Title: The Adventures of Rage: Gay Crusader
Volume 1 Issue 4
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.
"And this is a rare issue of Superman back from in the 1960s." Michael held up the comic book for Brian to look at.
Brian ruffled Michael's hair and snorted. "You act like I give a shit, Mikey."
Michael frowned and placed back the comic. "Then why the fuck are you with me at this comic convention?"
"Because I had a day off and I knew how important this was to you. Geez, Mikey. Get a grip." He picked up a comic book and flipped through it. "Going to buy any of these?"
"Maybe. I don't know." They walked past a couple of booths with Michael carrying a plastic bag full of action figures he had bought. "Maybe you're right," he said after a long silence.
"About what?" A man near a booth met Brian's gaze and gave a small smile.
"That I should give up my obsession with comic books. I'm almost thirty, for goodness sakes. Not to mention," Michael broke off to glance around before going on. "Our extra hour activities. When you really think about it, it's kind of sad."
"Child-like, sure, but never sad. This is your life and it's a good life for you."
"Well, I'm done. You want to go to Woody's for a drink?"
"Always." The two friends left the convention center and made their way to Brian's jeep.
Suddenly, a sharp blast of cold air hit and Brian glanced behind them. It was too early for snow. By the doors of the center, there stood a drag queen. She wore an icicle tiara, a white fro wig, and a sparkly white suit. The strangest thing though was the swirling ball of ice in the drag queen's hand.
The drag queen threw the ice ball at a bunch of people heading towards their cars and Brian could only watch helplessly as they began to scream as they were slowly froze into ice statues.
"Holy shit. Did you see that?" Michael did not wait for Brian to answer as he pulled Brian to the ground just as the drag queen threw another ice ball.
"Fucking bitch had to ruin my day. Quick, we need to find a place to change." Michael followed Brian as they crawled into a space between two big vans. Scanning the area for any passersby, the two hurriedly shed their clothes for the skintight costumes underneath.
The drag queen smirked as she inspected an icy body near her. With a polished fingertip, she pushed the statue over and watched it shatter as it hit the concrete, red ice spilling everywhere.
"Hold it!" The drag queen turned around and laughed when she saw Rage and Zephyr.
"It's the famous Rage and Zephyr, here to the rescue. Go back to Liberty Avenue, boys. There are still lots of heteros here that need to be iced."
"And who the fuck do you think you are? The second coming of Donna Summers?"
"Don't I wish. No, you may call me Ice Queen. And I'm here to rid Pittsburgh of all these heteros. Ick, straight people." Ice Queen shuddered. "Nasty things."
Rage exchanged a look with Zephyr. "As much as there's some crazy straight people out there, killing all of them isn't the best answer."
Ice Queen stared at Rage before shaking her head. "You're a fool. I thought you were better than that, Rage, but I guess not. I hate to do this, but you'd only be in my way." With the words barely out of Ice Queen's mouth, she had formed another ice ball and threw it, the ball hitting Rage square in the chest before the gay crusaders could react.
Rage was as good as iced.
* * *
"Shit. Shit!" Zephyr stared at his best friend, frozen in an icy prison. As soon as Rage was attacked, Zephyr pulled himself together and flew off with the frozen superhero before anything else horrible could happen.
But now Zephyr had a bigger problem on his hands. How in the world was he going to get Rage back to normal? He groaned in frustration and grabbed the remote to turn on the television. Zephyr swore as the news reported that people all over Pittsburgh were turning into ice cubes at the hands of Ice Queen.
Brian's cell phone ringing startled Zephyr and he dug into the bag he used to carry all their civilian stuff before answering. "Hello?"
"Uh, hi. Michael? Is Brian there?" It was JT. No, Justin. Zephyr tightened his grip on the cell in reaction.
"He's not here right now, Justin. He's a bit, tied up with work at the moment."
He heard Justin sigh. "Tell him to call me back, okay? Or meet me at Babylon tonight."
"Sure." Zephyr hung up the cell and glanced back at Rage. What could he do?
Several hours later, Zephyr was ready to give up. Nothing he did was able to thaw Rage out, not even putting him under scalding hot water in the shower.
Face pressed against his hands, he remembered Brian's teasing voice after he insinuated that Brian had a cold heart. "If that's what you think, Mikey. Let's make a deal. If I ever gain more than a cold heart, then have Justin here give me a blowjob to bring me to life. I'm sure he'll enjoy it," he drawled.
Justin? Blowjob him back to life? Michael remembered that day as Brian wrapped his arm around the smiling Justin. The blond laughed, agreeing to do his civic duty and Brian promptly squeezed his ass. Justin, the twink that Rage had saved a month ago, was a constant in Brian's life, though neither would admit it, especially on Brian's part. Even though Michael wasn't fond of him, he knew Justin brought out a whole new side to his best friend. But did that mean it was possible that Just could...thaw him out? It was worth a shot, a long shot, but Michael was out of options.
He put his mask back on and walked to the ledge of their secret headquarters, taking off in the air. What would he say to the blond? Justin did not know that Rage was Brian, and that one night was the only encounter Justin had with Rage. Zephyr knew he would have to make up some kind of story soon.
He landed in front of Babylon and made his way in, hoping that Justin would be there like he said he would. Fortunately, he spotted him at the bar. "Are you Justin?" he asked, masking his voice in a lower octave.
Justin blinked in surprise and put down his drink. "Yeah, yeah I am. Wait, Zephyr?"
"That's me. Listen, there's no time to explain, but Rage is in trouble and needs your help." He noticed with faint jealousy that Justin straightened up at his words.
Zephyr took Justin back to the secret headquarters, after blindfolding his eyes so he could not figure out where it was in the city. He took off Justin's blindfold and motioned at the frozen Rage. "There he is."
"Oh no. That Ice Queen got him?" Justin took a step forward and carefully touched Rage on the chest.
"Yes."
"Then what can I do? I'm not a superhero at all."
"I don't know if you can do anything, but I had an idea and you do owe Rage your life." Zephyr took in a deep breath. "I need you to blow him."
Justin blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Give him a blowjob. You can see that it's his body that's frozen, not his costume. Strip him down and give him a blowjob that'll bring him back to life."
"I—I don't know if I can."
Zephyr glared. "I knew it. You're just some chicken shit, too scared to care about what happens to Rage."
"Fuck you!" Justin turned back to Rage and started stripping down his costume. "I'll give him a blowjob so explosive that'll he'll definitely thaw out from the heat of it."
The blond got down on his knees and took Rage's icy cock into his mouth. He fought the urge to shiver from the cold and started licking his tongue up and down. Soon, he got into giving Rage the best blowjob ever that he did not notice that the ice was slowly melting away. It wasn't until Rage came in his mouth that he realized that Zephyr's plan worked.
Justin backed away and wiped his mouth of come. Rage glanced down at him before glancing at Zephyr. "What is he doing here?"
"He thawed you out."
Rage stared at Justin thoughtfully. "Thank you, but we still need to take down Ice Queen. We'll take you home, kid."
The only thing that ran through Justin's mind though was the cock he just blew. The texture, the smell, the taste of come...it was familiar. Too familiar. He had never given Rage a blowjob before.
"Kid?" Justin remembered where he was and stood up.
"Yeah, no problem."
* * *
The following night, Justin made his way to Brian's loft. He assumed the man would be home and was right when Brian answered the door.
"Can I come inside?"
Brian stepped aside to let Justin in and locked the door. "Here for a reason?" he asked casually. "I was about to go to Babylon."
Justin spun around and stared Brian directly into his eyes. "I know you're Rage."
There was a long pause of silence before Brian spoke. "What makes you think that?"
"Cut the crap, Brian. I've blown you enough times to know your cock."
Brian walked towards his living room, not looking at Justin. He did not admit it, but neither did Brian deny it, and Justin knew it was the truth. Brian was Rage. "Well?"
"Well what? What do you want me to say?" Brian snorted. "What will you do with the information, Sunshine?"
Justin came up behind Brian and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Nothing. It's not my secret to tell," he said softly.
Brian turned around in Justin's embrace and kissed the top of his head. "I think I'll stay in for tonight. You busy?"
Justin smiled his Sunshine smile. Michael's mother, a waitress at Liberty Diner named Debbie, had given him the nickname of Sunshine because of the way he smiled. "For you? Nah."
They headed towards Brian's bed, ridding themselves of their clothes. This was sex, but it was more than sex. It was a thank you, Brian style.
