Date: Fri, 29 Oct 1999 19:46:48 CDT
From: Gay Night <gaynight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nsync-gang-8

Sorry this took so long guys, but here is the lastest and final segment of
my Nsync story, Nsync Gang.  I am still continuing the 98 Degrees story, so
don't despair!  As always, enjoy!


Disclaimer -
This story contains gay relationships between the members of the pop
music band N-Sync and a fictional character.  This story in no way
implies that any members of N-Sync is gay (but if they are they should
feel free to e-mail me).  If you are under the legal age to read
pornographic material in your area please leave immediately.  The
author takes no responsibility for anyone's actions based upon this
work of fiction.

Questions, Comments, Suggestions - e-mail GayNight@hotmail.com

Now that that is out of the way.  Enjoy!!!

The-N'Sync-Gang

We leaned in a kissed for several minutes.  The I rolled off of him,
grabbed a towel to clean us up, then held him in my arms and we fell
asleep holding each other both physically and spiritually.


We woke up simultaneously several hours later.  "What time is it?" Lance
asked.

I leaned over to look at the clock.  "Six thirty." I told him.

"Six thirty!  Already!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, time flies when I'm with you!" I said cheesily.  He pretended to
clobber me upside the head.  "Right, like you could hurt me!" I laughed.

He smiled at me evily and started to tickle me.  I just stared down at
him.  "I'm not ticklish, remember?" I said calmly.

"Oh yeah," he said, sligtly disapointed.  "Well there are other ways to
get you to squirm!"

He dove under the covers and found my cock.  "Now this is one tasty
sausage," he said before swallowing me down to the root.  In seconds I
was hard, leaking precum, and moaning like a wild animal.  Indeed, I did
begin to squirm.

Unfortunately, before we could get anywhere someone started to beat on
the door.  "Who is it!?!" I called.

"It's me," came Chris's distinct voice.  "We were going to head out to
a restaurant to get some food, then find a club and do some partying!"

"We'll be out," I began, then Lance shoved a finger up my ass, "OHHHHH!"
I called out, "in a little, uhhhhh, while!" I yelled across the room and
through the door.

"Yeah, it sounds like you two are a little busy," he laughed.  "We'll
wait up for you!"  We heard his rolling laughter fade as he walked down
the hall.

As Chris's laughter faded I looked Lance in the eye, "What was that!!!"

"I'd say that it was amusing!" he said, smiling and laughing at my
reaction.

"I'm not sure what Chris thought about it!"

"Chris is Chris."

"Yeah I know.  Anyway, it did feel quite good."

"I thought you might say something like that," he smiled again.

"Well I think we'd better not keep the guys waiting.  Let's go jump in
the shower and rinse off some of this sweat.  I wouldn't want them to
leave without us."

"Oh, why not?" Lance moaned.

"Don't tempt me!"

We managed to get to the bathroom and take a shower together without
touching below the waist.  Although I will have to admit it was VERY
hard to resist the temptation.  We returned to the bedroom and searched
through my drawers looking for something to wear.  I choose a pair of
silver, leather pants and a cobalt blue shirt. . . oh yes, and a pair
of burgundy silk boxers.  Lance grabbed some stripped, blue Adidas pants
and a white Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Giddy up!" he sung.  I leaned over and silenced him with my lips.
"Oh, I like," he said sexily.  I just laughed and walked out the door
with him on my heels.  We met everyone in the living room.

Justin saw us enter.  "Oh look, it only took the lovebirds fifteen minutes
to get ready," he laughed.

"Lance must of given you a quikie," Chris added, laughing hysterically.

"Not too quick," I moaned.  Lance turned about twelve shades of red.
"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist," I whispered in his ear.

"Everybody," Justin sung, imatating the BSB.  "Let's get out of here and
headed out.  I don't know if I can take any more of this talk about those
two," he said, indicating Lance and myself.

Everyone laughed at his comment as we walked down the hall to the garage.
I grabbed the keys for a the mini-van off a rack on the wall and walked
over to the driver side.  Lance climbed into the passenger side while
the rest of the guys climbed into the back.  I started the engine and
drove out down the long driveway onto the highway.


The monitor on the far wall displayed the real-time satellite images.
If one looked closely you could see a spiky blonde-haired boy sitting
in the passenger seat of a green mini-van.

A man seated in a black leather chair seated behind a large black wooden
desk raised a remote and pressed a button.  The picture shifted;  a
brown haired individual was sitting behind the wheel of the same van.
He was laughing and smiling, obviously joking with the other people in
the van.

"Such an unsuspecting victim," the man laughed.  He turned the chair to
face several men dressed in black suits across from the desk.  "I want
you to take care of the dark haired one.  The blond is something special
to him, so you may need to use him for leverage.  Feel free to use any
methods necessary.

"If you are caught we will deny any knowledge of your existence and will
do everything in our power to make sure that the truth is not lifted.
Do you understand?"

The men nodded their heads.  "Good," the man behind the desk said.  "Very
good!"


We walked into the restaurant and were quickly seated.  This particular
restaurant was high profile so they were used to celebrities.  The guys
caused very little ruckus.

Before long a waiter had came to take our orders.  He went through the
usual speech and we all ordered our favortie dishes then sat around to
talk as the waiter rushed off to fill our orders.

"So where are we headed after this Chris?" JC asked.

"I dunno," Chris replied.  "I was thinking maybe Bran knew a good place,"
he looked at me, as did everyone else.

"Well I know a few good places, but I don't think your Press Reporter
would like it if I took you to a gay bar, altough I think you'd fit right
in!" I joked.

"Hold on here!" Joey said.

Followed quickly by Chris's protestations.  Justin merely got a sour
look on his face and JC seemed to be intrigued.

"No, seriously," I continued, after they had calmed down a little.  "I
know a few good clubs.  Do you want regular dance and sit around at a
table, or karoke, or Latin dance.  I really know them all."

"That's my babe," Lance said, smiling at me affectionately.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know all about that," Chris said.

Lance began to turn red again.  I quickly spoke up so the guys wouldn't
have time to tease Lance.  "Come on now, choose someplace our I'm gonna
drop you off in one of the black neighbor---"  My attention was captured
by someone across the room.

"What!?!" Justin asked.  Everyone looked off in the direction I was
looking.

I shuddered involuntarily.  "I HATE that bastard!" I said loudly.

"Who!?!" Joey replied.

"Leo DickCraprio!  He gives gays a bad name and that is only the begining,"
I almost screamed.

"Whoa now," Lance said, wrapping his arm around me.

"He's gay?" JC questioned.

"You can't tell," I replied hotly.

"I never really looked. . ."

I continued to stare darts in Leo's direction.  Unfortunately he seemed
to feel them and his attention flew off in our direction.  "Hell, why
did he have to be in town," I said.  "Last time I was anywhere near him
I almost broke his leg.  I don't know what I will do this time!"

His eyes locked on to the guys, and he made his way towards our table.
"What do you mean almost broke his leg?" Joey asked.

"I'm sorry I didn't!" I replied.  "I was walking down Canal street, just
finishing up a little business when I saw him walking down the sidewalk
towards me.   My stomach almost heaved at the sight and when he walked
past me I couldn't resist the temptation to stick my foot out."

"You tripped Leonardo DiCaprio?" Lance asked, astonished.

"You bet!  He fell on his face, dropped all his shopping bags and almost
broke his leg on the pavement.  I wish he had.  But enough talk, he's
coming over!  I hope I don't kill him!"

"Now honey---" Lance began but was interrupted by the young movie star.

"Hey guys!" Leo said happily.  "Who's your friend?" he asked.  He
oviously didn't recognize me from last time.  I wasn't sure if I was glad
for that or not.

"This is Bran," Lance said, his attention locked on my face, his hand
on my thigh.

Leo eyed our contact and sniffed.  I could tell he was planning something.
"Cool, nice to meet you," he said to me, putting out his hand.

"You too," I smiled sweetly.  I can be a damn good actor when I need to
be.  I bet I could give Leo a run for his money if I ever went into the
movie proffesion. Joey, JC, and Chris eyed me wierdly, amused by my
seemingly changed attitude.

"Would you all mind if I ate with you tonight?" Leo asked.

"Well. . ." Chris began.

"Sure!" JC said before anyone else could refuse.  My eyes flew over to
JC, but he was to trapped in Leo's eyes.

"Thanks a bunch," Leo said.  "Maybe we can go to a club together
afterwards," He continued, pulling up a chair beside JC, and across
from me.  I made a very loud mental groan.  Lance seemed to sense it and
he rubbed my knee underneath the table.

We ate dinner fairly quickly, we were only there about an hour and a
half.  All throughout dinner we all talked and joked.  Leo kept staring
at me, trying to get my attention.  Obviously he wanted more then just
that.

As we stood up to leave I pulled Lance aside.  "Can we talk for a minute,"
I said. It wasn't a question.

"Sure.  Guys, we'll be along in a minute, you go get in the car," Lance
said.  After the guys left he turned to me, "What is it babe?" he asked
quietly.

"I don't know what that kid's problem is, but I don't know if I can stand
him hitting on me.  You'd think he'd go for one of you, not me.  I'm
a nameless person," I said.

"Yeah, but your so damn good lookin'," Lance replied, smiling.

"And I'm all yours!  Now lets get out there before they come back in
here and annoy the managment."  We both laughed as we walked to the door
and out onto the street.

The rest of the guys, plus Leo, were standing around the van talking.
I walked around to the passenger side and unlocked the doors before
climging in and starting the engine.

When everyone had gotten in and was settled I pulled out of the parking
lot and into the stream of traffic.  "So where do we want to go?" I asked
everyone.  "And don't tell me to pick someplace that I like because it
isn't an option."

There was a short discussion in the back seats then Leo spoke up, "I
know a place," he said.  He named a club that he liked, I told him I
knew where it was and got on the freeway heading towards that part of
town.

The guys where horsing around in the back, like usual.  I was paying
more attention to them then my surrodings so I didn't notice the black
sports car following us.


I parked the van in the club parking lot then we all poured out of the
doors onto the pavement.  "Alright everybody, lets get ready to raise
the roof!" Leo yelled.  We all moaned at his behind-the-times expression.
"What?" he asked, but we waved him off.

We walked down the sidewalk to the clubs entrance.  There was a line
of people, but because of the guys prominence we were quickly pushed
to the front of the line and admitted into the club with a minimum of
hassle.

We found a suitable table and sat down.  A waiter quickly made his way
over and everyone, save Justin and myself, ordered drinks.  "Come on
babe," Lance said, "you really should get a drink, it'll loosen you up
a little bit."

"That's what I'm afraid of," I replied matter-of-factly, and moving my
eyebrows in Leo's direction.

Lance just laughed, "Somehow, given your reaction, I'm not worried!"

"Maybe you should be," I whispered seductively.

"Don't try it!" he replied.  "You'd be surprised what I learned about
torture in Mississippi!"

"I like torture," I moaned.

"Not THIS kind!"

"Oh alright, but we can try the other stuff later."  Our little reverie
was ended by Leo who came sauntering over like he owned the place.  If
there is one thing I can't stand, it is cocky blondes.  Notice I didn't
say cocks ON blondes.

"So what are you guys up to," Leo said, trying to open a conversation.

"We were just going to go out on the dance floor," I replied quickly,
then marched out onto the floor, pulling Lance behind me.  Unfortunately,
Leo followed.  We got out onto the floor and started doing our moves.
It wasn't long before I tired of it, Leo was constantly following me
around and rubbing up against me whenever he had the chance.  I got so
frustrated that I stormed off the floor.  As Lance started to follow me
he was stopped by a fan.  Leo, however, wasn't.

Just as my bottom touched the chair I heard his annoying voice.  "So
what's up between you and Lance?  Is there something going on there?" he
asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact there is!" I replied.

"That's too bad," he said, giving me a sexy grin.

"Yeah, I guess it is," I replied hotly.

"I can't wait to see the look on Lance's face when he find out that you
like me and that whatever you had with him was no more than a little bit
of sex!"

"How do you figure that!?!" I almost yelled back, restraining myself at
the last moment.

"Oh, I can read you like a book.  You don't really feel anything for
him.  You'd leap at the chance to be with me!"

"I think you forgot to learn to read in first grade," I spat at him.

"That's where you're wrong," he replied.  He came over to me, bent over
and ran his tongue into my ear.

I must admit it felt good, but when I thought of the ego-centric bastard
doing it to me I almost puked.  "I suggest you stop," I said angrily.

"Come on, you know you like it," he whispered sexily into my ear.

"Yes, I do," I whispered back, in just as sexy a voice.  "THAT is why
it makes me feel unclean," I said vehmenently.  I back-handed him along
the jaw, not too hard.

It took him several moments to figure out what had happened.  "You're
gonna regret this," he said.  "You're really going to loathe the day
that you even considered doing that to me!"  He turned around and stormed
off.  I let out a sigh of relief.

I felt eyes on my back and whipped my head around to find the source
of the feeling.  I saw JC standing at the bar, staring at me.  'Shit!'
I thought.  'I wonder what he saw?  I wonder what he thought of what
he saw?!?'  As I watched him with questioning eyes, he shook his head
slightly then moved out onto the dance floor.

I followed JC's movements as best I could, but he quickly dissappeared
behind a group of people.  I quickly searched the crowd, looking for
Lance.  After several minutes I spotted him.  He was talking with JC,
a worried expression on his face.  'Hell!' I thought. 'I'd better
straighten this out before something bad happens.'

I quickly stood and moved out into the crowd, finally making it to Lance
after weaving my way through all the people dancing crazily on the floor.
"So what did JC have to say?" I inquired.

"He asked if I had seen you and Leo talking, I told him yes and that it
worried me, which it did, I thought that he was hitting on you or
something, but I couldn't tell.  Anway, JC said that there was nothing
to fear because you slapped Leo.  What did he say to you that would make
you do that?" Lance replied quickly.

"Well," I began, "first of all, he was hitting on me.  Secondly, I didn't
slap him because he said something, he was getting kind of amorous with
my face and ear, and I didn't like it.  He'll never make the mistake
again," I sort of laugh-groaned.

"Well most people in your position would have leaped at the chance.  I'm
glad you didn't!"

"I bet you are.  But I am NOT most people, none of them have you, and
well I can't even imagine a one-night stand with that self-righteous
bastard.  I think he is too in love with himself to do anyone else any
good!"

There was a slight pause then Lance spoke up, "When was the last time I
told you 'I love you'?"

"Far too long!"

"I love you!"

"And I you James Lansten Bass!"

"Alright, lets dance!" he said enthusiastically.

We began to dance crazily.  After a few minutes I found myself seperated
from Lance and stopped to look for him.  I finally found him in the crowd.
He was talking with Leo.  I felt my blood begin to boil in my veins.  I
stormed over to them, pushing and shoving my way through the crowd.
People weren't happy, but I was in no mood to care.  "What the hell do
you think you are doing!?!" I almost yelled when I reached them.

"Lance and I were just having a good time," Leo said.  The sarcasm
dripping from his words like molasses.  I had to heavily restrain myself
to keep from compounding his face.

"Listen here," I began vehementely, "you are a little pathetic ego-manical
perve---"  I caught a sharp movement off to my side and whipped my head
around to find the source.  A man dressed in a black suit and trench
coat was pulling out a gun and pointing it towards Lance.  'SHIT!' my mind
yelled.  I jumped towards the man just as he pulled the trigger.

The gun made virtually no noise, but I felt the impact of the bullet
against my chest.  The crowd quickly parted as I fell to the ground.
Lance and, unfortunately, Leo rushed to my side, soon followed by the
rest of 'N Sync.  I heard someone in the background yelling for help,
it sounded vaguely like Chris.  Lance was looking down into my face
crying.  I hated seeing his face twisted in agony.  All I could think
about was comforting him.

I fought my body to raise my hand to his smooth face and rubbed his
cheek lightly.  "Lance. . .," I whispered before the world faded into
hollow darkness.


My eyes were being torn apart by a bright light filtering through my
clasped eyelids.  As I became accumstomed to the light I slowly opened
my eyes.  "His returning to conciousness," I heard a completely unfamiliar
voice say from somewhere above me.

It took some time for my eyes to focus on my surrondings.  I was laying
on a bed, the ceiling zooming by.  People were huddled all around the
bed.  'A hospital,' my brain registered before I passed out again.


Once again light filled my vision.  This time it was a much softer
light.  It didn't hurt my still closed eyes.  I slowly mustered up the
strength to open my eyes and gaze at the scene around me.  There was
a window across the room, it was where the light was coming from.  The
room itself was stark.  The walls and ceiling were white, I couldn't see
the floor.  A chair was sitting next to my bed.

Lance was seated on it, asleep.  He must have been sitting awake waiting
for me to wake up.  I took several moments to pull my energy together
and raise my hand and place it on his knee.  The movement made a fire
spring up in my chest.  'That's where the bullet must have hit,' I
thought.

When my hand hit his knee, Lance jerked awake.  He saw my open eyes
staring at him and he started to cry.  "Bran!  I've missed you so much!"
He rushed forward and hugged me to his chest.  I moaned as the pain
threatened to overwhelm my feeble neurons.  He quickly realized what was
happening and realeased me.

"I'm so sorry baby, I've just been so worried about you.  You've been
asleep for three days now.  I was begining to think you weren't
going to wake up at all."  He spoke so quickly the words fell upon one
another.

"I love you," I softly whispered; I couldn't get anything louder out.
"I've had worse than this, I'll be fine soon.  Don't worry about it."

Just then the door opened, admitting Chris and JC.  "Hey, he's finally
awake," Chris said.  Even his cheery mood was slightly dulled.  JC
merely stood silently.

"JC," I whispered.

"I think he wants to talk to you JC," Lance said.

"Come on Lance," Chris said, putting an arm around him an helping him
out of the room.

JC walked over to the seat Lance was sitting in and leaned close to my
bed.  "JC," I whispered.  "I lied to Lance.  I told him I would be fine.
I can feel this one, I can't live through this.  I've been shot before
but this one was too much.  But it was either me or Lance, I'd much
rather it be me."

"Bran, I hate to tell you this but that bullet was meant for Leo.  The
police caught the shooter afterwards.  He confessed to everything, I guess
hoping to lighten his sentence."

My eyes filled with tears.  Now I was going to loose Lance because I
stopped a bullet meant for a man I hated.  "I guess it is a fitting end,"
I whispered, "I lived that life so long I guess it was inevitable."

"Don't talk like that, you could still get better, the doctors will know
what to do.  You have to be here for Lance.  He can't live without you,"
JC pleaded.

"JC, I'm sorry.  I won't be here much longer.  I can feel something pulling
at me.  It is an odd sensation.  Tell Lance I love him.  And JC, please
take good care of him.  Don't let him do anything stupid."

Now it was JC's turn to cry.  "Goodbye," I whispered as the world faded
into light.


I found myself floating in the hospital room.  The pain was gone, I
didn't even realize how bad it was until it was gone. I saw JC with his
head still buried in the sheets.  The machines where blaring, printing
the flat line which we all know so well.  I sighed, or did the closest
thing to sigh in spirit form.

I lowered myself to the floor, it really is unnerving to lookg down at
everything, and passed through the door, now THAT is quite an experience.
I floated down the hall, rushing past a group of doctors, probably rushing
down to my room to check the alarm.

I soon found the waiting room.  People were sitting around, most with
looks of some degree of despair on their faces.  I heard a low din, like
lots of people talking but not loud enough to be understood.  This puzzled
me because no one was speaking.  It took me some time to realize that it
was their thoughts that I was hearing, and that by focusing on someone
I could hear them clearly, like tuning into a radio station.

I spotted Lance and the rest of the guys sitting in a corner.  Lance was
crying on Joey's shoulder while Chris and Justin talked quietly.  I
floated over to them and watched as Lance slowly cried himself to sleep.
I felt myself being drawn to him. . .


I was floating in a misty nondescript expanse.  Lance was stading several
feet in front of me with his back to me, crying.  "Lance," I said.

He turned quickly around and stared at me a moment before rushing up to
me and crying into my shoulder.  "I love you Bran, I love you!"

"Lance, I'm dead now.  I'm talking to you in your dreams.  Please I want
you to understand, I love you.  I always will.  I'll be waiting in heaven
for you.  Never forget me, please tell me you'll never forget me."

"I won't," he said, sobbing.  "I could never forget you.  You are my
angel!"

"Lance, listen to me," I replied.  "When JC comes in a few minutes to
tell you that I'm. . . dead," it was hard to force the word out, "don't
cry.  Please just don't cry.  Let him and the guys take care of you.
You'll get through this.  You'll be happy in no time.  Just please
promise me you won't do anything stupid on my account.  I love you too
much Lance!"

"I love you too, anything for you!"

"I love you Lance!"

He raised his face from my shoulder and our lips met.  The bond between
us was so much clearer here, we were touching body, mind, and soul.  We
were one being.  We were merely seperated before, we combined and enhanced
each other, both giving as much as we took.  Our souls sang a song
together.

The world began to waver and spin.  I instantaneously found myself back
in the real world watching as JC and Joey shook Lance awake.  "Lance,"
JC began, "I'm so sorry.  Bran is. . . dead.  I'm so sorry."  Tears
came to his eyes, and his body throbbed with silent sobs.

Lance didn't cry, just as I had asked him to.  "I know JC," he said, "he
told me already.  He's waiting for us. . ."


I watched the scene before me, I was crying, doing the exact thing I had
asked Lance not to do.  I felt a warmth behind me, filling my soul with
a holy pleasurable light.  "Come my child," a deep booming, but near
silent voice said, "Come!"

Before turning to answer the call I spoke:

Sometimes I walk through ailses of dim despair,
Through halls blackened, lack of hope.
Dark emotion filling up my lungs.
A star shines brightly in the distance,
Radiant, your love.
Pushing back despair,
Renewing hope long drowned.
A star,
Your life and mine,
Wrapped together, sustaining.
Where would I be without you?

As I finished Lance turned his head towards me, for an instant he focused
on my eyes.  Then the instant ended.  As I turned towards the light I
saw Lance smile and that smile flooded my mind and soul, bringing a light
to me even greater than the light into which I was moving.  I knew that
even in heaven my only complete peace would be with Lance when he joined
me.
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To Be Continued

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