Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 23:27:03 -0500
From: Lightwind17@mindspring.com
Subject: Wishes of the Heart, chapter 6

	Hey there everybody. It's me again and probably even later than
usual. However...I GOT MY COMPUTER!! This means, to those that like this
story, that I may actually get these out faster than once ever 4 - 5
weeks. I am thrilled beyond belief, and wanna know the sad part? I'm
thrilled beyond belief. Oh well.
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basis in real life other than that the people in it, those in the bands
anyway, are real. Anything they do or say in this story however has no
basis in reality. Now, on to the story, hope you enjoy it, if you do email
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Lance's Hotel room

	Lance looked at Jc with complete and total shock still on his
face. One of his best friends had just asked him to have sex. However not
sex with just Jc, sex with Jc and Alec at the same time. A threesome.
	Lance couldn't deny it. He was intrigued. He had his eyes scan
Alec's body, which was visible through the thin vest he constantly wore,
and he could feel his mouth water, and his dick harden at the sight.
	His eyes then turned to Jc. Lance had entertained many fantasies
about Jc over the years, and here Jc was, willing to make those fantasies,
and wishes come true in ways he hadn't even imagined.
	He then turned his attention back to Alec and looked into those
crystal clear blue eyes. The conversation that he and Jc had had with Alec
ran back through his mind once more.
	This had started as such a simple thing. Jc had wanted Alec to go
to Justin and try to make him feel better, and not afraid. But somehow it
had turned into a discussion of morality, right and wrong, slavery, and
eventually sex.
	Lance stood and walked over to the window that overlooked the busy
streets of Charlotte, North Carolina. He looked at all those little dolls
that he knew were people scurrying about in their everyday, normal
lives. He watched the toy cars drive through the streets at various speeds,
with people eager to get to where it was that they were going, and then he
looked back at Jc and Alec.
	He opened his mouth to say "Yes," when something unusual in Jc's
eyes caught his attention. What he saw there was the total absence of
thought. There was nothing else there except for pure raw lust. He also
noticed that Jc hadn't turned his attention from Alec for a moment in the
past few minutes after Lance had stood up. Normally Jc would have asked if
Lance was ok, however Jc it seemed, hadn't even noticed.
	Lance crept closer to the pair, still watching Jc's eyes. They were
firmly fixed on Alec, and now that he was closer, Lance could tell the
direction Jc's eyes were looking. They didn't go higher than Alec's throat,
and would often stop for a bit on Alec's crotch.
	"Alec," Jc asked, " how big is your dick?"
	Alec turned to Jc with a smile on his face.
	"I could be cute and say it's as large as you wish it, but for all
intents and purposes I don't know. I've never had anyone that wished to
measure it; they simply wanted to use it."
	"I'll measure it for you."
	Jc's eyes, Lance noticed, seemed even more glazed with lust than
they had been a moment before. Lance quickly looked at Alec, accusation in
his eyes, and a quiet fury in his voice, the kind that grabs the attention
of anyone that knows Lance. Lance's voice is normally soft, and filled with
what could only be called a smile. This tone however seemed as harsh as
fingers over a chalkboard, and just as impossible to ignore.
	"What did you do to him?"
	Alec's head snapped to Lance in surprise. Though he was used to
being talked to like a servant, and treated like a slave, the tone that was
in Lance's voice, he could feel, was not a part of Lance's normal tones.
	"What do you mean?"
	"What did you to him? That's what I fucking mean! You fucking
hypnotized him or something. I heard your voice being odd before, and I
felt something, but I wasn't sure what. Now I know!"
	Alec's voice took on a soothing quality, meant to calm the irate
young man's temper.
	"Lance, I told you all that I would be able to enter your minds to
be able to serve you better. Jc is horny. He apparently did have sex last
night, but is still horny. I think it's just that he's young and male;
horniness always seems to go hand in hand with that combination. I could
feel him near the end there trying to figure out how to broach the
subject. I thought I'd help him along."
	Such was Lance's anger at Alec's actions, that the 'soothing spell'
bounced right off of him. Lance's eyes were as hard at agates. For the
first time in longer than he could remember, Alec felt surprise. Not only
was the "unflappable" Lance quite "flapped," but Lance had also deflected
his attempt to soothe him.
	 "Alec! You can't just casually violate someone's mind. You
yourself said that as a slave your mind isn't your own, you can't say that,
like those slaves that are, were, human. You above all people I would think
would understand this. You just robbed Jc of his basic rights as a human
being and took away his right to his own mind!"
	Alec was taken aback. Not only at the furious tone in Lance's
voice, but also at the very words he had said. Had he in fact made Jc a
slave? He had done nothing more than make it easier for Jc to do what he
had wanted to do. Hadn't he? Had he however truly violated Jc's mind?
	Alec looked at Lance's furious expression and than back at Jc's
lust glazed eyes. Eyes that lacked anything even remotely resembling
thought of any kind. Alec could feel the lust radiating off of Jc in
palpable waves, his whole being was concerned only with sexual
gratification.
	And Alec knew that he had done it to him.
	With a cry that had Lance covering his eardrums, Alec slashed at
the air, breaking the lust spell on Jc. There was a flash of light that
originated in Jc's eyes. A light that was blue in color, that was there and
gone almost before Lance had the ability to recognize it.
	Jc slumped on the couch, and would have fallen had not Lance caught
him.
	"What did you do to him?"
	Alec sighed.
	"The spell wasn't meant to be shattered. It was meant to fade away
into nothingness once it had run its course. When he wakes, tell him I'm
sorry. He should sleep for a few hours."
	At that he stood up and started to walk to the door.
	"Where are you going?" Lance asked in puzzlement.
	"I'm going to go find Justin and see if I can make him feel
better. Not only do I owe Jc that much, I believe I owe him, Justin, that
as well."
	As Alec turned to walk out he was halted by Lance's call.
	"Alec, if you are going to go outside, you may want to put on some
real clothes. Justin may or may not still be in Jc's room, and either way
we can't have someone seeing you dressed like that."
	"What would you suggest?"
	Lance grinned a bit at the thought of dressing Alec.
	Alec cocked his head to the side as an image of himself appeared in
Lance's mind. He snapped his fingers and little points of light ran all
over his body, his vest evaporated and was replaced with a silk shirt of a
deep vibrant blue, and with black jeans that hugged the contours of his
body like a glove. He felt something weird about his feet and looked down
to see shoes. What a novel experience this was going to be.
	"How do I look?"
	When he received no response he looked up to see Lance staring at
him, his mouth hanging open in shock. He judged from Lance's expression
that he was suitably attired.
	"Lance? Lance!"
	Lance shook his head, and snapped his mouth shut. The dark blue
shirt accentuated his tan skin, brought out those gorgeous eyes, and made
his hair seem like liquid sunlight. The jeans not only aided in that, but
also hugged his body in all the right places.
	"You...you look...you look good. No...you look HOT!"
	"Then I take that as a compliment, and shall now go searching for
Justin. The mortal way, on foot."
	He turned and walked out the door. Lance noticed however that he
had failed to open the door first; he had simply walked through it.
	"Looks like you may need some practice on the 'mortal way'."
	Lance shook his head, bent down and adjusted Jc so he was more
comfortable on the couch.

An Italian restaurant

	Though neither large nor 'posh' the restaurant that Brian took
Justin to was absolutely perfect. The food was absolutely exquisite, and
Justin found himself tempted to order more food simply to taste it, and
experience that he hadn't had in a long time.
	"Jesus Brian, where on earth did you find this place?"
	"I found it right here Just. That's where."
	Justin groaned at the terrible joke, and mock threatened Brian with
his fork if he ever told another joke that was that bad.
	"Anyway, about a year ago I was just walking around and got
hungry. I was about to hail a cab and go back to the hotel when I smelled
this absolutely wonderful aroma coming from the restaurant. I walked up
closer and saw that it was an Italian restaurant. Figuring 'what the heck,'
I went in.
	"Let me tell you Justin. They gave me the star treatment. However
they didn't give me that treatment cause of who I was, they gave it to me
simply because I was a customer. The waitress was very attentive, the
atmosphere was so perfect I expected to leave the restaurant and find
myself in Rome, that's how great it was. And it hasn't changed."
	Justin looked around and was forced to agree. Since the moment they
had entered everyone had been very nice. There drinks were brought to the
table as soon as they emptied them. There was a soft kind of music playing
that was delicate, soft, audible, and absolutely not intrusive. Justin sat
and listened for a while and realized that it was a violin, however he was
unable to recognize the song. That was more of Jc's area than his.
	Brian just smiled as he saw Justin look around get lost in the
spell of the place. Brian could see it working it's magic on the young
blond, much as it had on him. They weren't in this area often, but whenever
they were, Brian made it a point to come here, as the place always served
to allow him to forget he was a BackStreet boy. It allowed him to just
think of himself as a normal regular guy, and if the people here knew he
was, they never let on.
	"So Justin, why exactly were you in Jc's room? Are you two...?"
	Justin looked at Brian in confusion for a moment before
understanding dawned in his eyes. He quickly shook his head.
	"No. No, no, no, no. Josh and me are just really good friends. He's
always been the person I run to when I have a problem. He always makes me
feel better. Never makes me feel like a child, and just seems to always
know what to say to make me feel better."
	Brian sat back in his seat sipping at his water looking at
Justin. He weighed the possible consequences of asking Justin exactly why
he had run to Jc. He sighed and realized that it would bother him for a
while if he didn't find out. He wasn't exactly nosy, but he was concerned
at the momentary flash of pain he had seen in Justin's eyes.
	"Justin, what happened that you had to run to Jc for comfort?"
	Justin looked back at Brian and almost started crying again at the
memory of those eyes, that voice, and the feelings of total animosity that
had come from Alec.
	"Alec happened."
	Justin looked at Brian and realized that he was going to have to
explain exactly what he meant by that statement.
	"You were there when I interrupted Alec earlier right?"
	At Brian's nod Justin continued.
	"Well when I did that Alec got rather pissed. And I could feel how
pissed he got. I'm not talking I knew he was mad I could feel it! I could
feel his anger. It seemed to make the very air vibrate or something.  And
his eyes, I could have sworn that at any moment they were going to like
shoot these rays out like Cyclops from the X-men. I could feel myself like
standing on the brink, about to die in that gaze..."
	Brian immediately stood up and went over to Justin. He pulled him
into a tight hug as he sobbed softly into Brian's chest. Brian in that
moment hated Alec for everything he had done to Justin.

Nick

	As Nick pulled his head up from the most recent lap he had been in
he sighed. He had been here for about two hours, and had blown about 5 guys
in that time.
	His most recent 'customer' was at the moment busy putting his dick
back in his pants. He than stood up, muttered a quick "thanks" and than
left. Nick sighed and slid a bit farther down into the seat, and turned his
attention back to the movie.
	This was not the same one that had been running when he had come
into the theatre a couple of hours before. This one had guys that would
look better in the 'before' section of a commercial advertising...anything.
	Someone sitting in the row behind him again diverted his
attention. He looked back at the guy, and he looked about average, no worse
than some of the others, but not the best looking of the bunch either. Nick
wanted to leave, but something about the fact that a guy was sitting behind
him, a guy that wanted a blowjob from him, made leaving an impossible
action. Standing up he walked out his row, down the other one and sat next
to the guy.
	He reached his hand over and began to massage the guy's thigh, and
slowly move his hand up to the guy's crotch. As an answer the guy reached
down and unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick.
	Looking at it Nick sighed. This would be Mr. Anonymous number
6. Nick bent down to take it into his mouth, when the man stopped him.
	"Hey son. I've been watching you for the past two hours. Ever since
your tight ass came into this place. You've been having a busy night
haven't ya?"
	Nick, not knowing what was going on, cautiously nodded his
head. When he did he felt the man's hand slide down his back and begin to
rub his ass through his jeans.
	"Your jaw must be tired eh?"
	Nick once again nodded. At this nod the hand slid down his pants
and began to massage his ass cheeks in a way that had Nick moaning softly
in seconds.
	"I want to fuck that ass of yours."
	Nick's eyes flew open as he looked at the man. The one thing he had
never done was anal. He was a slut yes, and he gave blowjobs at the drop of
a hat, but he hadn't let anyone, and he meant anyone, fuck him.
	"No. I'll blow you if you want, but no fucking. I don't do that."
	"Aw come on kid. You are so hot. I want to fuck your ass. I can
feel how tight it is, and I can see you want it."
	"I said no. You want a blowjob, I have no problems, but I don't get
fucked."
	"So you are a virgin? Even better. I want to bust your cherry. I'll
slide it in real slow, gentle as can be, until you are thrashing around on
the ground in ecstasy."
	Nick reached back and pulled the stranger's hand out of the back of
his pants.
	"Look I said no, and I meant no. Now get away from me."
	"Look you little tease, I'm not leaving until I get my dick up your
ass. Now why don't you be a good little boy and come with me down
front. More room down there."
	"For the last time no. If you won't leave, than I will."
	Nick stood quickly to leave, however the man grabbed his arm and
pulled him back down into the seat.
	"Listen you little shit. You think you are too good for me, is that
it? Well guess again. I've busted cherries of people younger than you, and
a lot more uppity. Now are you going to come calmly down to the front or am
I going to fucking drag you?"
	Nick looked around quickly. He couldn't see anyone else in the
theatre. He realized that the darkness hid what was going on, and he
couldn't see if there was anyone on the sides or in the middle.
	He also realized something else. Something he hadn't noticed when
he sat down. This guy stank. Not the stink of not taking a shower, but a
stink that was far worse. He stank of alcohol. His breath was saturated in
the awful smell.
	Nick's eyes widened in fear at his situation. If he called out, and
there wasn't anyone here, or no one answered, he would make the situation
worse. Yet if he didn't get out of here, he would not be happy with the
consequences.
	"Well kid. Which do you prefer? Either way, I'm fucking you. Now,
which do you wish?"
	Nick looked at the guy with tears in his eyes. There was no way
out. He figured however, that if he was going to be fucked no matter what,
he might as well not just give up and let the guy do what he wanted without
a fight of some kind.
	"I wish I could just leave here right now, and your pasty ass got
used by any guy that wanted to!"
	Snap!


	As my friend Cassie said "Evil!" She doesn't like cliffhangers. Has
this attention thing or something. In that she doesn't have a long span of
it. However this wonderful girl has agreed to be my editor! I am SO
thrilled as the girl is like on genius level, though if you ever talked to
her she'd try to make you think she wasn't. However she is. So nah!
	Anyway, how was it? To much? Not enough? I hope it was good, cause
now I have to go write the next chapter of "Taken for granted." Thank you
all, and goodnight. Next chapter should be out in a few weeks. I hope.