. We are forever, Lance, you and me- we are forever.”
When Chris first kissed Lance- Lance almost vomited. It wasn’t Chris, it was the fact that Justin was going to either die or go crazy.
Lance loved Chris and Chris had told Lance countless times that he loved Lance- but Justin was still there. And Chris said that Lance had to break things off with Justin- it was the right thing to do.
Lance wasn’t sure he could do it. He had been that shadow for so long- he wasn’t sure if he could live on his own anymore.
Chris helped him through that. He told Lance how Justin was treating him wrong and that he would never do that to Lance. He told him how Lance would come first- that he loved him- that he wanted this to work.
And so did Lance; so one night- he told Justin the truth.
Lance was right- Justin went crazy. The first few days he never moved from the spot on the bed where Lance had told him that he was in love with Chris and that he couldn’t be with Justin anymore.
Then he started breaking everything- and throwing himself against walls.
And he started following Lance around. He just quietly followed never saying a word. But if Lance went in a room with Chris, Justin went psycho and started attacking things.
Lance never really realized how much Justin did need him. Apparently, Lance held the man together, which he never was aware of. He just thought that Justin would be mad at him for ending things- he didn’t know it would make Justin only a notch below insanity.
And Justin had to be kept away from Chris, because he would definitely try to kick his ass if he got too close. Justin would spit on the ground if he knew that Chris had walked there.
The guys had even talked about checking him into rehabilitation- or even worse, a mental hospital. Which ever- their younger friend needed help- they needed to do something.
Now they were at the backstage of a concert and Chris said he had to pee before the show started so he ran off as Lance was getting dressed. Justin was still in make-up, so Lance headed that way to get his done as well.
Justin wasn’t in make-up. Neither Joey nor JC had seen him.
He ran back to wardrobe and searched the area.
No Justin.
He ran to the food table.
No Justin.
Lance was panicking now.
He ran to the bathrooms to find one of the doors slightly open and the light on.
Lance opened the door and stood in shock.
He shut the door for some reason.
He looked at Chris paralyzed with fear sitting on the floor against the wall by the toilet.
He looked at Justin sitting Indian style a few feet across from him.
He looked at the black revolver that Justin held pointed at Chris’s head.
Lance couldn’t move or think- he just stood paralyzed, but finally his mouth made two audible words, “Justin, no.”
Justin looked at Lance standing by the door, only for a moment, and then turned his head back to Chris.
Lance squeezed his eyes shut and cringed to the floor as a sound just like thunder filled the room.
“We are together forever, Lance.”
Lance was shackled.
-fin-