Chapter 24: A New Dom Comes to Town
Dr. Christian Schwan stepped out of the cab, and after paying the driver, he looked at the building. It seemed his friend was still doing well considering the size of this place. He grinned and rubbed a hand over his face. After spending the last two days clearing up his calendar, he was exhausted. He knew that he'd have to get some sleep before going to Alex's show tonight, but even more than he needed sleep, he needed his boy. He glanced at his watch and realized it was still early and wondered if he should wait before going up. After a few minutes, he grabbed his bag and headed toward the parking lot entrance.
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Brian heard the buzzer and groaned. Who the fuck was paying a visit at this hour? Then he remembered that Justin said something about a client, so he quickly made his way to the door. It never crossed his mind to wonder why a client would be buzzing at the private entrance to the building. He just pushed the button and said, "Come on up." Waiting on the elevator, he yawned and stretched as he tried to smooth his hair a bit. Damn, he hated being woke up at this hour, especially when he was finally able to sleep. Actually, he just hated having to leave his warm bed. The past two days had been a bit unusual with Alex staying in the playroom, but even if the guy was a little shit sometimes, Brian found that he really liked him. .
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The elevator doors slid open and Brian was confronted with an extremely attractive man, dressed in an Armani suit, with a very irritated expression on his face. Damn, this guy was hot! He let his eyes travel over the tall, lean body with open admiration. .
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Chris was irritated by this guys open appraisal. What the hell had Justin gotten himself into? This had to be the infamous Brian Kinney, and Chris knew a player when he saw one. This guy was most definitely a predator, and he was also a walking advertisement for sex. "Brian Kinney, I presume." .
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Brian was shocked this guy seemed to know his name, and then the tone of voice registered in his brain. Who the fuck did this prick think he was? "Yeah. Who the fuck are you?" .
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Chris' eyes narrowed. "I'm someone who doesn't take shit off of anyone, and you'd do well to remember that." .
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Brian heard the authority in the other man's voice. Something wasn't right here. That's when he heard Master's voice. .
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"Chris! I'm so happy you finally made it." .
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Brian groaned softly and wondered how badly he'd just fucked up. He wasn't allowed any time to ponder his situation because Chris brushed past him like he was nothing and walked into the apartment. .
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"It's good to see you too, Justin. How's my boy?" .
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Alex walked out of the playroom, heard his Master's voice, looked over and saw the man he'd been missing talking to Justin and shouted, "Master!" .
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Brian watched things happening like he was watching a movie unfold. Alex ran over, jumped up, locking his legs around the taller man's waist and proceeded to rain kisses over every inch of his lover's face. This was like being in the fucking Twilight Zone only he couldn't change the channel or turn off the television. .
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Justin grinned at his two friends and looked over at Brian, becoming immediately concerned when he noticed the look on his boy's face. "Hey, cookie come here and meet my friend." .
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Brian walked over with his eyes down not sure how Master was going to react when he found out how disrespectful he'd behaved. .
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Chris gave Alex a quick kiss and turned his head to watch Brian cross the room. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he'd never have believed it possible. The predator he'd met as he'd stepped off the elevator was gone completely and the guy walking across the room toward Justin was a submissive in every way. Well, well, it seemed that little Justin had indeed tamed the wild beast. He couldn't keep the smile off his face because he knew that Brian was worried about their exchange. .
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As soon as Brian reached Justin's side, he let his eyes meet their new guest's. He saw the amusement on the man's face and knew he was completely fucked. .
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Justin put his arm around Brian's waist and squeezed gently. "Chris, I'd like you to meet Brian." .
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Chris took in the pride radiating from his friend and the trepidation coming from his boy that seemed to dim the spirit of the moment. "I've met him, Justin. He was nice enough to let me in. I can see why you're so proud of him; he was a perfectly gracious host." .
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Brian's eyes snapped up and met Chris', the shock clearly showing on his face. .
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Justin just smiled brighter. "I'm extremely proud of him." .
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Brian swallowed hard. He wondered why the other man hadn't told Justin what he'd done. He really loved hearing the pride in his Master's voice, but he felt bad that it wasn't deserved. He took a deep breath and was about to confess. .
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Chris read Brian's expression perfectly. He had to admit that he held a grudging respect for this man even though he'd only met him, but he'd heard Alex talk about him nightly, and knew the guy couldn't be all bad if his boy liked him. So, he put Alex down and stepped forward and held his hand out waiting on Brian to shake it. "I can see that you're good for Justin, and that means you're okay in my book." .
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Brian shook Chris' hand still a bit shocked that this guy was willing to cover for him and wondering what he should do about it. .
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Chris looked at Justin. "Can I speak to you alone for a moment?" .
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Justin nodded his head, gave Brian a quick kiss, and led Chris into the kitchen. .
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Brian felt like he was going to throw up. So, this guy was going to tell Justin what he'd done after all. .
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Alex noted the look on Brian's face and walked over placing a hand on his new friend's shoulder. "What's wrong?" .
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Brian looked at Alex and sighed. "I was rude to your Master." .
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Alex blinked and looked over at the two Doms noting that they were both smiling and laughing. His Master didn't look upset, which he surely would have been if Brian were rude to him. "Well, obviously Master didn't think you were rude or he'd have ripped you a new asshole. He has no problems dealing out his own brand of justice." .
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"I was rude to him. I figure he's going to tell Master what a shit I was." .
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Alex shrugged his shoulders. "Looks to me like they are just chatting about old times. If he didn't tell Justin in front of you, he won't tell him behind your back…that's not his style." .
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Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and wondered if he should just let it drop or tell his Master what had really happened. He watched as Chris and Justin walked over to the living room. .
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"Come on, halfling. I need a few hours of sleep before your big show tonight." Chris turned and gave Brian a very meaningful stare. "It was nice meeting you, Brian. I have Justin's permission to spend some time with you and get to know you better if that's okay with you." .
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So, this guy wasn't an asshole after all. Brian stood up, smiled, and nodded his head. "I'd like that." .
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Chris grinned and winked at Brian. "I have to find out if you're a good influence on my boy, now don't I?" .
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Brian chuckled, "If anyone is going to be corrupted it's me." .
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Alex's eyes got really big and he lightly punched Brian's shoulder. "Watch it, pal. Are you trying to ruin my pristine, virginal reputation?" .
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Brian, Justin, and Chris all laughed at that remark until Alex huffed, acting as if he were pissed off. "Well, I see what you all think of me, hmph!" .
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Brian put his arm around Alex's shoulders, batted his eyelashes, and said in a perfect imitation of Emmett, "Sweetie, if the shoe fits…".
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Alex laughed and shook his head at Brian. "One of these days I'm going to get one up on you, big guy." .
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Chris held out his hand and Alex took it only to be led in the direction of the playroom. .
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Justin wrapped his arms around Brian's waist and gave him a bright smile. "How about I take you out to breakfast." .
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Brian grinned and whispered, "You are just giving them time to fuck." .
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Justin laughed and said, "Well, they haven't seen each other in two whole days!" .
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They ran to the shower and Justin turned on the water as he watched Brian strip. The last couple of days had been good for Brian. He'd watched his boy carefully and had to admit that Alex seemed to have a positive effect. After learning about what happened at the diner, he was worried that Brian would somehow regress back into his shell, but that hadn't happened. God, he loved looking at his boy, and the thing he loved most of all, was the way Brian seemed to melt with each kiss or touch…that was addictive. .
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Justin pulled Brian's head down nibbling on his lips before pushing his tongue inside to discover that unique taste once again. It was intoxicating and overwhelming, but his tongue moved and mapped out every area of his boy's mouth as his hands roamed freely over the expanse of naked flesh. This was his drug of choice. He broke the kiss and looked into dazed, hazel eyes. "What do you want, cookie?" .
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Brian's first thought was to say, "Fuck me," but then something inside him seemed to shift or click into place. It was as if some force had a hold on his body and his mind, because no one was more surprised than he was when he whispered, "To please you." .
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Justin's smile could have rivaled the sun. His chest seemed to expand and he felt an almost electrical current pass through his body. He felt the shift in Brian like a physical force instead of a change in attitude. "You do please me…more than anything else in my life. I'm so very proud of you, cookie." .
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Brian felt those words like a caress to his soul. He'd been extremely successful in his career and had earned many awards over the years, but nothing compared to pride and sense of accomplishment those words brought to him. He wanted his Master to always be proud of him. This man, standing in front of him, had a way of making him feel more than he'd ever felt in his entire life. He knew that no matter what happened, his Master would always take care of him. It was an exhilarating and yet very humbling feeling. "I like making you proud of me." .
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Justin quickly stripped off his clothes and led Brian into the shower. Hands slid over soap slicked skin, mouths sucked and nibbled, moans were coaxed and sometimes forced, and emotions were recognized and accepted. Justin claimed his boy as he slid inside that tight, hot passage, and Brian reveled in that possession. .
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They talked in hushed tones laughing about nothing particularly important as they helped each other dress amid kisses and caresses. They left the loft apartment and decided to walk to the Liberty Diner. Justin enjoyed listening to Brian talk about his latest campaign. It was like Brian had been brought to life for the first time. His boy was so animated and seemed to be bursting with untapped energy. He found himself chuckling at the excitement that radiated off the man walking next to him. .
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They were both laughing as they entered the Diner. Justin watched with a sense of dread as Brian noticed Michael sitting with Ben. It was like watching a balloon deflate. It tore at his heart to see the man that was just so alive and happy seem to shrivel up. He reached up and turned Brian's face looking into troubled hazel eyes. "Don't. Don't let him get to you. I feel like I finally met the real you this morning. Don't leave me again." .
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Brian heard the almost desperate plea in his Master's voice and realized that he had to be strong enough to let the rest of the world go and depend on this man for his happiness. It didn't matter what anyone else thought as long as Master was happy and proud of him. "I'm not going anywhere but where you lead me, Master." .
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Justin wanted to shout for joy, but instead he laughed, pulled on Brian's arm playfully, and led his boy to the booth in the back. "I'm leading you to a stack of pancakes with an obscene amount of syrup and whip cream." .
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Brian groaned and rolled his eyes. "If you keep that up, my ass will be the size of Pittsburgh." .
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"Then I guess we'll just have to work off those extra calories, now won't we?" .
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Neither man notice when Michael walked past them and stopped barring their progress to the back of the Diner. "Brian what the hell are you doing?" .
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It was like a bucket of ice cold water being tossed on his head, but Brian refused to let Mikey destroy his morning, so he smiled and said, "It seems as if I'm getting fat." .
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Justin chuckled softly feeling so proud of the way Brian was handling himself. .
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Michael ignored everything and continued, "First, you are out having lunch with your little subbie pals, and now you are having breakfast with a trick." .
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Brian's eyes narrowed as he looked at his childhood friend. He didn't need to explain himself to anyone but his Master. No one else's opinion of him mattered in the least. It was time to set Mikey straight on a few things. "He's not a trick, Michael, he's my Master." .
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Michael's eyes went wide and he huffed in a disbelieving tone, "Oh my God! I can't believe it. First, you let this nothing twink turn you into a groveling little bottom boy, and then you have the nerve to sound like you are proud of it!" .
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For the first time, Michael's words didn't seem to have the power to hurt him. Brian shook his head a bit sadly and asked, "Tell me, Michael, are you pissed because I decided to live my life differently, or are you pissed that someone else is the one making me happy? You know I'll never fuck you, and you sure as hell aren't man enough to ever fuck me." .
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It happened in a flash. Michael's hand drew back and he swung aiming for Brian's face, but Justin's hand was there instead, gripping Michael's wrist in a vice-like grip. .
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Justin gave Michael's arm a vicious tug. "Never lift your hand against Brian again." He saw Ben stand up and head towards then. He held up his free hand and gave a little shake of his head. "I don't want any trouble with you, big guy, but you take one step closer and you and I are gonna have a problem." .
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Ben heard the serious threat in the softly spoken words. He saw how the younger man held himself and instantly recognized that this guy knew how to take care of himself. He stopped a few steps away and watched ready to jump in if it was absolutely necessary. .
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Once Justin was sure that Ben wasn't going to charge, he turned his attention back to Michael who was gasping, "Ow, ow, ow," over and over. Justin applied a little more pressure to the wrist and growled, "Brian is mine. No one fucks with what is mine. Do you understand?" .
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Michael felt as if his wrist were going to break at any moment and panted, "Yes…yes." .
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Justin shoved Michael in Ben's direction and watched as the big man grabbed him to keep him from stumbling and falling. "Take him and go home." .
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Michael looked at Brian and squealed, "Are you going to let that little twink talk to your best friend that way?" .
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Brian shrugged his shoulder and stated, "He is my best friend, Michael." .
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Ben looked down at his husband and growled softly, "Michael would you be quiet before your mouth writes a check your ass can't cash." .
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Michael looked up at Ben with a shocked expression on his face. "You sound like you're afraid of him." .
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Ben shook his head. "I'm not afraid of him, Michael, but I have no doubt that he could wipe the floor with my ass if he wanted to…especially if he were doing it to protect, Brian." He proceeded to half carry and half drag his husband out of the Diner. .
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Justin turned and looked at Brian hoping he wouldn't find the closed off expression in those hazel eyes. .
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Brian grinned and said, "Hey, I thought you were about to force feed me enough junk to kill an elephant." .