Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 17:56:47 -0800 (PST) From: Author James Subject: Tales of a Real Dark Knight Chapter 15 Disclaimer: This story, though maybe not in this chapter but in subsequent chapters, will have celebrities in it. I have no knowledge of their sexuality and this is not intended to imply their sexuality. This is all from my own mind. Scary!! People actually get a glimpse into my mind!!! Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry. Copyright Paramount Studios. I don't know for sure if I will use all the above elements, but just in case, I have myself covered. In this story, which has been floating around in my head most of my life, you will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal. I hope you all enjoy this. I appreciate any feedback that you may want to give. This story doesn't deal so much with sex, sex, sex, but more of my feelings that I struggled with and am starting to come to terms with. Part of his background is mine. I do hope that you enjoy it!!! jmsotc@yahoo.com Personal Note: The story line with David Gallagher and Michael Cuccione will continue, and you can probably figure out the outcome. Remember earlier I stated that David Gallagher's storyline would greatly affect Eric. I'm sure you can guess now what it will be that will affect him. Chapter 15 A History and Mystery Concerning Justin I arrived at the hotel feeling tired from my busy day. But also feeling content at the prospect of a career I had always wanted, as well as getting to know Jessica's Watcher. I went straight to the bank of elevators and up to Justin's floor. I found the guys sitting in the living room talking, however, as soon as I walked in, Lance got up and left. I wondered if he was mad at me, but I couldn't figure out why. Justin greeted me with a kiss. It was nice to have that to go home to, even though I wasn't at home. "I'm happy to see you." "I'm happy to see you, too. So, what did you guys do today?" "Lot's of choreography today. I'm so sore!" "Want a massage?" I offered. Justin's eyebrows went up as a smile flashed across his face. "Are you serious?" "Sure." "Come on," he said, grabbing my hand and dragging me to his room. Once inside, he closed the door and began to disrobe. "What are you doing? This is a massage, not foreplay." "Hey, you have your ideas about foreplay, I have mine," he said with a grin. "I just want to get comfortable and give you access to all of me." "Hmm, that's what you say." We both laughed. Justin stripped down to his boxers, pulled back his blankets on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I got on my knees and, grabbing a bottle of lotion from off his bathroom shelf, began at his shoulders massaging. "Mmm, that feels good." "I'm glad you are enjoying this." "And you're not?" "I didn't say that," I answered with a huge grin on my face. "Actually, I've always wanted to do this." "Get your hands on my body?" "Let's not talk about my fantasies, shall we?" We both chuckled. "I've always wanted someone to take care of. And who would take care of me. So many nights I would lay in bed wishing that someone were there with me just to hold me, or me hold him. Many times I dreamed it was you." "That is so sweet of you to say." "It's true." My mind began to wander back to when I had just come to terms with my sexuality. It was such a struggle, and it should not have been. But religion and society programmed what everyone should think. Movies also play a major role, that's why it's so important that people act responsibly. I'm not saying censor everything, that only nice movies should be made. I am saying parents need to teach their children reality. Other people are out there, people who are different religions, races, cultures and sexual orientations. Some of these we choose, some we do not. Hate, fear and ignorance should be something we all fight to destroy, not the people who are different. I also thought of some of the guys I talked to online but never had the guts to meet in person. One guy talked with me every night on the computer and started calling me "boyfriend". He was such a nice guy, but I didn't know him well enough to be boyfriends with him. It's a shame because it could have been wonderful. But there is the difference in people. Some get involved quickly in relationships and others take their time to get to know the person. Those that jump into a relationship must be careful. You can get hurt very easy in a situation like that. I've seen others do it. I would rather get to know the person first. A plus for me: because I did that, I'm now sitting on Justin Timberlake's hotel bed with him lying in his boxers on the bed and me massaging his legs. I listened to Justin breathing and could tell he fell asleep. I covered him up and left the room. In the living room, Lance sat in the dark looking out the window at the sky. "Nice night," I said letting him know I was present. "Sure is," he replied. I sat down on the couch next to him and looked out the window. "Is something bothering you, Lance?" "What do you mean?" "Ever since Justin and I started seeing each other, you have gotten very distant with me. I remember how friendly you were before then. Did I do something wrong?" "No." "Then what is it?" "I don't know...I guess it's just seeing how things have changed. It's weird." "Like what? What's changed?" "Justin, for starters." This peaked my interest. "In what way?" "Well, none of us ever guessed he was gay. He always dated girls and enjoyed their company. In fact, when I was worrying about if or when to tell the guys that I was gay, I felt that he would be the one who would have the hardest time with it. He didn't really say he hated gay people, but he would crack jokes once in a while that clued me in to his feelings. And the fact that he and Britney were engaged to be married...well. Then, we met Turic and everything changed. "Tell me about what happened? How did you guys meet Turic?" "We met him at one of our concerts. During the intermission, he came back to our dressing room. He said it was by accident, but...I don't know. I didn't really trust him. He seemed real nice, but something about him bothered me. Now I know why. We invited him to meet us after the concert. When I came back from the showers, I caught him talking in a weird language and holding a picture of Justin. I couldn't figure out what he was doing or why. "After that, Justin broke off the engagement with Britney and Justin and Turic got real close real quick. It's almost like one of those 'love at first sight' instances, like being struck by lightning. Two days later, Justin came out to us. That surprised us, but gave me the confidence I needed to come out. In a strange way, Turic was what I needed to come out to my best friends. "Justin and Turic's relationship moved very rapidly. Turic would spend almost every night all night. I thought they were moving way too fast. Justin would have scratches on his chest and back the morning after. I knew what they were doing. We all knew. Turic was just plain rough, almost like an animal. And now we know that he's worse than an animal. He's a demon." "Did any of you express your concerns to Justin about this?" "JC tried. Justin just dismissed it as Turic liking kinky sex. But why would you want to be so rough with your partner that you would want to hurt them? How could anyone hurt someone they love physically like that? "The rest, you know." "I'm surprised you guys kept your sanity." "That's where Joshua came in. He and JC are good friends. He helped us cope with what was going on. He said that if Justin wanted Turic to do those things, it was okay. Just so long as it didn't turn into abuse. He told us to look for signs of personality change, withdrawal and stuff like that. The only change in personality was right after our first meeting with Turic." Suddenly someone talking very loudly, almost in distress interrupted us. Lance and I both recognized it was coming from Justin's room. We sprinted there. Lance flung the door open to see Justin tossing and turning crying out in his sleep. "No! Get...get away!" "He's having a nightmare!" I exclaimed. "He hasn't had them since Turic left." I wanted to ask more about this, but it wasn't the time. My boyfriend was in distress. I rushed to his side and tried to keep him from falling out of the bed. His body was thrashing about. "Justin," I said trying to wake him without startling him. "Justin." "It's no good. We couldn't wake him up before." "Then how did you get them to stop?" "Only Turic could make the dreams stop." "What?" Something inside me became even uneasier about Turic. Only he could stop the nightmares? Then I remembered Lance saying he walked in on Turic saying foreign words and holding Justin's picture. Could he be the cause of the nightmares? Did he give Justin the nightmares just to be a 'hero' to Justin? I wanted to know the answer but didn't have time to search for them. Not at the moment anyway. I had other things to attend to. What could I do to stop the nightmare? Or to wake him up without scaring him? I remember when I was younger and working at a preschool and we had a little boy who had nightmares. I did something that was probably not appropriate for the school but it stopped the boy's nightmares. I prayed over him. So that's what I did in this case. "In the name of Jesus," I prayed, and, with all the faith I had in God, I commanded the spirits to stop, to leave him alone. Slowly, he quieted. He eased back into a restful sleep. Lance looked over at me. I looked at him and we both felt relief. I went to the balcony and made sure the door was secure. Then we returned to the living room. "How did you do that?" he asked. "Do what?" "Make his nightmare cease?" "Oh." I relayed the story of the little boy with nightmares to Lance. He looked at me dumbfounded, not believing me. "I don't think I understand." "It's not surprising. At first, I didn't understand." "Could you help me understand?" "Sure. I'll try. You see there are forces that work on earth that most people don't believe exists. Turic is a good example of that. And people believe in Jesus Christ, but don't realize what all He brought for mankind. He brought power over the devil and all his minions. And He made it available for us to use against the devil. It's a war out there. Sadly most of humanity has blinded themselves to it." "Interesting." I looked over at the clock and noticed the time. It didn't seem as late as it was. It was well after midnight. "I should go. It's very late." "I should turn in, too. It's been a busy day and we have much more to do tomorrow." "Good night, Lance. Take it easy." "You, too, Eric." I left tired but alert. I didn't want to know all this information about Justin's relationship with Turic, but it was good that I knew. I could now look for signs of emotional harm done to my boyfriend. With how we've been though, he hadn't shown any signs of emotional damage, but who would know until he and I became sexually active. And I would hate to get sexually active and bring old hurt feelings to the surface. It wouldn't do much good to Justin. As I walked home, I kept thinking of Justin's nightmares and what Lance said. "Only Turic could make them stop." And the fact that Turic was holding a picture of Justin and saying foreign words, I had to go see someone who might be able to help. So I suited back up and returned to Garrett's. "What are you doing here?" Garrett asked me. "It's 1:00 in the morning." "I know. But I need your help." "With what?" "Can I come in?" "Yes, yes. Of course." I entered and Garrett took me to his living room, which was gorgeous considering this was a mansion. "Now, what is the problem?" I told him what had happened with Justin. From Turic to the nightmares to what Lance said about the picture and foreign language. "What do you think it could be?" "My God. I don't believe it!" "You better believe it because I just battled with it!" "Your friend is under a spell." To Be Continued... This one is a little bit shorter than the others. But I wanted this chapter to end here to keep the suspense going. I hope you enjoy it. In the bedroom scene with Justin and Eric, I almost had Justin completely naked, but it isn't the right time yet for them to get physical, and I highly doubt I will get erotic when they do. Also, I mention in here a bit about God and Jesus Christ and such. If you have any questions, comments, etc, concerning it, I would be most happy to email you about the subject. And I hope you are not offended by the topic. Comments about anything and everything are always welcome and appreciated! Please share with me things that seem similar or different, or questions you have about things expressed in these chapters. I would love to hear from you!