CHAPTER TITLE: Dances Above the Rest - Babylon@PITTSBURGH_ Eighteen of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 450
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Brian POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘The club was bathed in the warm smell of sex and need…’
Babylon’s reopens and what a wonderful thing it is
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree
A Time From Now
Dances Above the Rest - Babylon@PITTSBURGH
One Week Later - Three Months
Iridescent snow twirled from the darkened ceiling, falling lightly over the club boys and buffed-out hunks and sparkling queens below. Timid, barely noticed, it kissed their skin before landing in drifts across the floor. Lights shimmered in reflection in the mirrors and bright-colored bottles behind the bar where the bartenders whirled and danced, black-silhouetted against turquoise and orange panels of light, as the music etched itself into their very DNA. That fucking thumpa-thumpa, they heard even in their dreams. The club…their club was suffused in the warm smell of sex and need, the sharp smell of alcohol and lust, the sweet smell of cologne and longing and they breathed it all in, all relieved knowing that their world had survived.
And he danced above all the rest and he danced all alone. His head was thrown back in abandon, his eyes just barely open, his arms out-stretched before him, hands laid one over the other and with fingers snapping. He was bathed in a golden glow, laser-lights fanning out just above him, his arms cutting through the arrow-straight lines of grass-green whenever he stretches them languidly over his head. He danced alone but not for long. Soon enough, a red-haired twink worked up the courage to climb up behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest; the twink swayed his hips in time to Brian’s, in time to everyone else’s breathing. And so, at least for a while, he was allowed to dance draped along Brian’s back. Eventually, after a moment…after an hour, Brian turned to him and whispering soft in his ear words only the he could hear, the twink smiled to him and kissing him quick, he jumped down from the platform into the arms of his waiting friends. He knew that his time in the golden glow, and above all the rest, was over.
The pattern had been established early, it had been the same all night.
This Babylon was the same and it wasn‘t. They were all the same but then again, they weren’t really either, Babylon was newer with cutting-edge security, they were wiser with the scars to prove it. So the beat went on, the patterns repeated again and again, just as it should be. And it felt good, Babylon raised from the ashes, taking back what corrupted morality had tried to take from them. Especially since their sick strategy had almost worked, Brian had nearly let them win, but once the mural was installed, in another couple of months, everything would be just fine.
And so Brian danced in this world of his making…alone and above all the rest.
Next Chapter: Justin begins to realize the transcendent possibilities of art
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