Justin beat his fist against the scarred blue door before him. The apartment was ancient but classy in it's own way. Ornamental iron railings lined each walkway and stairwell. The open air courtyard that was located in the middle of the small complex was filled with flora and fauna that would have been beautiful with the proper care and attention. Yet it too was marred, as weeds had overtaken the small garden. Why his friend would choose to live in a place like that was beyond him. Lee had said that the place had ‘real character'. All Justin could see was a real pest control problem.

Another minute of knocking had still produced no answer. Just as he was about to give up and leave, the door swung open and Lee appeared before him, tall and menacing, ready to take on whatever threat might greet him at his own front door. Realizing that it was only Justin, his angry facade faded away and he grinned happily. On closer inspection of his friend, he tensed up once again. "What's wrong?" Justin shook his head, not trusting his voice at that moment. "C'mon. Get your cute ass in here and tell me all about it." Lee put his arm around Justin and ushered him inside.

If the outside of the apartments were bad, then the interior was horrendous. Thick brown shag carpeting covered every inch of the floor. That was except for the small bathroom that was off to the side. It was covered in linoleum that looked as though it had been put down in the nineteen-seventies.

Justin knew that Lee's upbringing had been much like his own. He could have done a good deal better and his parents, had they known, would never have allowed him to set foot in such a place. But as he looked around the large area that served as Lee's bedroom, living room and dining room and it was apparent why the other boy had chosen this particular place. If nothing else, the place was definitely a home befitting a burgeoning artist. Three large picture windows lined the walls, allowing the sunlight to filter in from dawn until dusk. The walls, which had once been a dingy eggshell white, were now littered with graffiti and murals.

Justin had even been allowed to contribute to this particular feature. He had painted a life size gogo boy, inspired by the dancers at Babylon. Lee had seemed more than pleased with the work.

Lee grabbed two beers from his mini refrigerator and handed one to Justin as he flopped back into his bean bag chair. Justin downed half of his beer quickly and took a seat on the small bar stool that had been abandoned in the corner of the room. "Well?" Lee started, waiting for the tale to begin.

"IletBrian'sbestfriendsuckmeoff!" He suddenly screamed as though it was only hitting him that it had even happened. Though that far from the truth. He had been more than aware of the day's events since he had been walking around with a hicky-covered dick and a painfully guilty conscious.

His friend did a quick double take, that might have been comical under other circumstances. "Come again?"

"NO! Not again!" Justin shook his head, purposely misconstruing Lee's question.

"You let...what's his name - Michael? You actually let him..." He waved his hand, leaving the words unsaid.

He nodded his head, his face going green. "It was horrible. Or...horribly good." Justin rested his head in his hand and groaned pathetically.

"Shit man! Brian's so gonna kill you!"

"Thanks!" Justin said sarcastically. "That's just what I wanted to hear. C'mon Lee, we've been through this speech enough times. You really should know it by now."

Lee looked at him and his eyebrows shot up with realization. "Oh right. Um...Justin, stop being so melodramatic. You know Brian loves you. Things aren't as bad as they seem," he droned on in monotones, ticking each scripted line off on his fingers.

Justin smiled at his friend's mockery. "Now I just have to figure out what to tell him."

"Why? You don't actually think that he tells you everything HE does, do you? You don't have to tell him about this."

"Ah...but you haven't heard the whole story yet." Justin stood and paced around the small apartment as he recounted everything that had taken place the night before. From their trip to the hospital, to Brian's hasty departure to New York, to Michael's newfound identity. When he was finished, all Lee could do was gape at him like a wide mouthed bass.

"I...I...wow...oh...uh," Lee mumbled incoherently.

Justin nodded slowly, knowing exactly how Lee felt. "So now, I'm babysitting a Brian clone."

Lee looked around the room as though Michael might be found lurking in a corner. "Where is he now?"

"At the loft. I told him I was coming over to work on a project."

"Uh-huh." Lee hoisted himself out of the bean bag and retrieved his jacket from where it had been tossed over a lamp. "Let's go, Boy Wonder."

Justin was confused. "Where?"

"To the loft. And then to look for him," he explained.

"Look for him?"

"Justin, from everything I've seen and heard about your boyfriend, what would be the first thing he would do after you left him to come and hang out with me?"

His eyes went wide and Justin ran out the door quickly, running back only after he realized that he hadn't gotten his jacket or the keys to the jeep.

"Justin!" Lee barked after he had once again shot out of the door. Justin ran back in and looked at him questioningly from the doorway. The other boy made a motion with his hands and Justin looked down, realizing that he was still had a death grip on his beer bottle. Draining the contents quickly, he tossed the empty bottle to his friend and took off again. Lee threw the bottle down and chased after him.

***

Babylon seemed louder than usual. The men seemed pushier. The lights harsher. Ted wondered for the fifth time that night, just why he had bothered coming at all. Then his best friend waved at him from the dance floor and he remembered. He had been coerced against his will.

A breathless Emmett slid up beside him and grinned as he ordered them both another drink. "C'mon gloomy-puss. Dance or something."

"No. I think I'll stick to stationary rejection. At least then I don't get hot and sweaty while the guys walk away."

"Teddy! I'm tired of this defeatist attitude of yours!" Before he could get any further into his lecture, Emmett began shrieking happily.

"What?"

"Teddy look!" He pointed into the crowd and Ted searched through the milling bodies for a familiar face. "Michael!" Emmett explained, then called out to the man, "Michael!"

Ted saw his friend's face fall as Michael failed to respond. "Try...Brian," he suggested.

"Brian?" Emmett asked loudly.

Michael turned sharply and scowled in their general direction. He too made his way to the bar and ordered a Jim Beam before facing the pair. "Well if it isn't Lowell and Hardy!" He said with just the right blend of scorn and sarcasm.

Emmett's mouth lifted up at the corners in a semblance of a smile. "We...just thought we could buy you a drink." He slid his arm around Michael and hugged the man to him.

"Uh-huh." Michael glared at him until Emmett pulled back and coward beside Ted. "I'm good thanks," he held up his double shot of whisky as proof before tossing it back. The other two glanced away and tried not to say anything as their friend began coughing and sputtering with the burn of the liquid running down his throat.

Ted looked around, not really sure what to say, if anything at all. "So...how are you feeling?" he began formally.

"Just dandy," Michael grunted, his voice still husky with the sting of alcohol.

Ted tried his best to remember just how his conversations with Brian went. Then he realized that he had never had a truly ‘usual' conversation with Brian. For now, he could wing it. "Um...seen Michael lately?"

"No. He's probably somewhere lodged firmly up the Doc's ass," Michael replied in a bored tone.

"A familiar position for you I'm sure."

Emmett cut his eyes at Ted and the older man lifted his shoulders helplessly. If Emmett had thought it sounded weird, it couldn't compare to actually having said it. Though he thought he was Brian, the man in front of them was still their best friend. Warm-hearted, gentle, adorable Michael. Insults didn't suit him.

In response, Michael smirked derisively. "Cute."

They stood together in a rather awkward silence, Michael watching the passerby, Ted and Emmett watching him. Em, looked for another opening. "Where's Justin tonight?"

Their friend rolled his eyes. "Fuck if I know. I'm not the boy's keeper. I think he might have gone out with that guy...Lee. They're working on some project." He dismissed the topic of Justin with a wave of his hand, as though he had truly invoked the spirit of Brian Kinney.

"And I'm guessing that you're here to work on your own extracurricular activities?" Ted asked, finding a bit easier to insult this new Michael.

Michael stuck his chin out and ignored the question. "Hmm...excuse me boys..." He said as he made to follow the gorgeous man that had crossed their path.

"That was truly fucked up," Ted said as he returned to his drink. Emmett simply nodded as he was, for the first time in his life, at a loss for words.

***

"You little shits! Let go of me!"

"No can do Bri," Lee grinned as he manhandled the man down the alley.

Michael wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up in this situation. One moment, he had been leaning back against the wall in the back room, a beautiful Adonis at his feet blowing him. The next thing he knew, Justin and his friend had been restraining him and dragging him out of the club via the back exit. With the bad lighting and having the upper hand of a surprise attack, it hadn't taken much for the two of them to overpower him. He was also a bit sluggish from the little white pill he had taken before going out.

Eventually he had stopped struggling, figuring that he could probably trust Justin. Had they ever done something this kinky? The restraint/menage trois thing? He couldn't remember.

Add it to the growing list of things no longer in his memory banks.

Justin unlocked the jeep and hopped in on the driver's side. Lee shifted the front seat and pushed Michael into the back.

"Comfy?" The little punk actually had the balls to smirk at him.

Before Michael could respond, or make any attempt to escape, Lee threw himself into the back seat as well and sat on top of him, insuring that he wouldn't cause trouble.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

"Uh-uh." Michael bucked up, trying to throw Lee off of balance and hopefully off of him. The movement jarred Lee, causing his elbow to collide with the back of Justin's head.

"Fuck!" Justin cried out in pain. The jeep swerved into the other lane but the blond quickly recovered and pulled back onto his side of the road. "Look...BRIAN...calm down. It's just me and Lee. It's not like we haven't done this a million times."

Michael saw Lee and Justin exchange looks in the rearview mirror. Though he couldn't tell, he figured that they were looks of lust. He could certainly understand that. Was he really going to complain about being dragged away from a lousy blow job at Babylon to be serviced by the two hot young college boys?

Settling back, he idly stroked Lee's thigh. It did seem familiar. Natural almost. Lee looked down at him oddly and attempted a smile.

Michael looked at the young man closely. He was tall. Probably six feet at least. He had the build of a runner, which meant nice muscles with none of the excess bulk that things like football provided. His short hair was as black as tar and his eyes were framed with thick eyelashes of the same color. Michael couldn't make out the color of his eyes though. He hoped they were brown. He'd always been a sucker for big brown eyes. At least...he thought it was brown. Maybe blue.

As his fingertips played over the fabric of Lee's tight jeans, he felt the younger man growing hard against his leg. "Uh...B-Brian..."

Fuck the kid was big! Nine inches at least! How could he have ever forgotten being with him?

"Alright kids," Justin turned around in his seat to announce their arrival at the loft. His eyes were as wide as coasters as he watched Michael rubbing Lee's very obvious hard-on through his pants. And a very flustered Lee, looking as though he might be in the mood to return the favor. "Upstairs! Now!"

Lee hopped out of the jeep, albeit a bit more slowly than he might have otherwise. He was followed by Michael who instantly darted past them, hoping to speed things along. As he proceeded up the stairs, Justin glared at Lee with disbelief.

"Hey! Don't look at me in that tone of voice," Lee joked. When Justin still didn't lighten up, "It was your brilliant idea to let him think that we were going to have a three-way!"

As they finally made it to the sixth floor, Michael had the door of the loft wide open, music blaring, and was in the process of baring it all.

"Fuck me!" Lee gasped at the site of Michael's exposed flesh.

Justin gave Lee a hard look and grimaced with disgust. "Don't even think about it!"

***

Keys. He heard keys. The door lock turning. The heavy door being pulled open. All familiar sounds to Justin. He leapt off of the couch and ran to the door.

With a tender, loving kiss, Justin demanded, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Brian placed his briefcase as well as his suitcase down on the floor beside him. "This," he began, motioning towards the space around him, "is my loft. My home. I signed a piece of paper called a lease and I pay the very high rent each month so the owners will allow me to live here." He was talking to Justin as if he were a child and if there was anything that was going to annoy Justin any further than he already was...it would be that.

"Asshole." He snapped. "Just go, okay!"

Brian looked behind his lover and frowned. "What's going on?" Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom. The unmistakable sound of a man moaning. "Oh. You have company huh?"

"It isn't what you-"

The man held up a hand and closed his eyes tiredly. "You don't know what I'm thinking."

"No...but I'd be willing to bet that you are nearly convinced of it being Lee who's in the bathroom."

Brian sighed, knowing that Justin was right. That had been the first name to enter his mind. But he'd be damned if he let Justin know that. "I don't give a shit who it is Justin. We agreed, no tricking in the loft. Now get whoever it is out so I can take a shower and get some sleep. I'm exhausted."

Justin was outraged. "You prick! You think I'd actually cheat on you. Bring some random fuck into your home. Into our bed!"

"OUR bed?"

The blond stood bare foot to Prada boot with the man and poked him in the chest with his index finger. "Look! I've been babysitting your best friend all fucking day, Brian! Don't give me any shit right now!"

"Mikey's here?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "No. Brian is here. ‘Mikey' is no more."

Brian groaned, "He's still messed up in the head? Well, I'm not leaving! I'm fucking tired and I refuse to let you two run me out of my home!"

"What the hell are you doing home anyway? You were supposed to be gone until tomorrow!"

"What can I say? I'm good. It took me exactly one hour to convince them of my genius."

"And the rest of the time?"

"Did some shopping and nailed the pilot before the return trip. The skies were definitely friendly today."

Any other time, Justin might have made a joke about seeing his cockpit. Only now he was far too focused on the sounds coming from the bathroom. "That's nice. Now...go!" He was practically pushing him forcefully back towards the door.

"No way!"

Trust Brian to make the situation even more difficult. "Brian, you know he can't see you. He thinks he IS you!"

Pushing Justin's hand off of his shoulder and loosening his tie, "Yes, well he'll just have to think he's me...at David's."

"It doesn't work like that Brian. We all have to play along with him. At least until his memory comes back. Which means, until then this is HIS loft."

The older man stared at him as though he had just told him he was on fire. "You have got to be fucking insane if you think that I'm going to allow him to take over MY life!"

Justin put his palm over Brian's mouth, shushing him. Just then, Brian watched his best friend stumble out of the bathroom, completely naked. Taking his hand away, Justin whispered, "Look - he can't see you! Remember? The doctor said it would put him into shock. Now leave."

Before Brian could respond, a tall young man that he recognized to be Lee walked out of the bathroom, a towel the only thing covering him. "What the fuck...did you...and he..." Brian pointed towards the bedroom, leaving his question unasked.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Brian, leave! For Michael's sake."

He stood there for a moment before relenting. He knew that there was no way around the whole mess. "Fine! But this discussion is so...soooo far from being over!" He picked up his suitcase and backed out of the door. "I'll be at Lindsay's."

"I'll call you if I need you," Justin said before closing the door on him.

Brian gritted his teeth and repeated to himself that he could trust Justin. If Justin said nothing happened, then... But Justin hadn't said that nothing had happened. He had merely pushed him out the door. Out of his door. Out of HIS home!

As he walked away, he tensed, hearing the sound of laughter from within the loft. He shook his head and dialed Lindsay's number, wondering just how much he would end up regretting going along with any of this.

***

Justin rolled his eyes as he watched Michael and Lee rolling on the bed, laughing loudly. Neither of them was bothering with clothing any more and he almost felt guilty for watching the wrestling match. It was hot. But at the same time, it was Lee and Michael. His and Brian's friends. The two people in the world that actually qualified as sexless beings in Justin's mind. Which made the whole scene a bit sick.

Still he couldn't deny that they both had amazing bodies and were getting him excited. Wouldn't deny it. But wouldn't encourage it either.

He stood from where he had been leaning against the arm of the couch and went to the kitchen. Slipping on his headphones, he lost himself in the music and concentrated on the sketch pad on the counter in front of him.

Some time later, he jumped as a hand landed tiredly on his shoulder. He threw off his headphones and covered his chest with his hand. "Shit!"

"Sorry," Lee laughed. "Didn't mean to scare ya." He slumped back against the counter beside Justin and scratched his bare chest idly. Thankfully his friend had slipped his boxers back on before joining him. "That is one energetic little Brian wannabe, man."

"Lee! What the hell did you do with him? I told you - just slip him his meds and get out of there. Next thing I know, Brian's at the door, Michael's moaning-,"

"Brian was...?"

"-and then you're romping in the sheets." He wasn't mad. Not in the least. But he did feel responsible for Michael and anything that happened while he wasn't in his right mind, would ultimately be Justin's fault.

"Justin, nothing happened. I got in the shower and slipped him his meds...with a little mouth to mouth. He figured it was an E or something. That's what the moan was. Of course, he wasn't going to go straight to sleep so..." He made a circular motion with his hands and bobbed his head.

Justin wished that Lee didn't talk through gestures so much. In times like these, he just didn't feel up to reading every movement and mimed signal. "So what?"

"So I gave him a hand job and he passed out. No big." Justin nodded and made a mental note to either wash or burn those sheets before Brian returned.

Suddenly, Deb's voice echoed in his head. "I know my son's in good hands." He groaned and shook his head, thinking of what their little group's matriarch might think of her baby being in Lee's good hands.

Not to mention David! Justin groaned again and rested his head heavily on his folded arms. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. Could they?

To Be Continued...