Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 07:14:07 EST
From: BCSNB24@cs.com
Subject: This means war-1, New story {boyband section}

                                 This story is not intended for anyone
under 18. If this is prohibited in your state, do not read it. This is my
first time writing a story of this subject, so please be gentle. I would
love feedback! This story does not mean to imply anything about the
sexuality of the Backstreet boys or anyone else in the story! This is
purely fictional.

I am female, so the I don't have first-hand experience of male-to-male
sex. I hope it turned out O.K. I gave a lot of readers what they've been
asking for in this Chapter. So, without further Ado.

I hope people like this idea, once I get a little further into the story
line! Send all comments to - bcsnb24@cs.com. Thanks!


			      This means war!

Chapter-1


It's March 21, 2000.

The setting of a teen mob scene, because Nsync's `No strings attached'
album was just released. The guys were just interviewed by Carson Daly for
the hit show Total Request Live on MTV. They are heading out the building
towards the awaiting limo.

"Hi this is Thalia Decosta, were here with the crazy fans of Nsync. The
guys are slowly making their ways to their limo."



"Man, do they have to be so loud." says a tired Joey Fatone. He and Chris
Kirkpatrick had been out partying all night and was late getting up for the
interview.

"Good job Chris, you actually seemed almost awake." Lance shouted at a very
hung-over Chris.

"Don't start with me Lance, I'm not in the mood." He spouted holding his
throbbing head.  He downed his second alkaseltzer.


Lance huffed over to J.C. and Justin's conversation. He was so tired of
being the responsible one. They were both older than him and they acted
younger than Justin at times.

He stood directly behind them and thought about the aggravation of a new
tour.


"So what's going on with you two, Jus?" J.C. looked over to his best
friend.

A slow smile spread across Justin's handsome face. "I think we are finally
together. I mean he kissed me and said he'd call when they got in."

"He kissed you?" J.C. asked, shock written all over his face. The last time
he had talked to either of them they hated each other.

"Yeah, he came over, we fought, he kissed me and we spent the night
together." Justin felt his cheeks burn at the intimate details of last
week.

"You spent the night together?" J.C. screamed quietly, "how do you go from
being at each others throat to spending the night together? Weren't you the
one who told me there was no way you could forgive him for the way he had
treated you!" He glanced around to make sure no one listening.

He spotted Lance behind them, but he seemed lost in his own world. J.C. was
very worried about his band mate, he had pulled away from him in the past
couple of months.

He turned his attention back to Justin. "How did things end up like this?"

"I don't know Josh, one thing just lead to another. He started to leave,
but then he turned around and said he wasn't giving up on this and that he
was wrong. He just came over to me and kissed me. I resisted a little, but
I couldn't pull away. I've waited 3 years to have him, I wasn't going to
lose him again." Justin said with determination in his voice.

J.C. laid his hand on Justin's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. " I
know what this mean to you J, but are you sure?" He held his hand in place
as he waited for an answer.

Justin thought for a minute. "Yeah....I am."

"Then I guess a congratulations is in order." He pulled the youth into a
hug, when they let each other go, the limo pulled up.


Lance broke out of his trance and walked over to their manager, Johnny
Wright.

Chris and Joey were behind the group and still hadn't made it past the
swarm of fans.  They trudged ahead as Lance met Johnny for the week's
schedule.


Justin reached for the door handle of the white limo. "Shit, I left my
wallet in the studio.  I'm going to tell Lonnie, see if he can go in and
get it. You go ahead Jus, I'll be right back." J.C. said as he searched
through the crowd for their huge bodyguard.

"O.K. C." Justin turned back to the limo and pulled open the door. He threw
his bag on the floor, as he pushed his lower body in someone grabbed him.

He held onto the door frame trying to get away from the person. He felt
something cold touch his back. "Get in and shut up, before I shoot you."
Said a strained voice.

Justin tried again to get out of the strangers grasp.
"Help......Josh.....someone." He screamed as he felt his body being jerked
into the car.

The intruder finally pulled him into the limo and the driver took off.


At the sound of the screeching tires, the fans and the four remaining band
members turned to investigate. They saw Justin out the window as the limo
rushed up the street.

Justin got the electric window down and screamed to the stunned crowd.
"Help.....there's somebody in here." He felt a hand clamp over his mouth
and the window shot back up.

Justin swung out at the stranger with all his might, he wasn't going
without a fight. He struggled with the man until he felt the object at his
back again.

He froze, not sure what it was. He couldn't risk pissing this guy off. He
looked over at the guy who had a ski mask over his head.

"What do you want from me?" He asked with a quivering voice.

The guy just laughed slowly and deliberately.

Justin gulped as his cold hand ran along the panel looking for the
handle. He found it and pulled it up with all his strength. the door didn't
budge, so he tried again getting very flustered.

The guy laughed again, "It locks for the outside......beautiful." he
snarled at the blonde as his hand began to stroke Justin's cheek.

Justin's heart dropped, he was now beyond scared. He pulled his head away
and scooted toward the door.

"Don't be afraid baby, I only want to show you how much I love you!" He
reached down and grabbed Justin's hand.

Justin snatched his hand away and looked at the hidden man. "Look, I don't
know what your problem is, but there are a lot of people out looking for me
by now. I wouldn't do anything to get yourself in anymore trouble than you
are." He said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

The guy laughed again " What makes you think you are so important. Just
because you an incredibly hot boyband member, buttercup, doesn't mean you
any better than anyone else."

"I never said...............", something just hit Justin. "What did you
just call me?"

" I called you buttercup, buttercup." The guy smiled over to Justin.

Justin looked over with surprise "There is only one person who calls me
buttercup..............

He reached over and pulled the ski mask from the familiar face.

"........Nick!"


Well this is the first Chapter of a story I've had for a while. I had this
idea, but I just hope I can put on paper how it appears in my head. All
feedback would be appreciated and returned. Thanks for reading!

E-mail me, good or bad at- bcsnb24@cs.com