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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, vamphile!!!

I love and adore you. Your fic fills me with glee, your sense of humor is as warped as mine, and you let me play with your Visible-verse Brian and Justin. Plus, I'm your Number One Fan. ♥

Speaking of Visible-verse B/J....



Brian tossed the script onto the coffee table for the third time in as many minutes. He still didn't know why he took this part. It sounded good at the time, but now, he really questioned his jusdgement.

"Hey, why did I take this part again?"

Justin looked up from the computer. "Money."

"Oh yeah." A beat, then - "Was I drunk at the time?"

"Well, yeah, but your dick was in my ass, too, so pick your reason."

"Your ass does make me do strange things."

"It's powerful like that."

Brian snickered, heaving himself off the sofa and heading for a beer. He'd taken one swallow when Justin cursed and laughed simultaneously. He grabbed a second beer and went to see what had upset the princess this time.

"Okay, now what?"

"Remember that lady I told you about?"

"Which one? I've lost track what with your constant bitching."

"Shut up. Vamphile."

"She the one that likes to give you brain damage and make you break dishes?"

"Yeah. Now, she turned me into a hustler. A hustler, Brian! With a psychotic pimp named Isaac that made me like pain and shit! I mean, Justin. I mean-"

"Move over." Justin did, and Brian started to read. "Whoa, this is...I mean, it's...why do you read this shit again?"

"I don't know!" Justin grabbed his head. "Now I'm all traumatized. You need to fix that."

"This might me more than I can fix. I might have to fuck you into a coma or something."

"That sounds good." Justin leaned back into Brian's embrace. "Why do I read this shit? Did we figure it out yet?"

Brian's hands moved restlessly in Justin's hair. "Because even though it's not really about you, you just can't resist the fact that someone is writing fanfiction about you."

Justin turned his head. "You forgot to clear the history last night."

Brian pulled his lips in. "I was researching my part."

"Uh huh. So tell me, exactly how does the Holy Church Of Brian & Justin translate into research?"

There were several ways Brian could have answered, each as lame as the next. He settled for what worked best. He shoved his tongue in Justin's mouth and his hand into Justin's pants.

Justin forgot his question. Five minutes later, ass-up on the sofa, he forgot his name.

Brian's dick was powerful like that.

The End

*bows*

I typed this as post-porn. Forgive me if it sucks. :D