New QAF Fic: Inescapable, NC-17, 1/61
Inescapable
by Suz
Disclaimer - CowLip/Showtime own them, no infringement, etc etc.
Well, hey now! It's another WIP! You'd think I'd be sick of these by now ;D
Brian/Justin, rated NC-17. Serious AU, based around the episode 510. Knowledge of 510 would be a distinct advantage, and if you haven't seen it this fic could be considered a big ol' spoiler for what happens in said ep. This part is very short; consider it the teaser before the opening credits *g*. Part two will be posted tomorrow.
Feedback would be the bees knees :D
ETA: This story was originally posted as a WIP :)
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When the world ended, it happened in the same place the world had started for Brian: Babylon.
He'd had experience before - learning with his gym teacher what after-school practise *really* meant. But it was at Babylon that he discovered who and what he was. The kind of man he was. Brian hadn't rolled over for anyone since, metaphorically or physically.
That was why he'd agreed to hold the fundraiser in the first place. He may not have shared Mikey's quaint little picket-fenced dream - he mocked it, most of the time - but he sure as fuck wasn't about to let any old straight guys tell queers what they could and couldn't do. So he'd said yes, and Mikey had been thrilled (and maybe that'd been part of the reason he'd agreed, too. Maybe).
When the world ended, he'd only partly been paying attention to the performance on stage, more interested in the guy who'd just brushed by him.
And everything changed.
Sensory overload. Light and sound and heat as he was thrown to the floor, the breath forced out of him, his brain trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
After the world ended, he coughed, choking on the stench of burnt metal, plastic - flesh. He stumbled over bodies and bloodied shoes, eyes tearing up from the smoke and shock, watching panicked queers fighting to get the fuck out. At any other time it might've been funny, but all Brian could do was hope like fuck that he wasn't walking over anyone he knew.
Joan had always said he was going to hell.
Turned out she was right.
TBC
Next Part
by Suz
Disclaimer - CowLip/Showtime own them, no infringement, etc etc.
Well, hey now! It's another WIP! You'd think I'd be sick of these by now ;D
Brian/Justin, rated NC-17. Serious AU, based around the episode 510. Knowledge of 510 would be a distinct advantage, and if you haven't seen it this fic could be considered a big ol' spoiler for what happens in said ep. This part is very short; consider it the teaser before the opening credits *g*. Part two will be posted tomorrow.
Feedback would be the bees knees :D
ETA: This story was originally posted as a WIP :)
*
When the world ended, it happened in the same place the world had started for Brian: Babylon.
He'd had experience before - learning with his gym teacher what after-school practise *really* meant. But it was at Babylon that he discovered who and what he was. The kind of man he was. Brian hadn't rolled over for anyone since, metaphorically or physically.
That was why he'd agreed to hold the fundraiser in the first place. He may not have shared Mikey's quaint little picket-fenced dream - he mocked it, most of the time - but he sure as fuck wasn't about to let any old straight guys tell queers what they could and couldn't do. So he'd said yes, and Mikey had been thrilled (and maybe that'd been part of the reason he'd agreed, too. Maybe).
When the world ended, he'd only partly been paying attention to the performance on stage, more interested in the guy who'd just brushed by him.
And everything changed.
Sensory overload. Light and sound and heat as he was thrown to the floor, the breath forced out of him, his brain trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
After the world ended, he coughed, choking on the stench of burnt metal, plastic - flesh. He stumbled over bodies and bloodied shoes, eyes tearing up from the smoke and shock, watching panicked queers fighting to get the fuck out. At any other time it might've been funny, but all Brian could do was hope like fuck that he wasn't walking over anyone he knew.
Joan had always said he was going to hell.
Turned out she was right.
TBC
Next Part