Justin and Gabrielle in a Bottle, Part 7
Here is the next chapter of "Justin and Gabrielle in a Bottle." In the last chapter, we had amorphous clouds. In this chapter, we have tear-salted lips. OMG.
This is partly based on a plot bunny from
sixpackokittens and I wrote it for the qaf_crackfic commmunity, and it was written for my beta,
gmta_nz, and my banner goddess
roc_abs (KT), who wake up screaming in the middle of the night wondering what they did to deserve this.
I wish I could tell you there are things left unharmed by the writing of this fiction, but it’s getting pretty grim. Also kind of porny. What can I say?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Justin and Gabrielle in a Bottle, Part 7
by Xie
Brian probably should have felt embarrassed with all the women in the room glaring at him for having admitted Justin wasn’t still in the same pristine state in which he’d emerged from the bottle. But as long as the boy’s naked ass was pressing into his lap and his arms were wrapped around Brian’s neck, he really didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. He tenderly licked at Justin’s neck and the boy smiled at him and lifted up his face and kissed him.
Then Justin turned to the three women and said, “We didn’t come, though, so nothing really happened.”
Then Brian was embarrassed, so he tried to explain.
“He vanished before we…”
Cynthia cut him off. “We get the idea Brian. Let’s just focus on the important issue here. Xena, why do they want a virgin? What possible reason could they have?”
Xena had dropped down onto Cynthia’s other sofa, and pulled Gabrielle into her arms. Gabrielle didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, and Xena had settled a little throw blanket she’d found on the back of the sofa around her shoulders, and was tucking its ends in carefully. She looked up from her intense study of Gabrielle’s blanket and shook her head to clear it.
“I’m not sure how Gabrielle ended up in the bottle, but if someone other than the original spell-caster wants to control the inhabitant, she or he has to have a virgin. For a, ummm, ritual.”
Gabrielle looked up and nodded. “A sacrifice.” Xena frowned at her.
Justin yelped. “A SACRIFICE? Like, a human sacrifice? Of ME?”
Xena shifted uncomfortably. “Basically, yes.”
Brian shivered, and Justin wrapped his arms around him and kissed him passionately. “Brian, fuck me RIGHT NOW.”
That seemed like a brilliant plant to Brian, who pulled Justin closer and started kissing him back, while the blond’s hands fumbled at Brian’s pants. Cynthia’s outraged “BRIAN!” brought him back to his senses long enough to ask where her guest room was, but she put up her hand in a way he dimly recognized as meaning stop. So he stilled Justin’s hands and looked at her expectantly.
She sighed. “OK, I’m sure that to you, finishing the deflowering of Justin seems like the solution to all our current problems, but it doesn’t explain exactly how Callisto’s going to realize Justin’s not a virgin anymore before she hacks his head off or whatever she has planned. And I just somehow don’t see Stockwell getting involved in sacrificing virgins, so we need to figure out what he wanted with Justin, and what this has to do with Gabrielle, and with US. How did that bottle end up at Kinnetik in the first place? Xena’d never even been there before.”
Xena sat there for a minute, trying to think, which was kind of hard because she had somehow gotten her hand inside Gabrielle’s blanket and was tracing little circles all over the blonde’s bare back, making Gabrielle shiver, which made Xena believe she must be cold, which made her pull her more into her arms, which made Gabrielle shiver more, which resulted in Xena not being able to actually use her higher reasoning skills. Until Cynthia picked up the bottle and threatened to break it over Xena’s head.
The tall architect jumped up and started walking back and forth in front of the sofa.
“I think Callisto wants Gabrielle for the same reason she always has: To get at me. You have to understand that Callisto’s main goal in life, or in this case, lives, is to make me suffer, and she’s always known that the one thing that makes me suffer the most is hurting Gabrielle.”
“Oh Xena!” The blonde jumped up and threw her arms around the pacing brunette, the blanket falling to the ground. For the first time, Brian and Cynthia noticed the dragon tattooed on Gabrielle’s back. They stared at it, mesmerized.
“What is THAT?” Brian finally asked, blinking his eyes to clear them of the impression that the dragon was writhing on her skin.
“Just something to protect Gabrielle when I couldn’t be there to do it.” Xena was looking down at the younger woman - or much, much older woman, really - sorrowfully. Gabrielle looked up at her, tears brimming out of her eyes and running down her face. At the same time, Justin was kissing and licking Brian’s throat, and Brian was feeling sort of dizzy. The lips of the two women met and for a minute Brian almost wished he, too, could be a lesbian and cry while he was kissing someone. Then he realized that was completely insane and got Cynthia’s attention.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need to finish fucking Justin right away or he’s going to die. Where did you say your guest room is?”
“EVERYONE STOP KISSING RIGHT NOW.”
Cynthia grabbed Gabrielle’s hand, pulled her over to Brian and Justin, grabbed Justin’s hand, and then went and sat down on the sofa with them. “Blonds on this couch, brunets over there.” When Brian started to remind her that he needed to fuck Justin IMMEDIATELY in order to save his life, she snapped, “No backtalk. Sit.”
Brian sat. Xena sat. They both looked expectantly at Cynthia, who took a deep breath and yanked Justin back onto the sofa when he started to get up and cross over to Brian.
“Xena, tell us what you know about this sacrifice, the bottle, everything.”
Xena thought for a moment, then said, “First, the sacrifice is just that - a sacrifice. If Callisto cuts the throat of the virgin on a sort of altar and recites certain words while the virgin dies of blood loss, she’ll gain control of any magical or enchanted objects in the area, in this case, undoubtedly the bottle. She gets Gabrielle that way. That part’s clear. I’m not sure why Justin ever ended up in the bottle, though, or what Stockwell’s got to do with this whole thing.”
Brian felt waves of sickness and rage pulsating through him in alternation. Justin was pale and looked sick, and Gabrielle was actually staring at Justin with what looked somewhat like sympathy or even pity. Cynthia, for once, seemed at a loss for words.
“Is there…” Brian cleared his throat. “Is there anything we can do to protect Justin, other than make sure he’s not a virgin anymore and that Callisto knows it?”
Xena looked uncomfortable. “Brian, I think - I’m not sure, but I think that Callisto might have put him in the bottle to preserve his virginity while she prepared some other aspects of this spell.”
Justin got paler, if that were possible, which with his porcelain skin it really wasn’t, except that he blushes a lot and right now he was extremely pale instead of blushing. “I remember.”
Everyone looked at him. He went on, licking his dry lips. “I remember something. She was trying to, to … do something to me, it was hurting me but I couldn’t stop her, and then she read some strange words, and nothing happened and she got really angry. And then she went and got a glass of water and made me drink it with a pill, and then I woke up in the bottle.” He left out the part about Gabrielle trying to kill him this time, probably realizing that if she’d actually wanted to kill him, he’d be dead.
“What do you mean,” Brian suddenly interjected, “That Callisto put him in the bottle to preserve his virginity?”
“I doubt you’ll actually be able to fuck him,” she said bluntly. “It’s probably what made the bottle take them back in the first place.”
On that grim note, Cynthia finally told everyone where the guest rooms were, and got them all settled in for the night. Brian and Justin barely looked at each other when they went into the room they were sharing, and Justin sat down on the bed, dejected. Brian busied himself turning down the bed and taking off his clothes, and then he climbed into bed.
“Come on, Justin, you need to sleep.”
The blond boy sighed and crawled over and got under the covers with Brian. The minute Brian felt his skin against his, he wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t. Justin didn’t have Brian’s self control, however, and he nuzzled into the older man’s neck, and slid his hands all over Brian’s body.
“We can at least do all the stuff we did last time before the bottle took me back,” he whispered in Brian’s ear. “Can’t we?”
Brian might have been able to turn him down if Justin hadn’t immediately closed his hand over Brian’s aching cock, and started biting and nibbling at Brian’s throat. He tipped his head back for a minute, letting the lapping of Justin’s tongue and the grip of his hand send waves of pleasure washing over him. And just as he was about to roll over on top of the boy, he remembered with a jolt why this was such a bad, bad idea and grabbed Justin’s hand and set it back down on the mattress.
“Justin, let’s just get some sleep. I promise, as soon as we know it’s safe, we’ll do this. I just… I can’t stand to see you go back in the bottle.” And he kissed the blond boy’s pouting lips and smoothed his hands through his hair.
At first Justin lay down and snuggled against Brian, and Brian, despite the torment of the smooth warm skin touching him everywhere, and the soft flutter of Justin’s breath on his neck, actually felt himself start to fall asleep. But not for long, because he jolted awake at the feeling of something wet and warm and velvety on his cock. Justin had his face buried in Brian’s crotch and was licking and kissing at him, wrapping his tongue around the head and flicking it in and out of the slit, his hand sliding up and down on the shaft.
Brian reached down to pull Justin’s head away, but found his hands tangled in the boy’s hair instead, his back arching towards Justin’s mouth and tongue and hand. “Justin…” he moaned.
Justin lifted his head up for a second and grinned at Brian, and then closed his blue eyes and went back to what he was doing, namely, making Brian go completely insane. Brian couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of Justin’s pink mouth sliding up and down on the head of his cock, and then he saw that Justin’s other hand was on his own dick, pumping up and down rapidly. And then Brian sat up and firmly pulled Justin’s head away from his cock, and said, “That’s it, stop, or I’ll make you sleep with Gabrielle and Xena.”
Justin pouted for a minute and then scrambled back up the bed and lay down. He turned his flushed face to Brian, and started to snuggle back into Brian’s arms, but the older man pushed him firmly to the other side of the bed and put one of the pillows between them. “I’m serious, Justin. Go to sleep. We’ll try to figure this out in the morning.” And Justin finally lay down and turned his back to Brian with a huff. Brian lay down and eventually felt his aching hard on subside enough that he started to fall asleep again.
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Xena and Gabrielle had barely gotten the door to Cynthia’s second guest room closed before the blonde started tearing Xena’s clothes off. Xena would have done the same except, of course, Gabrielle was totally naked already.
Xena pushed Gabrielle back towards the bed, which was piled high with pillows and a fluffy comforter. Xena pushed Gabrielle back onto the bed, and followed her with her mouth and hands, kissing her and running her hands up and down her body.
“It’s been so long,” she moaned into Gabrielle’s mouth.
“Two thousand years,” agreed the blonde. “That’s way too long, Xena. Let’s not let that happen again.”
Xena would have agreed but she had her mouth on Gabrielle’s left breast, and was flicking her tongue over and around her tight little nipple. Then she trailed her tongue downward, her fingers replacing her mouth on Gabrielle’s breast. She licked her starting from the soft underside of her breasts, tracing her tongue over every single curve of Gabrielle’s abdominal muscles, outlining each one. She flicked her tongue in Gabrielle’s navel, and the blonde arched her back and started pushing down on Xena’s head, twining her legs around Xena’s shoulders.
Xena slid her hands down and worked them behind Gabrielle’s thighs, lifting her up a little, and then burying her face in the mound of blond curls. She dragged her tongue through the heat and the wetness, and felt Gabrielle start to writhe under her. She felt the younger woman tense and felt her softness change under her tongue and lips, and then Gabrielle’s hands tightened in her hair and her thighs closed down hard on Xena’s head, and this time, Gabrielle didn’t disappear. She came and called out Xena’s name, and then she pulled Xena up to her and wrapped her in her arms and cried. And Xena held her and murmured over and over, “Never leave me again, Gabrielle. Never leave me again.”
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Brian woke up with a start. Justin was still asleep, but he’d rolled over the pillow between them and was once again burrowing into Brian’s arms. Brian could feel the butterfly brush of his golden lashes against his neck, and the silky hot touch of his pale skin. He sighed and shook the boy awake. The sleepy blue eyes opened, and Justin flushed.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I must have been dreaming.” His blue eyes met Brian’s hazel ones in the dim light of the guest room, and Brian stared at him. They leaned closer and closer and then their lips touched, drawn together like magnets.
Brian groaned and pushed Justin away again, and said firmly, “Go back to sleep over there, or I’ll have to go sleep on the couch.”
Justin paled. “Don’t leave me alone,” he whispered, a look of fear in his eyes.
Brian immediately pulled him close. “I won’t, I promise… it’s OK, Justin, I’ll stay here.” He put his finger under Justin’s chin and looked him in the eye. “But you stay over there, or I’ll have to do something drastic like tie you to your side of the bed.”
Just as Brian said those words, he saw Justin’s eyes change. They went blank and glassy and shallow and the boy’s face froze. His lips parted and he was breathing rapidly, and he broke out in a sweat.
“Justin… Justin…” Brian was holding his upper arms and calling to him, but the boy was past hearing or seeing anything. He was shaking violently and tears were pooling in his eyes, and his hands were grabbing aimlessly at Brian’s arms, almost hitting at him. He suddenly started kicking out with his legs, and trying to push Brian away, and he almost fell off the bed as he thrashed and twisted.
Brian had no idea what to do, but he was afraid Justin would hurt himself, so he pulled him closer into his arms and threw his leg over the boy’s legs. Justin was shaking violently, but he finally calmed down enough to realize Brian wasn’t trying to hurt him. He lay under the older man, gasping, and finally he whispered, “I’m OK. I’m OK now.”
“Justin,” whispered Brian, his hands smoothing back the boy’s blond, sweat-soaked hair. “Justin, what happened?”
He looked at Brian, his eyes full of tears. “I remembered something else.”
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Xena was stroking Gabrielle’s hair, and the blonde was lying peacefully against her. Every time her warm breath touched Xena’s skin, she felt a little tingle. Then the tingle started under where Gabrielle’s hand was resting on Xena’s stomach. The blonde started feathering her touch lower, then back up again, and then lower, and then to the insides of Xena’s thighs, and then back to her belly, and then to the sensitive skin of her legs, and then back up, until Xena was going not-so-quietly insane. “Gabrielle,” she said raggedly.
Gabrielle tipped her head up and smiled, and then slid her fingers into the warm wet channel between Xena’s legs, trailing her finger lazily from her opening to the ridge of flesh above it. Xena was lifting her hips up to Gabrielle’s hand, starting to moan, when Gabrielle turned over onto her stomach, half on Xena, and started to lick and suck at her breast.
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Brian held Justin and looked back at him. He was frightened but he touched his forehead to Justin’s reassuringly, holding him by his upper arms. “Tell me. It’ll be OK, I promise.” He had no idea how he’d keep that promise, but he meant it.
Justin hid his face in Brian’s neck, and said, “It’s not that much more. I just remembered waking up at some point, in that room I told you about. Callisto was there and she had a chain around my neck, it was attached to the bed. And she was laughing. I don’t remember anything more. It just… it frightened me.” And he started to shake again.
Brian just held him, not sure what to do, but after a minute he kissed the boy’s trembling, tear-salted lips. Justin’s mouth opened under his, and the boy’s tongue started writhing against Brian’s, and then the two of them were lying on the bed, bodies pressed together. Justin had his legs around Brian and was kissing him desperately, breaking away only when the need for air forced him to.
Brian’s mind was completely blank at that moment except for one, single thought: Fuck Justin. Get inside him now. He groped at the floor at the side of the bed, feeling for his jeans, and finally found them. He dragged them up on the bed, never breaking his mouth away from Justin’s greedy kisses, and found a condom and lube in the pocket. He slid a lubed finger into Justin’s ass, and the boy moaned and drummed his heels on Brian’s back, begging him breathlessly to fuck him. Brian pressed his sheathed cock against Justin’s hole, a voice in his head reminding him this was a really terrible idea, but not giving him any specific reasons, so he ignored it. He felt himself just start to slide inside Justin, into that willing, tight heat, and then, as the boy’s body went limp and still underneath him, it all came back to him. Why he shouldn’t have done this. Just what made this such a really, really terrible idea.
Justin vanished.
And a few minutes later, while he lay there nearly in shock, the bedroom door flew open and he turned over to find himself impaled by the icy blue gaze of a very pissed off, very naked, Warrior Princess.
Was it continued? Well, duh.
This is partly based on a plot bunny from
sixpackokittens and I wrote it for the qaf_crackfic commmunity, and it was written for my beta,
gmta_nz, and my banner goddess
roc_abs (KT), who wake up screaming in the middle of the night wondering what they did to deserve this.
I wish I could tell you there are things left unharmed by the writing of this fiction, but it’s getting pretty grim. Also kind of porny. What can I say?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Justin and Gabrielle in a Bottle, Part 7
by Xie
Brian probably should have felt embarrassed with all the women in the room glaring at him for having admitted Justin wasn’t still in the same pristine state in which he’d emerged from the bottle. But as long as the boy’s naked ass was pressing into his lap and his arms were wrapped around Brian’s neck, he really didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. He tenderly licked at Justin’s neck and the boy smiled at him and lifted up his face and kissed him.
Then Justin turned to the three women and said, “We didn’t come, though, so nothing really happened.”
Then Brian was embarrassed, so he tried to explain.
“He vanished before we…”
Cynthia cut him off. “We get the idea Brian. Let’s just focus on the important issue here. Xena, why do they want a virgin? What possible reason could they have?”
Xena had dropped down onto Cynthia’s other sofa, and pulled Gabrielle into her arms. Gabrielle didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, and Xena had settled a little throw blanket she’d found on the back of the sofa around her shoulders, and was tucking its ends in carefully. She looked up from her intense study of Gabrielle’s blanket and shook her head to clear it.
“I’m not sure how Gabrielle ended up in the bottle, but if someone other than the original spell-caster wants to control the inhabitant, she or he has to have a virgin. For a, ummm, ritual.”
Gabrielle looked up and nodded. “A sacrifice.” Xena frowned at her.
Justin yelped. “A SACRIFICE? Like, a human sacrifice? Of ME?”
Xena shifted uncomfortably. “Basically, yes.”
Brian shivered, and Justin wrapped his arms around him and kissed him passionately. “Brian, fuck me RIGHT NOW.”
That seemed like a brilliant plant to Brian, who pulled Justin closer and started kissing him back, while the blond’s hands fumbled at Brian’s pants. Cynthia’s outraged “BRIAN!” brought him back to his senses long enough to ask where her guest room was, but she put up her hand in a way he dimly recognized as meaning stop. So he stilled Justin’s hands and looked at her expectantly.
She sighed. “OK, I’m sure that to you, finishing the deflowering of Justin seems like the solution to all our current problems, but it doesn’t explain exactly how Callisto’s going to realize Justin’s not a virgin anymore before she hacks his head off or whatever she has planned. And I just somehow don’t see Stockwell getting involved in sacrificing virgins, so we need to figure out what he wanted with Justin, and what this has to do with Gabrielle, and with US. How did that bottle end up at Kinnetik in the first place? Xena’d never even been there before.”
Xena sat there for a minute, trying to think, which was kind of hard because she had somehow gotten her hand inside Gabrielle’s blanket and was tracing little circles all over the blonde’s bare back, making Gabrielle shiver, which made Xena believe she must be cold, which made her pull her more into her arms, which made Gabrielle shiver more, which resulted in Xena not being able to actually use her higher reasoning skills. Until Cynthia picked up the bottle and threatened to break it over Xena’s head.
The tall architect jumped up and started walking back and forth in front of the sofa.
“I think Callisto wants Gabrielle for the same reason she always has: To get at me. You have to understand that Callisto’s main goal in life, or in this case, lives, is to make me suffer, and she’s always known that the one thing that makes me suffer the most is hurting Gabrielle.”
“Oh Xena!” The blonde jumped up and threw her arms around the pacing brunette, the blanket falling to the ground. For the first time, Brian and Cynthia noticed the dragon tattooed on Gabrielle’s back. They stared at it, mesmerized.
“What is THAT?” Brian finally asked, blinking his eyes to clear them of the impression that the dragon was writhing on her skin.
“Just something to protect Gabrielle when I couldn’t be there to do it.” Xena was looking down at the younger woman - or much, much older woman, really - sorrowfully. Gabrielle looked up at her, tears brimming out of her eyes and running down her face. At the same time, Justin was kissing and licking Brian’s throat, and Brian was feeling sort of dizzy. The lips of the two women met and for a minute Brian almost wished he, too, could be a lesbian and cry while he was kissing someone. Then he realized that was completely insane and got Cynthia’s attention.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need to finish fucking Justin right away or he’s going to die. Where did you say your guest room is?”
“EVERYONE STOP KISSING RIGHT NOW.”
Cynthia grabbed Gabrielle’s hand, pulled her over to Brian and Justin, grabbed Justin’s hand, and then went and sat down on the sofa with them. “Blonds on this couch, brunets over there.” When Brian started to remind her that he needed to fuck Justin IMMEDIATELY in order to save his life, she snapped, “No backtalk. Sit.”
Brian sat. Xena sat. They both looked expectantly at Cynthia, who took a deep breath and yanked Justin back onto the sofa when he started to get up and cross over to Brian.
“Xena, tell us what you know about this sacrifice, the bottle, everything.”
Xena thought for a moment, then said, “First, the sacrifice is just that - a sacrifice. If Callisto cuts the throat of the virgin on a sort of altar and recites certain words while the virgin dies of blood loss, she’ll gain control of any magical or enchanted objects in the area, in this case, undoubtedly the bottle. She gets Gabrielle that way. That part’s clear. I’m not sure why Justin ever ended up in the bottle, though, or what Stockwell’s got to do with this whole thing.”
Brian felt waves of sickness and rage pulsating through him in alternation. Justin was pale and looked sick, and Gabrielle was actually staring at Justin with what looked somewhat like sympathy or even pity. Cynthia, for once, seemed at a loss for words.
“Is there…” Brian cleared his throat. “Is there anything we can do to protect Justin, other than make sure he’s not a virgin anymore and that Callisto knows it?”
Xena looked uncomfortable. “Brian, I think - I’m not sure, but I think that Callisto might have put him in the bottle to preserve his virginity while she prepared some other aspects of this spell.”
Justin got paler, if that were possible, which with his porcelain skin it really wasn’t, except that he blushes a lot and right now he was extremely pale instead of blushing. “I remember.”
Everyone looked at him. He went on, licking his dry lips. “I remember something. She was trying to, to … do something to me, it was hurting me but I couldn’t stop her, and then she read some strange words, and nothing happened and she got really angry. And then she went and got a glass of water and made me drink it with a pill, and then I woke up in the bottle.” He left out the part about Gabrielle trying to kill him this time, probably realizing that if she’d actually wanted to kill him, he’d be dead.
“What do you mean,” Brian suddenly interjected, “That Callisto put him in the bottle to preserve his virginity?”
“I doubt you’ll actually be able to fuck him,” she said bluntly. “It’s probably what made the bottle take them back in the first place.”
On that grim note, Cynthia finally told everyone where the guest rooms were, and got them all settled in for the night. Brian and Justin barely looked at each other when they went into the room they were sharing, and Justin sat down on the bed, dejected. Brian busied himself turning down the bed and taking off his clothes, and then he climbed into bed.
“Come on, Justin, you need to sleep.”
The blond boy sighed and crawled over and got under the covers with Brian. The minute Brian felt his skin against his, he wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t. Justin didn’t have Brian’s self control, however, and he nuzzled into the older man’s neck, and slid his hands all over Brian’s body.
“We can at least do all the stuff we did last time before the bottle took me back,” he whispered in Brian’s ear. “Can’t we?”
Brian might have been able to turn him down if Justin hadn’t immediately closed his hand over Brian’s aching cock, and started biting and nibbling at Brian’s throat. He tipped his head back for a minute, letting the lapping of Justin’s tongue and the grip of his hand send waves of pleasure washing over him. And just as he was about to roll over on top of the boy, he remembered with a jolt why this was such a bad, bad idea and grabbed Justin’s hand and set it back down on the mattress.
“Justin, let’s just get some sleep. I promise, as soon as we know it’s safe, we’ll do this. I just… I can’t stand to see you go back in the bottle.” And he kissed the blond boy’s pouting lips and smoothed his hands through his hair.
At first Justin lay down and snuggled against Brian, and Brian, despite the torment of the smooth warm skin touching him everywhere, and the soft flutter of Justin’s breath on his neck, actually felt himself start to fall asleep. But not for long, because he jolted awake at the feeling of something wet and warm and velvety on his cock. Justin had his face buried in Brian’s crotch and was licking and kissing at him, wrapping his tongue around the head and flicking it in and out of the slit, his hand sliding up and down on the shaft.
Brian reached down to pull Justin’s head away, but found his hands tangled in the boy’s hair instead, his back arching towards Justin’s mouth and tongue and hand. “Justin…” he moaned.
Justin lifted his head up for a second and grinned at Brian, and then closed his blue eyes and went back to what he was doing, namely, making Brian go completely insane. Brian couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of Justin’s pink mouth sliding up and down on the head of his cock, and then he saw that Justin’s other hand was on his own dick, pumping up and down rapidly. And then Brian sat up and firmly pulled Justin’s head away from his cock, and said, “That’s it, stop, or I’ll make you sleep with Gabrielle and Xena.”
Justin pouted for a minute and then scrambled back up the bed and lay down. He turned his flushed face to Brian, and started to snuggle back into Brian’s arms, but the older man pushed him firmly to the other side of the bed and put one of the pillows between them. “I’m serious, Justin. Go to sleep. We’ll try to figure this out in the morning.” And Justin finally lay down and turned his back to Brian with a huff. Brian lay down and eventually felt his aching hard on subside enough that he started to fall asleep again.
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Xena and Gabrielle had barely gotten the door to Cynthia’s second guest room closed before the blonde started tearing Xena’s clothes off. Xena would have done the same except, of course, Gabrielle was totally naked already.
Xena pushed Gabrielle back towards the bed, which was piled high with pillows and a fluffy comforter. Xena pushed Gabrielle back onto the bed, and followed her with her mouth and hands, kissing her and running her hands up and down her body.
“It’s been so long,” she moaned into Gabrielle’s mouth.
“Two thousand years,” agreed the blonde. “That’s way too long, Xena. Let’s not let that happen again.”
Xena would have agreed but she had her mouth on Gabrielle’s left breast, and was flicking her tongue over and around her tight little nipple. Then she trailed her tongue downward, her fingers replacing her mouth on Gabrielle’s breast. She licked her starting from the soft underside of her breasts, tracing her tongue over every single curve of Gabrielle’s abdominal muscles, outlining each one. She flicked her tongue in Gabrielle’s navel, and the blonde arched her back and started pushing down on Xena’s head, twining her legs around Xena’s shoulders.
Xena slid her hands down and worked them behind Gabrielle’s thighs, lifting her up a little, and then burying her face in the mound of blond curls. She dragged her tongue through the heat and the wetness, and felt Gabrielle start to writhe under her. She felt the younger woman tense and felt her softness change under her tongue and lips, and then Gabrielle’s hands tightened in her hair and her thighs closed down hard on Xena’s head, and this time, Gabrielle didn’t disappear. She came and called out Xena’s name, and then she pulled Xena up to her and wrapped her in her arms and cried. And Xena held her and murmured over and over, “Never leave me again, Gabrielle. Never leave me again.”
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Brian woke up with a start. Justin was still asleep, but he’d rolled over the pillow between them and was once again burrowing into Brian’s arms. Brian could feel the butterfly brush of his golden lashes against his neck, and the silky hot touch of his pale skin. He sighed and shook the boy awake. The sleepy blue eyes opened, and Justin flushed.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I must have been dreaming.” His blue eyes met Brian’s hazel ones in the dim light of the guest room, and Brian stared at him. They leaned closer and closer and then their lips touched, drawn together like magnets.
Brian groaned and pushed Justin away again, and said firmly, “Go back to sleep over there, or I’ll have to go sleep on the couch.”
Justin paled. “Don’t leave me alone,” he whispered, a look of fear in his eyes.
Brian immediately pulled him close. “I won’t, I promise… it’s OK, Justin, I’ll stay here.” He put his finger under Justin’s chin and looked him in the eye. “But you stay over there, or I’ll have to do something drastic like tie you to your side of the bed.”
Just as Brian said those words, he saw Justin’s eyes change. They went blank and glassy and shallow and the boy’s face froze. His lips parted and he was breathing rapidly, and he broke out in a sweat.
“Justin… Justin…” Brian was holding his upper arms and calling to him, but the boy was past hearing or seeing anything. He was shaking violently and tears were pooling in his eyes, and his hands were grabbing aimlessly at Brian’s arms, almost hitting at him. He suddenly started kicking out with his legs, and trying to push Brian away, and he almost fell off the bed as he thrashed and twisted.
Brian had no idea what to do, but he was afraid Justin would hurt himself, so he pulled him closer into his arms and threw his leg over the boy’s legs. Justin was shaking violently, but he finally calmed down enough to realize Brian wasn’t trying to hurt him. He lay under the older man, gasping, and finally he whispered, “I’m OK. I’m OK now.”
“Justin,” whispered Brian, his hands smoothing back the boy’s blond, sweat-soaked hair. “Justin, what happened?”
He looked at Brian, his eyes full of tears. “I remembered something else.”
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Xena was stroking Gabrielle’s hair, and the blonde was lying peacefully against her. Every time her warm breath touched Xena’s skin, she felt a little tingle. Then the tingle started under where Gabrielle’s hand was resting on Xena’s stomach. The blonde started feathering her touch lower, then back up again, and then lower, and then to the insides of Xena’s thighs, and then back to her belly, and then to the sensitive skin of her legs, and then back up, until Xena was going not-so-quietly insane. “Gabrielle,” she said raggedly.
Gabrielle tipped her head up and smiled, and then slid her fingers into the warm wet channel between Xena’s legs, trailing her finger lazily from her opening to the ridge of flesh above it. Xena was lifting her hips up to Gabrielle’s hand, starting to moan, when Gabrielle turned over onto her stomach, half on Xena, and started to lick and suck at her breast.
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Brian held Justin and looked back at him. He was frightened but he touched his forehead to Justin’s reassuringly, holding him by his upper arms. “Tell me. It’ll be OK, I promise.” He had no idea how he’d keep that promise, but he meant it.
Justin hid his face in Brian’s neck, and said, “It’s not that much more. I just remembered waking up at some point, in that room I told you about. Callisto was there and she had a chain around my neck, it was attached to the bed. And she was laughing. I don’t remember anything more. It just… it frightened me.” And he started to shake again.
Brian just held him, not sure what to do, but after a minute he kissed the boy’s trembling, tear-salted lips. Justin’s mouth opened under his, and the boy’s tongue started writhing against Brian’s, and then the two of them were lying on the bed, bodies pressed together. Justin had his legs around Brian and was kissing him desperately, breaking away only when the need for air forced him to.
Brian’s mind was completely blank at that moment except for one, single thought: Fuck Justin. Get inside him now. He groped at the floor at the side of the bed, feeling for his jeans, and finally found them. He dragged them up on the bed, never breaking his mouth away from Justin’s greedy kisses, and found a condom and lube in the pocket. He slid a lubed finger into Justin’s ass, and the boy moaned and drummed his heels on Brian’s back, begging him breathlessly to fuck him. Brian pressed his sheathed cock against Justin’s hole, a voice in his head reminding him this was a really terrible idea, but not giving him any specific reasons, so he ignored it. He felt himself just start to slide inside Justin, into that willing, tight heat, and then, as the boy’s body went limp and still underneath him, it all came back to him. Why he shouldn’t have done this. Just what made this such a really, really terrible idea.
Justin vanished.
And a few minutes later, while he lay there nearly in shock, the bedroom door flew open and he turned over to find himself impaled by the icy blue gaze of a very pissed off, very naked, Warrior Princess.
Was it continued? Well, duh.