Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 18:35:35 -0500
From: Angel J <music-fan-1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Angel-35

This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality.  By
continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not
a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to
this story.

The following is a fictious story with no real basis or credibility.It is
solely for the enjoyment of the reader.  It does not imply anything about
the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other
celebrity herein mentioned in this story.


Previously

Michael didn't move, he stared into space.
His cell phone went off.That brought him back to reality.
He picked it up, staring at Justin's face in front of him.
"Michael, what's going on? You okay?"
"Jus, I just had a terrifying call. He said he was going to kill me."
"What! Who?"
"I don't know.I didn't recognize the voice."
"You okay, babe?"
"Yes, I'm okay. Just a little shocked."
Justin sensed Michael was a bit worried too.
"You sure your okay?"
"Yes Jus, I'm okay.Must just be some crank call.I expected some after the show.You know, the kooks."
"Yeah, baby. But why did he wait so long.I don't like this."
"Relax, sweetie.I'm okay."
Justin relaxed a little seeing and feeling Michael's calming voice now.
"Okay, babe. As long as your calm, I will be calm."
Michael looked at the clock seeing it was after midnight.
"I should go babe. I have to get up early to drive Nana to the airport.I'll talk to you tomorrow, sweetie."
"Alright my love.You get a good night sleep, okay?"
"I will, JUs.I love you."
"Love ya more, babe."
Michael smiled, looking at his love, seeing the love in his eyes.The distance didn't seperate them, it brought their love closer.
"Night, sweetie."
"Night, babe."
They closed off the call and the cam.
Michael sat looking at the blank screen.He felt uneasy.That call had spooked him.He hadn't told Justin, but the voice sounded familiar and he didn't know from where.
He got up going out into the living room, checking the windows and doors.EVerything was secure.
He sat on the couch staring around him.
He didn't feel safe.For some reason he didn't feel safe.
He lay on the couch wrapped in a blanket.
He felt scared.
He keep the feelings deep inside him.He didn't want Justin feeling them.
He didn't want Justin to know.
He felt a terror in his soul.
An old terror.


Chapter 35

Wednesday morning started with a tired Michael making an early breakfast for everyone.
He'd slept very little last night.
The phone conversation had been replaying over and over in his head.
He'd thought he'd finally identified the voice.
And who's it was terrified him.
The last few hours of the night he spent staring out the window watching the street.
He hadn't said anything to Nana or Vicky about it, although Vicky had remarked she'd heard the phone ringing.
Michael had quietly said it was a wrong number.
Michael was unusually quiet that morning, both women chalking it up to his missing Justin.
With breakfast out of the way and Vicky hugging Nana goodbye and going off to school, Michael drove Nana to the airport for her return flight home.
They quietly sat waiting for her flight to be boarded.
She'd sensed something was wrong with him,that something was on his mind.
"Everything okay, Michael?"
"Yes, just a lot on my mind.What with going to New York and what happens after."
Nana put her arm around his shoulder.
"You love him, don't you Michael?" She wondered if he was insecure about that again.
"With all my heart, Nana. To think that I will be with him always makes my heart soar.That we're embarking on a life together makes me look forward to the future.But I'm scared."
"Scared, of what?"
Michael looking into her golden eyes.
"I'm scared that something is going to happen.I've been having a strange feeling, a sense of impending doom."
Nana looked at him, now seeing fear deep down in his eyes.
"What's happened, Michael?"
Michael tensed up a little, Nana seeing the tiredness in his eyes.Her grandson hadn't slept all night, she could now tell.Nana now knowing something indeed was wrong.
"Please, Mico.I know something bothering you.You obviously haven't slept all night."
"I got a phone call last night, Nana. It was a threat on my life."
Nana looked at him with shock.
"What? Are you serious?"
"Yes Nana, he said my life was his to take, and he'd make it a painful hurtful end."
Nana hugged him closer. Fear now entered her soul.
"Maybe it's just a crank call, sweetie.Your becoming a celebrity."
"No, Nana, I  finally recognized the voice after thinking about it all night.I'm almost certain who it is."
"Who could do that to you, Michael?"
Michael teared up.
"I think it's Paul."

Paulo Garcia sat looking out of the white sleek private jet's window.Two more hours and he would be in Chicago.
His emerald green eyes scanned the report sitting in his hands.
Michael Tavarro was an exceptional young man.
He looked over the dossier on this young writer.
Graduated first in his class, exceptional marks, full scholarship to a excellent school in Chicago.
He'd written dozens of articles for major U.S. newspapers, and now had a novel on the best sellers list.
Paulo had read the novel yesterday.It was inspirational.If the man was anything like his writing he was indeed remarkable.
He looked at his personal file, his family history.
Raised by his grandmother from age ten, no siblings, parents both deceased.
That one item about his parents humored him.
It made him laugh because he knew it wasn't true.
It had taken them almost twenty years to find Michael, and they now knew the painful truth of his past.
The only missing piece of the puzzle was the whereabouts of Michael's hateful father.
That was one of their greatest concerns, that and Michael's safety.
His father had been released from prison in 2002, seemingly again dissappearing off the face of the earth.
They'd been tracking him longer than Michael.
The reasons for that entirely different.
Michael was their most important concern at the moment.
He was their beacon, the light of hope for the future.
The future of a family entrenched in historical significance.
Their work and members spanning the globe.
He  returned to the dossier.
He read all about the charges Michael had filed against one Paul Richards.
Rape.
Paulo felt a tear in his eye.
This man had endured so much pain.So much hardship.To have gone on in life after such pain was nothing short of remarkable.
At twenty five years of age, Paulo felt a kinship to this man.
He so wanted to meet him, to know him personally.
But for the moment that was impossible.
This was a surveillance mission.
Alberto had demanded that of him.
Paulo was to observe and document.Nothing else unless circumstances changed.
No interaction.
Alberto's reasons were his own.
Paulo though of his loving grandfather.
He loved the man with his heart and soul.He'd raised him since his mother's death at age four.
He was more a father than a grandfather.
He would give his life for him.And on several occasions it had almost come to that.
Paulo's love for his grandfather was unconditional.
He read through all the other information and closed the folders, putting everything away.
He lay back in his seat, closing him eyes.
He'd try to catch a nap before landing.
Then he would be ready, ready to sit and watch.To sit and watch a great man.

Michael looked at his grandmother, her eyes registering shock.Then they changed quickly, filling more with relief.
"That's impossible, Michael."
"Why do you say that, Nana? We don't know where he is, he hasn't been seen in years."
Nana looked at him, as if she was weighing her words.
"What is it Nana?"
"He's dead, Michael."
Michael stared at her, his world zoning in on her last words.
"What are you talking about, how do you know that?"
"Because his mother came to me two years ago, Michael.She came to ask for your forgiveness."
Michael looked at her in severe shock.
Nana put her hands in his.
"She always believed you, Michael.She'd always known that you had been raped by her son.She knew that her son and his friends were guilty of that hurtful crime.But she couldn't speak out, not against her husband and her son.It was her family.I can't hate her for that, I could see the position she was in."
Michael looked down, remember the sweet, wonderful woman Paul's mother had been.She'd been kind to him, loving in fact. He hadn't hated her.
"Her husband died two years ago, Michael.From cancer.She felt she needed to tell me her true feelings.
That's when I found out about Paul.They'd been notified a year earlier that he'd been killed in a  car accident outside of San Francisco, he burned to death in a fiery wreck."
Michael felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if his heart was lighter.
"They flew out to bury him,and also to identify him.They finally identified him by DNA evidence.So it was him, Michael.He is dead."
Nana hugged him, knowing what this meant to him.That he could close that chapter of his life.
The man couldn't hurt him any longer.
Michael hugged her back, kissing her cheek.
"Thank you, Nana. But why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Because I saw you going on with your life, Michael.I didn't want to drag up those memories for you.But after last week,after all you revealed, I knew I had to tell you.To let you finally put this behind you.I'm sorry, Michael.I didn't mean to not tell you."
"It's okay, Nana.I can see your point of view.And yes, now I can go on with my life. Now I believe I can forgive him for what he did to me."
Nana smiled.
They heard the announcement of her flight.
"It's time to go, Nana.You call me when you get in.I love you so much."
They hugged one final time, Nana in tears, Michael not too far behind.
Michael sat and watched her plane leave, feeling better now.
Paul was dead.
He was gone, Michael was finally able to have closure.
"I forgive you Paul.I forgive you for hating me, and for almost destroying me." He said to himself.
His cell phone went off, Michael smiling.
"Hello, Michael here."
"Hey babe, how's my sweet angel. You sound in a better mood."
Michael smiled wider.
"Why wouldn't I be, I'm talking to the love of my life."
Justin smiled.
"So, everything ok, I was worried after last night.No more phone calls?"
Michael realized he couldn't keep this from Justin.He'd promised to be honest with him in all things.
He sat back down in his seat, telling Justin everything he'd done and heard.
Justin was at first worried when Michael told him about not sleeping last night, about his terror and fear.Then when Michael told him about Paul and Nana's story, he somewhat relaxed.
"I'm not overly upset Michael, but you should of called me.I don't like the thought of you being scared.Or the thought of you getting hurt.I don't want to sound happy, but I'm glad that Paul's gone.He can't hurt you anymore.I'm sorry he's dead, but at least you can put this finally behind you."
Michael understood Justin's position.His only concern was for his Michael's safety.
"I'm sorry Jus, I didn't mean to keep you out of this, I'll never do that again."
"Damn straight.You are my life, Michael.You are a part of me.Never keep anything from me, tell me everything."
"I will my love."
"As for this crank caller, thats what it was, Michael.A crank call, nothing more.But if you get any more you let me know.I'll take care of it.We have a good security team."
"My protector, my knight in shining armor."
Justin smiled, but he was serious.He'd do everything in his power to protect him.
"Thats me, I am your hero."
Michael smiled.
"I gotta go, Jus. I am heading to my appointment with Anna.Talk to you later, okay?"
"Will do, Mico. Say hi to her for me."
"I will my love.Love ya."
"Love ya more, sweet cheeks."
Michael laughed.
"Yeah you want my sweet cheeks, or what's between them."
Justin blushed, Michael sensing it over the phone.
"Ain't that the truth, and everything else, babe."
"Later, love."
"Later, babe."
Michael hung up, smiling.
He looked out the window at the runways.
He saw a white sleek private jet landing.
Man, must be nice to have that kind of money, he thought, and smiled.
Maybe someday, maybe someday.
He walked out of the terminal heading for Anna's.

The rest of the week flew by quickly, Michael keeping busy wednesday and thursday with packing stuff.
His appointment with Anna had gone really well.
He told her everything that had happened in the past week including the news about Paul and the phone call.
She talked him through his fears and his feelings, he left feeling a lot better.
And he'd made a new friend in Anna.
She understood his going home with Justin, wishing him luck in his successes.She'd given him a name of a pyscologist in Los Angeles if he needed help again.
She said he was able now to stand on his own two feet, he'd faced his fears and his hopes.
They parted as good friends.
Vicky and he spent a quiet evening just talking and reminiscing.
He hated the thoughts of leaving her behind, telling her, she slapping him quickly.
"Get those thoughts out of your head, pencil dick.I am always here for ya, toots. We can email and chat online like you and Zach do, we'll always still be friends. Plus I can visit, right? Horndog Timberlacking isn't keeping you all to himself."
Michael laughed, kissing her cheek.
"Nope, my friends and family are always welcome.Even my crazy punk loving sister."
That got her crying, that Michael thought of her as his sister.
"We've been through a lot of stuff, Vic.You are my sister, in my soul and in my heart.Same as Zach is my brother."
She hugged him tightly.
They packed up all his books, clothes and stuff. It was all being picked up on friday to be delivered to Justin's home in LA by a shipping company.
Michael's grandfathers desk was also going.
He couldn't part with that piece of his life.
Thursday night found Michael and vicky going to the Devil's Biscuit's concert.
Michael found it loud and almost deafening, Vicky found it awesome.
He'd never seen her so happy and wild.
She never sat down, up dancing and jumping all night, she even got into the mosh pit.
Michael was thunderstuck, she was in heaven.
When the concert was over, they went backstage.
Vicky turned suddenly into a shy reserved woman, Michael almost laughing.They were introduced to the band, Vicky and Michael talking with everyone.
Once they'd gotten to know the guys and they'd found out that Michael was good friends with Justin they really enjoyed themselves.
They ended up going out to a club for some partying.
All in all it had been a fun night for both of them.
They both woke up late friday, Vicky having no classes or work.
They spent the day together, the shipping guys showing up at four.
EVerything was loaded into a crate and sealed for its trip to Los Angeles.
Every night and twice during the day, Justin and Michael talked to each other.They usually spend a couple of hours just camming online, their faces glued to each other.
They were coping as well as could be expected.
Friday night Justin even coaxed Michael into giving him a little strip tease show.
Half way through, his shirt off and standing there in only his boxer briefs dancing, Vicky walked in.
Justin caught her out of the corner of the screen, Justin bursting into laughter.
"Oh, shit, Mikey.Hope your getting paid for that show." Vicky said, a shocked look on her face.
Michael turned two shades of red, Justin bursting  again into a laughing fit.
"Vicky, damn it. Don't you ever knock?" Michael grabbed his shirt throwing it on quickly.
"Man, you've got it bad. You can't even wait two days to give it away."
Vicky was on the bed doubled over in laughter.
"I'll have you know, this is a special request from my lover.Now fuck off." He stared at her.
She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Michael. Your so precious.I'm going to remember this forever.And I'm going to torture you with it for even longer."
She calmed down and sat down at the computer for a few minutes talking with Justin who had calmed down somewhat.
Michael sat down staring at her, finally calming down himself.
Then he started laughing, Vicky turning and looking at him.
They both were laughing now, Michael tickling her, Justin watching from the other end of the country.
He picked up on their closeness, and he picked up on how much Michael was going to miss her.
He'd have to do something about that, make sure she remained a big part of his life.
Justin knew Michael loved her and Zach like siblings.
They were his only family.
Vicky took Michael out for dinner at Vito's saturday night, their final night together.
He walked straight into another surprise party, this a small more intimate one.Vicky, Loren, Christina, Becky and Vito in attendance.
They enjoyed a quiet meal, Becky sitting in Michael's lap most of the night, eventually falling asleep there.
She kept asking if Justin was coming, she had taken to him really well. It made Michael smile.
Michael was able to have a conversation with Christina, not having talked to her since the previous saturday, what with his sudden trip to LA and hectic things that week.
"So, how goes it Christina, hows the new job?"
She looked at Vito and smiled.
"It beyond wonderful, Michael. Vito and Loren are such nice people, everyone here is wonderful.Its more of a family than a job.They are so nice."
Michael smiled, knowing from first hand experience what she meant.
"And what else is going on in your new life?" Michael asked, not wanting to really pry.
Christina smiled a large smile, Michael picking up on her obvious happy mood.
"Zach spent sunday with us before he left late sunday night.He's a really nice guy, Mike.You were right.He is someone special."
Michael winked, Christina blushing.
"Don't worry, Christina, its none of my business."
"Yes, Mike it is.We've been talking all week on the phone and online.We like each other, Mikey.We know we have the distance to deal with but we want to get to know each other."
Michael smiled, happy for his friend and for Christina.
"That's all you can do, take it a day at a time.Learn about each other and let it go its own course."
She hugged him, nothing more needing to be said between them.
The rest of the evening went by with lots of laughter and friendly talk.
At the end of the meal, Michael stood up, asking for a moment's indulgence.
"My friends, I'm not good at speeches so I'll keep it short.I want to toast to friendship and to love.I've received both from all of you, my dear friends and my loving family.For that's what you now are to me.Your part of my family, my family of friends.It's been a hard difficult road for me, there were so many times when I wanted to give up, to just hide somewhere. But all of you,especially you, Vicky and Vito, you took me into your hearts and gave  me so much love.I will always cherish every lasting memory I have of this time here,I love all of you so much."
Michael was practically in tears, Vicky and Loren were bawling, Vito was crying, Christina was wiping tears away.
"So raise your glasses to our friendship, our lasting love and friendship." Michael raised his glass of wine.
"To our friendship." Everyone said together, Vicky hugging Michael after taking her drink.
Michael held her while she cried into his shoulder.
Vito and Loren kissed his cheek,their arms wrapped around his shoulders, Christina smiling at him while Becky hugged his leg.Michael felt like he was being tackled.
"Hey come on, don't damage the merchandise, I have to save this body for Justin."
Everyone laughed, Vicky slapping his ass.
"Timberlake can have it.It's going to flab anyway." She smirked.
Michael stuck his tongue out at her, making Becky laugh.
He winked at her, and started laughing himself.
They finished the evening hugging each other, Michael hating to say goodbye.
"I am not going to say goodbye.This isn't an ending, it's a beginning. A beginning of a new adventure for me and all of you will be along for the ride."
Everyone found Michael's words moving and full of truth.
They parted as friends.
The rest of the night Michael spent with Vicky.
Two friends  enjoying each other's company.
Sunday morning rose with Michael up and eager to get going.
His Justin needed him.
He could sense Justin's anxiousness.The boy was chomping at the bit to get to New York.
Michael had talked to him last night, Justin's plane arrived later at six thirty in the evening.Michael's wasn't suppose to be in until nine p.m.
Zach was going to pick Justin up at the airport.
Michael had made plans with Zach, special plans.
Vicky drove him to the airport, both unsure what to say to each other at the final moment.
They looked at each other with love and friendship.
"It's been a blast, pencil dick." Vicky said, a large smile on her face.
"Been a real joyride, tramp." Michael smirked.
God how he'd miss this sassy banter.
The looked at each other, both sensing a kind of finality, but not wanting to say it.
Michael couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed her in a tight hug, his tears flowing, practically sobbing, she crying also.
"Oh, god, Vicky.I'm going to miss you so much."
"Me too, Mikey. Who's going to give me crap and drive me crazy.I'll miss you too."
They had to break apart finally, Michael last boarding call announced.
"A heartbeat will be all it takes for me to be at your side for anything, Michael." Vicky said, kissing him goodbye.
He was speechless, here at this final goodbye he couldn't say anything.
She smiled, knowing that was enough.
"Goodbye, Michael."
They hugged, Vicky watching him until he dissappeared onto the plane.
Neither one saw the young man walking twenty yards behind him, the man with the emerald eyes.

Michael's plane landed on time, at twelve noon. Michael had lied to Justin. A smiling Zach waving to him as he exited the plane.
They hugged each other, friends united again.
"How ya doing, bud." Zach smiled his brightest smile.
"Sorry Zacky, she's not with me, I had to leave her in Chicago." Michael smirked.
Zach stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Oh, god, he's speechless.You are in love." Michael laughed.
Zach blushed, grabbing Michael's carryon.
"God, this is going to be such a twisted week.At least I won't have to sleep with your ugly boyfriend every night.EWWWWW!"
Michael smacked him on the side of the head.
"Hey, Mikey, that hurt!"
"You forget, I learned that from Vicky.Payback is a bitch."
Zach laughed, ushering Michael over to luggage pickup.
Within twenty minutes they were off and heading to Zach's condo.
He live in lower manhattan, his condo in a modest but clean building.
He showed Michael around, he'd done some renovating.
"Looks great, Zacky."
"Yes, it cost a lot but it's the way I wanted it."
Zach took him into the kitchen showing him what Michael had asked him to pick up.
Everything was all together, Michael would spend the next three hours getting everything ready.
He knew Justin would be dissappointed that he didn't get to meet Michael at the airport.He'd actually lied to him, a little white lie.
He'd told him his own flight didn't get into New York until nine.
He wanted this to be a surprise.He even told Lonnie about it, so he was all prepared to spend the evening alone with his Justin.
Lonnie thought it was fantastic.
Zach helped Michael get as much of the difficult stuff done as he could.He left at five heading to the airport again.
Michael told him he owed him big, Zach brushing him off.
"For true love, there is no better cause." He smiled.
Michael hugged him.
Zach arrived at five fifty, ten minutes before Justin landed.
He waited for him and Lonnie at the lounge.
Justin waved to him, running at him full steam, tackling him to the ground.
"Hi, Zacky.Hows the old man doing."
Zach laughed, pulling Justin into a headlock.
"The old man's doing fine." He proceeded to give him a friendly head burn.
Justin yelped.
"So who you calling old? Better not be me." Zach laughed.
Lonnie just stood by laughing also.
"Okay, Okay.Geez, your as bad as Michael, always having to prove a point."
An hour later they arrived at Zach's building.
Zach helped Justin carry a couple of bags upstairs.
"Geez, Justin, staying here for a month?"
Justin smiled, laughing at him.
"Hey, I like to have lots of clothes available to look sexy for Michael."
Zach sensed Michael would have to deal with this a lot, Justin was high maintenance.
They'd left more bags in the car, Lonnie going to take them to their hotel room downtown.
For all intense purposes Justin would be registered in at that hotel, but he would be spending most nights at Zach's with Michael.
"So, tell me, how much time do we have until we have to go back and pick Mikey up?" Justin asked once they were in the elevator.
"I have to leave, unfortunately, Justin. Michael will take a cab here.You just stay here, okay."
Justin raised an eyebrow, not liking that Michael wouldn't be met by anyone at the airport.
Lonnie looked at Justin, then at Zach.
"I'll take the bags down to the hotel,no use in you going."
"Okay, then." Justin not liking being left alone here either.
They got off the elevator, walking down a brightly lit corridor.
There were four condo's on each floor.
Zach walked quickly ahead of them, down to the end of the hall, unlocking his front door.
"Well this is it, make yourself at home Justin.I'll be back sometime later.Take care."
Zach turned walking away, Lonnie following him.
Justin just stood there watching them leave him all alone.He felt like he was being abandoned.
He stood there in the hallway for a moment until they both got in the elevator, turning to look at him.They both waved at him, both with wide grins on their faces.
Justin just shook his head, picking up his bags and turning the knob on the door.
He walked into a  white wonderland of love.
Everything in the room was covered in white. All the furniture, all the  walls, the floor, everything.It was almost blinding.
Justin stood in awe, looking around.
In the middle of the room was a table, covered in white, with two white chairs.
A bottle of white wine sat in a white ice bucket,beside two white glasses.
A  white vase sat in the middle containing a blue rose and a golden yellow one.
He focus on this one splash of color.
Instantly music began to play.He recognized the song.
it was "Tonight I celebrate my love for you".
The soft music played while Justin focused on a movement at the end of the room.
Michael walked through a doorway, completely dressed in white.
He had on a white shirt, white pants, a white tie and a white jacket.
Justin breath caught in his throat, he stood in wonder looking at the man he loved.
Michael slowly crossed the room,standing in front of his lover.
To Justin it was as if he were an angel walking across heaven's clouds.
Michael looked deeply into Justin's moist blue pools of love.Justin heart sank deep into Michael's golden eyes.
Michael put both his hands in Justin's, holding onto him.
"Behold the whiteness of heaven, Jus. Every moment I have been with you has been heaven for me.You have made me feel pure of heart and soul."
Tears formed in Justin's eyes.
"I come to you now on this special night, this first night of this new beginning, dressed in white.
To me this color symbolizes our clear, unblemished love. Both our souls are free, clean and pure. Our hearts beat as one, we are united in everything now.Body and soul."
Justin hugged Michael to him, overcome by the love radiating off this beautiful angel.
He cried into Michael's shoulder, Michael holding him close.
"From this day and until the end of time, I will forever remain yours.I will forever be Justin's angel."
Justin sobbed into Michael's shoulder, all this finally sinking deep into his heart.
Michael was his now, forever.
Justin looked up into Michael's tearing eyes, their lips meeting as one.
This kiss, this first true kiss of togetherness, sent their souls souring into each other.
They kissed long and deeply, their hands wandering across their bodies, seeking their centers of desire, Michael's ending on Justin's right nipple, Justin's on Michael's left.
"You will always be my angel, my love.In my heart and my soul." Justin said his voice deep with emotion.
"Did I surprise you, Jus?" Michael's own voice deeper.
He hadn't expected this, this surprising show of Michael's love.
"God yes, Mico. Its so beautiful and emotional."
Michael kissed him lightly.
"Welcome to the grand adventure."
Justin smiled, his own words sounding so beautiful when they left Michael's soft lips.
Michael walked him over to the table, pouring them both a glass of white wine.
"I'm sorry I lied to you, my plane got in around noon actually. I spent all day setting this up, I wanted to show you what this day means to me."
Justin put his hand against Michael's cheek.
"You've made it a day I'll never forget, Mico, my angel."
Michael handed Justin his glass, Michael picking up his own.
"This day will alway be in my heart, Jus.If you'll agree with me, I want this to be our anniversary date. The day we  jointly committed our lives together, our souls and heart together as one.
Most people celebrate the day they met or the day they married, for us I wanted it to be mean something more, something special.
Because we are different, Jus.
We are two parts of the same soul, one heart together in love."
Justin's eyes were so full of tears, the words Michael said refected the feelings he felt at this tender moment in time.
"I agree with all of my half of this one heart."
He clinked his glass against Michael's.
"To today, to tomorrow and for always."
They both drank the sweet wine, putting the glasses down.
"Could I have this dance, my love." Michael asked, putting his hand out to Justin.
Justin looked around the room, seeing no one.
"Looks like I'll have to settle for you."
Michael laughing, this bringing back memories of their last special night together, before Justin had left.
"You can always dance with yourself, but I don't think you'd enjoy playing with yourself."
Justin laughed.
"You got that right, I love playing with my man."
Michael smiled the biggest smile Justin had every seen him smile.
Justin felt at that moment that Michael was truly the happiest he'd ever been in his troubled life.
Michael spun him around dancing to an upbeat melody that played over the speakers.
"God, Jus. I never thought I'd ever be this happy.And I owe it all to you, my love."
Justin laughed at Michael newfound burst of happiness, his eyes never leaving the golden orbs in front of him.
Then he saw Michael stop and stare at him.
"I love you, Jus. I plan on saying that to you every morning when I wake up to stare in your beautiful blue eyes, and every night when I lay my head on your beautiful smooth chest."
Justin kissed him again, their bodies together again, closeness complete.
They slowly danced to softer music,Michael laying his head on his chest.
"Michael, this night means so much to me, its so beautiful. If this is a sign of the happiness and love we will have, this indeed will be the greatest adventure of my life."
Michael smiled up at him, stopping briefly to hit the remote on the stereo.
A different melody started playing over the speaker, Justin not identifying the song.
"I wrote this yesterday morning, Justin.Its the music of my heart, thats where it comes from."
Justin stopped, surprise registering on his face.He stood and listened to the soft piano music, the rhythm and tempo so moving.He became lost in the music, it was as if he could feel Michael's soul and heart bursting forth from every bridge and bar.
"My god, Michael, thats so beatiful, it's like it has a heart of its own.You have to play that for Josh, it will blow him away."
Michael blushed, not thinking it was that phenominal, but didn't say anything, all that mattered to him was that his love liked it.
"Thanks, Jus. That means a lot to me."
Justin smiled and kissed him again.
"Sit down lover, I have supper ready for us."
Justin grinned sitting down at the table in a white plush chair.
Michael returned from the kitchen with a wonderful dinner for both of them.
They sat there talking, touching and feeding each other.
"Zach is staying at the hotel with Lonnie tonight.Lonnie talked to Lorne Michael's, your first meeting with Saturday Night Live has been moved up till three tomorrow afternoon, instead of nine tomorrow morning.We have the whole night to ourselves and tomorrow morning."
Justin beamed a large grin.
"Mico, you've done all this for me?"
"I did it for both of us, Jus.For our love."
Justin got up and sat down in Michael's lap, kissing him.
"Babe, as much as I love this, you're going on a diet.You weigh a ton."
Justin laughed, tweeking his nipples through his shirt, Michael feeling a desire growing in his lower regions.
"Jus, I want this night to be just us, just you and I and our love.Do you mind if we just cuddle and kiss all evening.I love you and I want you to make love to me every day of our lives, but tonight I just want to hold you, to kiss you and tell you that I love you. I think that would make it more special."
Justin looked into Michael's golden eyes, and looked down quickly.
"It's like you can read my mind, Mico. I was thinking the same thing.I too love when we make love, but being here with each other like this, close and tender would make this evening the best."
Michael smiled a sweet smile at him, kissing him again.
Michael got Justin up, dissappearing back into the kitchen.He returned with a big bowl of cherries and strawberries and a bowl of chocolate sauce.
He set it down on the coffee table, the walked back to grab the wine bottle.
Justin carried their glasses over to the coffee table.
They moved over onto the white cloth covered sofa, Michael sitting down and directing Justin to lay down on the couch, relaxing his head in Michael's lap.
Michael leaned over grabbing a strawberrie and dipping it in the chocolate.He fed it to Justin.
And so they lay there, talking to each other, touching, kissing and being together.
They switched positions later, Michael's head in Justin's lap.
They talked about everything, their future, their dreams, their desires.
This was a night of love, tenderness and  beginnings.
Their love was stronger that it had ever had been.
And in time it would have to be even stronger.


End of Chapter 35

I thought up the romantic evening that ended this chapter after four hours of listening to sad love songs.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
Well its been almost three months of writing and the story has progressed two weeks.
Hopefully the pace will pick up.
Please let me know what you thought of my idea of the white heaven night.
I found it kind of inspirational.
It tied in with the angel theme nicely.

Thanks for all the encouragement, so much more to tell.

Angel.