Title: The Adventures of Rage: Gay Crusader
Volume 1 Issue 3
By: Bridget McKennitt
Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and company are owned by Cowlip and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Summary: Never fear, for in the city of Pittsburgh, the gay crusaders Rage and Zephyr are here to the rescue!
Author's Notes: This is a cross between AU and Queer as Folk US canon.
"Fine. We can talk in the hall." He went to Professor Applewhite. "Sorry for the intrusion on your class, ma'am, but I need to talk with Brian."
"It's okay. Just be careful." She fixed him a look. "You're a good kid and I don't want to see you hurt."
"I will." Justin left the class and went over to Brian who had opted to wait in the hall for him. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Your shadow. Somebody's been beating the shit out of your sex partners and he nearly got me as well." Brian's eyes scanned Justin's face. "Do you know who the fuck this asshole is?"
Justin shook his head. "I didn't even know about this."
"Well, someone is out there stalking you and you're a danger to every gay man until your shadow is found and stopped." Brian tilted his head in thought. "Could it be a current boyfriend? A jealous ex?"
"I don't have a current boyfriend and, unless the one geeky guy I dated in high school, whom I haven't seen in months, has turned completely psycho, it's not him." Justin shrugged. "I honestly don't know who would be doing this. If only Rage was here. Then he could use his powers and save the day."
Brian suppressed a smile. It was nice knowing that the twink had some faith in him. Not that Justin knew Brian was Rage, but still, it was nice. A moment of inspiration hit him as Justin's words sank in. "I have an idea. Think you can pull out of your class for today?"
"Yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?"
"A little shadow baiting."
Justin went back into class to gather his things and to tell Professor Applewhite that he was leaving. His professor shot him another look, but said nothing on the situation except what was for homework. As she watched Justin leave the classroom, she could only sigh in worry. Whoever that man was, he was nothing good.
* * *
"So where exactly are we going?" Justin asked as they drove off in the jeep.
"We’re going to play a little game. Can you remember the last couple of places you went to that you picked up a guy?"
"Uh, there was that one guy two weeks ago that I met at Woody's, but most of them were at Babylon."
"Then tonight we'll go to Babylon and smoke your shadow out. Give him a show he can't help but come out of hiding for."
Justin turned his head towards Brian in confusion. "If we're going to Babylon tonight, then why did I have to leave my class?"
"Because you and I are going to grab something to eat. I'm famished."
The place Brian took them was Liberty Diner. He pushed open the door and led Justin to a booth already occupied by someone. Brian sat next to the guy and kissed him on the cheek.
"Morning, Mikey."
"Brian! I thought you'd be at work around this time." Michael stared at Justin from across the table and Justin had the faintest suspicion that this Michael person knew him, even though they had never met before. "Who's the twink?"
"Ah, Michael, this is Justin. Justin, this is Michael, my best friend."
Michael nodded to Justin before turning towards the waiter that stood by their table, waiting to take their orders. "I'll have the hamburger with fries and a Coke."
"Turkey sandwich and a cup of coffee." Brian eyed the waiter and the waiter eyed him back. "You gonna order, Justin?"
"Double cheeseburger with tomatoes and lettuce, fries, and a Coke." Brian broke eye contact with the waiter to stare at Justin. "Something on my face?"
"Eat too much and you'll lose your girlish figure." The waiter wrote down their orders and walked away with one last look over at Brian.
Michael chuckled. "Next conquest?"
"He's as good as mine. Excuse me." Brian got up from the table and the two watched as the waiter followed Brian into the bathroom.
"That's Brian for you," Michael said. "So Justin, what's your story? Why are you here with Brian?"
"I'm helping him help me. Someone's kicking the crap out of the guys I fuck and Brian was almost a victim."
"Sounds like a job for Rage." Michael raised an eyebrow at the look of amusement that appeared on Justin's face. "What?"
"That's what I said to Brian. Funny how it is when things go wrong, we want to call on Rage to save the day." Brian slid into the booth next to Justin and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
"How about the next best thing? Me. Did our food come yet?"
"No, but obviously you did," Michael said, but his words held no sting. The waiter came back with their food a few moments later. Justin noticed with a sharp eye that the waiter walked unevenly. Brian must have given it to him good.
* * *
Justin lay on his stomach as Brian straddled his naked body. Brian leaned forward and licked straight down Justin's back. The older man had been sheathed with a condom long ago, but refused to sink between Justin's ass cheeks. At least, not yet.
"Stop being a tease." Justin said in frustration.
"Come, come. I thought we had more patience than that." Brian pressed the very head of his cock against Justin's already lubed up hole, but went no further. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson?" He reached under Justin and tweaked a nipple.
"Lesson learned! Now do something or—"
Brian gave in to Justin and thrust himself into the blond, causing Justin to make a sigh of relief and pleasure. Brian began to rock slowly and steady, torturing Justin who he knew did not want to go slow. "Want to go just a little faster, Brian?"
He kissed Justin's shoulder and decided to cease his teasing and his thrusts came harder and harder, pressing Justin deeper into the bed. Justin started whimpering again and came. A few more thrusts and Brian felt himself orgasm. He pulled out as Justin rolled over and sloppily kissed his lips.
"Wasn't this a good way to spend our time?" Brian said with a pleased smirk on his face.
"Can't disagree with you there. Think it's time for a shower though." Justin got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
Brian reached for his cell phone and dialed a number. "Michael?"
"Hey, Brian."
"Do you feel in the mood for Babylon tonight?" Brian began to pace in his bedroom, sometimes glancing over to the closed bathroom door. After this phone call, he would join Justin in his shower.
"Is this about that twink's problem?"
"It's every gay man's problem. Lots of men have been beaten up over this and tonight it's going to end."
"Of course I'm there."
"Here's the plan." He quickly told Michael what he wanted him to do and hung up the phone. A shower awaited him.
At Babylon, the dance floor was crowded with hot sweaty men as Brian led Justin into the throng. Justin started gyrating and Brian wrapped his arms around him, moving in rhythm. "Keep dancing, " Brian whispered hot against his ear. "We need to flush out your shadow. "
Justin nodded his head as Brian’s hands trailed lower down his body, sliding into his pants. "Bri?"
"Shhh. Just go with it." Brian unzipped Justin's zipper on his pants and took out his cock. As he began to rub his thumb over the head, Brian opened his mind powers to lightly scan the crowd. Most of the minds he scanned were full of thoughts of sex and drugs. Perhaps the shadow was not there?
Then he passed over one and jerked against Justin at the hatred he felt directed towards him. There he was. "Stay where you are. I'm going outside."
Brian left Justin on the floor as he went outside of Babylon to a back alley. The shadow, as Brian predicted, followed him out, this time his hatred mixed in with absolute glee. He reached into his pocket to get out a cigarette when he felt a fast motion of air.
Nothing happened, and when Brian turned around, he saw Zephyr holding back the man, a crowbar crashing to the ground. Zephyr nodded to Brian. "Sir, please leave the area."
"Sure." Brian quickly walked out of the back alley and ducked into another empty one, quickly changing into his Rage costume underneath his clothes. Fitting the mask into place, he flew into the air and landed in the same alley that Zephyr was in.
He reached for the man and lifted him into the air by his shirt. "Why the fuck are you beating up queers, you little bastard? I should do the same to you," he growled out. Rage threw the man against the wall and felt some satisfaction at hearing the man cry out in pain.
"Wait, stop!" The two gay crusaders turned around and saw Justin running towards them. "Stop! That's my dad." Justin crouched near the man and gently shook him. "Are you okay?"
"What the fuck?" Zephyr glared at Justin through his mask. "What kind of shit are you playing with, kid?"
"I'm not playing with anything. Dad? Are you the one who's been stalking me?"
The man glared at Rage before looking back at his son. "Yes."
"Why!"
"Because none of these dirty faggots should be touching you. Especially that one." The man got to his feet and spat at Rage. "I saw you dropping off my son at his place, how you kissed him. I followed you around but I couldn't get to you. So I vowed to take out anyone else who tried to touch my son instead."
"Dad," Justin said quietly. "Rage saved my life from a bunch of gang of homophobes. If it weren't for him, I would have been beaten to death. Not to mention I'm twenty years old and I can sleep with whom I want and when I want. It's not your decision."
"What's your name?" Zephyr asked.
"None of your damn business."
Rage cleared his throat and glared. "Try that again?"
The man answered with a growl. "Craig Taylor."
"Well, Craig, you have two decisions. The first one, I can throw you in jail for the rest of your life for hurting all those men." Zephyr glanced at Rage who nodded before going on. "Or, you can go to therapy and work out your anger. What do you want?"
Justin looked at his father and Craig sighed. He slung an arm around his son. "I'll take the damn therapy lessons."
* * *
All the lights in loft were off except for the blue lights above Brian's bed. Justin sat behind him as he rubbed Brian's shoulders. "I'm just glad he didn't hurt you again when you went outside, and that Rage and Zephyr were around to protect you. Why did you go outside anyway?"
"Fresh air. Ah, that's good. Keep going. I hope that those therapy lessons Zephyr suggested help your father. He's a pretty fucked up case."
"I hope so, too. I never knew he had such a problem with me fucking guys. But at least he'll be better now." Justin moved to the front of Brian and went on his knees as he zipped down Brian's fly. He opened his mouth and began gently sucking on Brian's cock. Brian leaned back on his hands and sighed. Life was good.
