Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 17:56:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Author James <authorjames2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tales of a Real Dark Knight Chapter 15

Disclaimer: This story, though maybe not in this chapter but in subsequent
chapters, will have celebrities in it.  I have no knowledge of their
sexuality and this is not intended to imply their sexuality.  This is all
from my own mind.  Scary!!  People actually get a glimpse into my mind!!!

Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss
Whedon.  Copyright 20th Century Fox.

Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics
and Warner Bros.

X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel
Comics and 20th Century Fox.

Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry.
Copyright Paramount Studios.

I don't know for sure if I will use all the above elements, but just in
case, I have myself covered.

In this story, which has been floating around in my head most of my life,
you will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal.  I
hope you all enjoy this.  I appreciate any feedback that you may want to
give.  This story doesn't deal so much with sex, sex, sex, but more of my
feelings that I struggled with and am starting to come to terms with.  Part
of his background is mine.  I do hope that you enjoy it!!!

jmsotc@yahoo.com


Personal Note: The story line with David Gallagher and Michael Cuccione
will continue, and you can probably figure out the outcome.  Remember
earlier I stated that David Gallagher's storyline would greatly affect
Eric.  I'm sure you can guess now what it will be that will affect him.

Chapter 15 A History and Mystery Concerning Justin

	I arrived at the hotel feeling tired from my busy day.  But also
feeling content at the prospect of a career I had always wanted, as well as
getting to know Jessica's Watcher.  I went straight to the bank of
elevators and up to Justin's floor.  I found the guys sitting in the living
room talking, however, as soon as I walked in, Lance got up and left.  I
wondered if he was mad at me, but I couldn't figure out why.
	Justin greeted me with a kiss.  It was nice to have that to go home
to, even though I wasn't at home.  "I'm happy to see you."
	"I'm happy to see you, too.  So, what did you guys do today?"
	"Lot's of choreography today.  I'm so sore!"
	"Want a massage?" I offered.
	Justin's eyebrows went up as a smile flashed across his face.  "Are
you serious?"
	"Sure."
	"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand and dragging me to his room.
Once inside, he closed the door and began to disrobe.
	"What are you doing?  This is a massage, not foreplay."
	"Hey, you have your ideas about foreplay, I have mine," he said
with a grin.  "I just want to get comfortable and give you access to all of
me."
	"Hmm, that's what you say."
	We both laughed.  Justin stripped down to his boxers, pulled back
his blankets on the bed and lay down on his stomach.  I got on my knees
and, grabbing a bottle of lotion from off his bathroom shelf, began at his
shoulders massaging.  "Mmm, that feels good."

"I'm glad you are enjoying this."

"And you're not?"

"I didn't say that," I answered with a huge grin on my face.  "Actually,
I've always wanted to do this."

"Get your hands on my body?"

"Let's not talk about my fantasies, shall we?"  We both chuckled.  "I've
always wanted someone to take care of.  And who would take care of me.  So
many nights I would lay in bed wishing that someone were there with me just
to hold me, or me hold him.  Many times I dreamed it was you."

"That is so sweet of you to say."

"It's true."

My mind began to wander back to when I had just come to terms with my
sexuality.  It was such a struggle, and it should not have been.  But
religion and society programmed what everyone should think.  Movies also
play a major role, that's why it's so important that people act
responsibly.  I'm not saying censor everything, that only nice movies
should be made.  I am saying parents need to teach their children reality.
Other people are out there, people who are different religions, races,
cultures and sexual orientations.  Some of these we choose, some we do not.
Hate, fear and ignorance should be something we all fight to destroy, not
the people who are different.

I also thought of some of the guys I talked to online but never had the
guts to meet in person.  One guy talked with me every night on the computer
and started calling me "boyfriend".  He was such a nice guy, but I didn't
know him well enough to be boyfriends with him.  It's a shame because it
could have been wonderful.  But there is the difference in people.  Some
get involved quickly in relationships and others take their time to get to
know the person.  Those that jump into a relationship must be careful.  You
can get hurt very easy in a situation like that.  I've seen others do it.
I would rather get to know the person first.  A plus for me: because I did
that, I'm now sitting on Justin Timberlake's hotel bed with him lying in
his boxers on the bed and me massaging his legs.

I listened to Justin breathing and could tell he fell asleep.  I covered
him up and left the room.

In the living room, Lance sat in the dark looking out the window at the
sky.  "Nice night," I said letting him know I was present.

"Sure is," he replied.

I sat down on the couch next to him and looked out the window.  "Is
something bothering you, Lance?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since Justin and I started seeing each other, you have gotten very
distant with me. I remember how friendly you were before then.  Did I do
something wrong?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know...I guess it's just seeing how things have changed.  It's
weird."

"Like what?  What's changed?"

"Justin, for starters."

This peaked my interest.  "In what way?"

	"Well, none of us ever guessed he was gay.  He always dated girls
and enjoyed their company.  In fact, when I was worrying about if or when
to tell the guys that I was gay, I felt that he would be the one who would
have the hardest time with it. He didn't really say he hated gay people,
but he would crack jokes once in a while that clued me in to his feelings.
And the fact that he and Britney were engaged to be married...well.  Then,
we met Turic and everything changed.

"Tell me about what happened?  How did you guys meet Turic?"

"We met him at one of our concerts.  During the intermission, he came back
to our dressing room.  He said it was by accident, but...I don't know.  I
didn't really trust him.  He seemed real nice, but something about him
bothered me.  Now I know why.  We invited him to meet us after the concert.
When I came back from the showers, I caught him talking in a weird language
and holding a picture of Justin.  I couldn't figure out what he was doing
or why.

"After that, Justin broke off the engagement with Britney and Justin and
Turic got real close real quick.  It's almost like one of those 'love at
first sight' instances, like being struck by lightning.  Two days later,
Justin came out to us.  That surprised us, but gave me the confidence I
needed to come out.  In a strange way, Turic was what I needed to come out
to my best friends.

"Justin and Turic's relationship moved very rapidly.  Turic would spend
almost every night all night.  I thought they were moving way too fast.
Justin would have scratches on his chest and back the morning after.  I
knew what they were doing.  We all knew.  Turic was just plain rough,
almost like an animal.  And now we know that he's worse than an animal.
He's a demon."

"Did any of you express your concerns to Justin about this?"

"JC tried.  Justin just dismissed it as Turic liking kinky sex.  But why
would you want to be so rough with your partner that you would want to hurt
them?  How could anyone hurt someone they love physically like that?

"The rest, you know."

"I'm surprised you guys kept your sanity."

"That's where Joshua came in.  He and JC are good friends.  He helped us
cope with what was going on.  He said that if Justin wanted Turic to do
those things, it was okay.  Just so long as it didn't turn into abuse.  He
told us to look for signs of personality change, withdrawal and stuff like
that.  The only change in personality was right after our first meeting
with Turic."

Suddenly someone talking very loudly, almost in distress interrupted us.
Lance and I both recognized it was coming from Justin's room.  We sprinted
there.  Lance flung the door open to see Justin tossing and turning crying
out in his sleep.  "No!  Get...get away!"

"He's having a nightmare!"  I exclaimed.

"He hasn't had them since Turic left."

I wanted to ask more about this, but it wasn't the time.  My boyfriend was
in distress.  I rushed to his side and tried to keep him from falling out
of the bed.  His body was thrashing about. "Justin," I said trying to wake
him without startling him.  "Justin."

"It's no good.  We couldn't wake him up before."

"Then how did you get them to stop?"

"Only Turic could make the dreams stop."

"What?"  Something inside me became even uneasier about Turic.  Only he
could stop the nightmares?  Then I remembered Lance saying he walked in on
Turic saying foreign words and holding Justin's picture.  Could he be the
cause of the nightmares?  Did he give Justin the nightmares just to be a
'hero' to Justin?  I wanted to know the answer but didn't have time to
search for them.  Not at the moment anyway.  I had other things to attend
to.

What could I do to stop the nightmare?  Or to wake him up without scaring
him?  I remember when I was younger and working at a preschool and we had a
little boy who had nightmares.  I did something that was probably not
appropriate for the school but it stopped the boy's nightmares.  I prayed
over him.  So that's what I did in this case.

"In the name of Jesus," I prayed, and, with all the faith I had in God, I
commanded the spirits to stop, to leave him alone.

Slowly, he quieted.  He eased back into a restful sleep.

Lance looked over at me.  I looked at him and we both felt relief.  I went
to the balcony and made sure the door was secure.  Then we returned to the
living room.

"How did you do that?" he asked.

"Do what?"

"Make his nightmare cease?"

"Oh."  I relayed the story of the little boy with nightmares to Lance.  He
looked at me dumbfounded, not believing me.

"I don't think I understand."

"It's not surprising.  At first, I didn't understand."

"Could you help me understand?"

	"Sure.  I'll try.  You see there are forces that work on earth that
most people don't believe exists.  Turic is a good example of that.  And
people believe in Jesus Christ, but don't realize what all He brought for
mankind.  He brought power over the devil and all his minions.  And He made
it available for us to use against the devil.  It's a war out there.  Sadly
most of humanity has blinded themselves to it."

"Interesting."

I looked over at the clock and noticed the time.  It didn't seem as late as
it was.  It was well after midnight.  "I should go.  It's very late."

"I should turn in, too.  It's been a busy day and we have much more to do
tomorrow."

"Good night, Lance.  Take it easy."

"You, too, Eric."

I left tired but alert.  I didn't want to know all this information about
Justin's relationship with Turic, but it was good that I knew.  I could now
look for signs of emotional harm done to my boyfriend.  With how we've been
though, he hadn't shown any signs of emotional damage, but who would know
until he and I became sexually active.  And I would hate to get sexually
active and bring old hurt feelings to the surface.  It wouldn't do much
good to Justin.

As I walked home, I kept thinking of Justin's nightmares and what Lance
said.  "Only Turic could make them stop."  And the fact that Turic was
holding a picture of Justin and saying foreign words, I had to go see
someone who might be able to help.  So I suited back up and returned to
Garrett's.

"What are you doing here?" Garrett asked me.  "It's 1:00 in the morning."

"I know.  But I need your help."

"With what?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, yes.  Of course."  I entered and Garrett took me to his living room,
which was gorgeous considering this was a mansion.  "Now, what is the
problem?"

I told him what had happened with Justin.  From Turic to the nightmares to
what Lance said about the picture and foreign language.  "What do you think
it could be?"

"My God.  I don't believe it!"

"You better believe it because I just battled with it!"

"Your friend is under a spell."

To Be Continued...

This one is a little bit shorter than the others.  But I wanted this
chapter to end here to keep the suspense going.  I hope you enjoy it.

In the bedroom scene with Justin and Eric, I almost had Justin completely
naked, but it isn't the right time yet for them to get physical, and I
highly doubt I will get erotic when they do.

Also, I mention in here a bit about God and Jesus Christ and such.  If you
have any questions, comments, etc, concerning it, I would be most happy to
email you about the subject.  And I hope you are not offended by the topic.

Comments about anything and everything are always welcome and appreciated!
Please share with me things that seem similar or different, or questions
you have about things expressed in these chapters.  I would love to hear
from you!