~Golden Phoenix I~



Joey's father was an alcoholic. And his father's father was an alcoholic. And his father's father's father died after drowning himself in wine. So, it was only a matter of time that Joey would soon fall victim to the God of Wine. Soon. It was in his genes. He was predisposed to suffer the same fate that his father and his father's father, and his father's father's father had suffered, alcoholism.

Sitting at the nightclub he often frequented whenever Nsync was in town, he downed another shot of hard liquor and then demanded another and another. He had a bad day today. Hell, he had been having a bad day all week, all month. Johnny had confronted him right before the concert tonight about his weight fluctuations. The bastard told him he was gaining too much weight too fast. He threatened to strip away his singing lines as if he had many to begin with if he did not trim down by the end of the tour. It was always about his weight problem. If not that, it was about his inadequacies as a singing tenor. If not his singing, it was about his overly flirtatious ways with fans. If not that, there was always something else. There was always something wrong with Joey. Joey was never perfect. Joey would never be perfect. Joey was a useless piece of human shit who should be thankful to have friends who would let him feed off of them because he did crap.

"Another one?" Bartender Mike asked.

No answer. Joey simply slid the glass across the bar to Mike for a refill.

"Hard day?"

"Hard fuckin' life." Joey said, downing another shot, and then throwing the empty glass toward Bartender Mike.

"You know you shouldn't drink too much. Ever since you stepped through that door two hours ago, all you've been doing is drinking."

"My father's an alcoholic. And now I'm an alcoholic. So just give me my drink, pretty boy."

Bartender Mike shrugged and refilled yet another glass of liquor. Joey drank the liquid contents of the glass as soon as the glass touched his hand. He attempted to get up, but the alcohol was affecting his motor skills and soon he found himself on the floor.

While on the floor, his eyes fell upon a ravishing woman dancing in the cage. She was a voluptuous beauty with short wavy brown locks with streaks of wild blonde. Scantily clad like all the dancers in the club, her attire left little to the imagination. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her. He want to fuck her. He was going to fuck her.

The group's flirt- the bad apple among the good mama's boys. It was expected of him. And Joey was going to live up to his expectations. Every night there would be a new conquest. Men, women, it didn't matter to Joey so long as he got laid. After all he had a reputation to maintain.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Dancer blondie leaving her cage. He pushed himself off the floor. In his stupor, he stumbled after her. He waited for her as she reclaimed her coat from the coat girl. She left the club and he followed suit. As she round the corner, he was right in her face. He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall. She struggled against his weak grip and was successfully able to push the superman off of her.

"What the fuck!" Joey tended his bleeding lip. "Do you know who I am, bitch?!"

"Fuck you!" Dancer Blondie fired back. "Just because you're Joey Fatone from *Nsync don't mean that every damn women want to fuck you. Get over your fuckin' self. You're nothing but a fuckin' piece of shit. I know what you did to Nicole. You fucked her the last time you were here and left her without saying a fuckin' good bye. Fuck you, you piece of shit!"

Piece of shit. Lou was right. He was nothing but a piece of shit. A worthless piece of shit.

"Justin. Justin."

Slowly, the sleeping boy opened his eyes wearily.

"Yeah, Josh." He whispered inaudibly.

"You feeling better?"

"A little." The boy attempted to smile weakly, but he couldn't stifle the impending cough and he coughed in his best friend's face.

"That doesn't sound too good." JC smiled back, tucking the boy under the sheets. "I'm going to get you some more of the cold/flu shit Lonnie bought earlier."

"Don't go." Justin quickly latched onto JC.

"I won't be long."

"What if you don't come back?"

"Don't be silly."

"It's 1 am, what if something happened to you. Please don't go. I'm feeling better already. Feel my head." Justin pleaded with his best friend, taking JC's palm and placed it on his forehead. "See. All cool."

"Justin, you ran out of your medication. I'm going to get Todd to come along with me and we'll be fine. We're big boys. We can take care of ourselves." JC argued. "You just rest here in bed and I'll be back shortly with your next dose."

Justin nodded as he sunk into the depths of his bed. Pulling the sheet over his head, he pressed further into the pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep despite the aches and pains of his ailing body. He had to get better for everyone. Tonight, he almost collapsed in front of a crowd of 20,000 screaming fans. He had to get better or the tour would be cancelled. For the sake of the group, Justin was determined to beat this flu.

Still heavily intoxicated, Joey had no clue how he had managed to get back to the hotel. All he remembered was when Dancer Blondie left him in the streets, a cab had pulled over. Cab driver Tom asked him if he was Joey Fatone and he answered, "Fuck, yeah! I'm the great Joey Fatone of Nsync." And the next thing he remembered, Cab driver Tom pulled him off the streets and deposited his drunken ass in the cab and drove him back to the hotel.

"What's this?" Cab driver Tom questioned, as Joey handed him a wad of twenties.

"Fee for your service."

"Keep it. The ride was already paid for. Now you get your drunken ass inside before you get into more trouble tonight."

"Yes, daddy." Joey saluted Cab driver Tom as he sped off into the night.

"Asshole. Who the fuck you think you are telling me what to do," Joey muttered under his breath as he flipped up the birdie.

He turned around and stumbled his way into the hotel. At this late into the night, even the perkiest, most cheerful receptionist wanted nothing more than to sleep. He hollered at her a few times and she ignored him, threatening to call security if he didn't get his shitty ass in his room.

A few more "fuck you's" later and Joey was on his way to his room on the fifth floor. He stumbled into the hallway. Squinting his eyes, he stared straight ahead, and then he made a right turn and headed down the hallway toward his room. He opened the door and in his stupor, he quietly closed the door, hushing himself. He staggered toward his bed when he noticed the light emitting from under the bathroom door. He tiptoed his way toward the door and pushed the door slightly. He peeked through the aperture and stared at his bandmate, his friend as he patted his body dry with a terri cloth towel. He watched with much rapture as the boy turned around and bend over to dry his legs and feet. Muscular back. Long legs. Smooth, tight ass. He found himself getting hard at the mere thought of ramming his hard cock into that tight ass. He continued to fixate on the boy as he put on his boxers and wifebeater at an excruciatingly painful slow pace.

Joey cleared his throat to warrant the boy's attention.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um.taking a shower." Justin stammered.

"I can see that."

"I was hot and Chris was using the bathroom so I came across the hall to your room to use your bathroom." Justin explained. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Joey stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "Because I'm not." Joey breathed heavily on the nape of the boy's neck. The alcohol lingering on Joey's breath left Justin feeling even more nauseated. "Justin, boy have you grown." Joey reached in between their bodies to grab hold of Justin's dick and gave it a painful squeeze. "So big."

Justin, alarmed by his friend's behavior, slapped Joey's hand and pushed him away. He watched as Joey tumbled back toward the bathtub.

"I'm going now. I am going to pretend this never happened because you're obviously drunk, again. You should rest before JC comes back. He wouldn't be too happy to see you drunk, again." Justin said, before turning around quickly for the door.

He was too slow, too late. Joey lunged toward him, tackling him to the floor. Joey quickly turned Justin over and pinned him on the floor with the weight of his body.

"Get off of me, Joey!" Justin shrieked. "Let go of me! Let go of me, Joe!" The tears finding to the surface of his face. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Justin screamed as Joey shoved his hand through the slit of his boxers to grip his phallus in a tight fist.

"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it like the little whore that you are!" Joey slammed the boy the hard against the floor.

The impact knocked Justin out momentarily as Joey proceeded to undress above him. Justin's eyelids cast over his misty blues as articles of clothing fell on the floor beside him. Soon Joey stood before him naked. Joey nudged apart Justin's legs with his foot, inching closer and closer to Justin's crotch until his foot pressed against Justin's crotch. Joey fell on top of Justin, crushing the sensitive organ between his legs with his knee upon impact. Justin yelped in pain and fought back tears. Hands and legs flailing everywhere as Justin tried desperately to gain control of the situation. Despite all the strength he had, Joey was much too strong and he empowered him easily. His clothes, the little that he wore, was ripped off his body, leaving him naked to Joey's assault of his body. The man he considered his big brother, the man he considered his best friend, sexually assaulted him as he groped him roughly, and then rammed his hard cock inside him, tearing him in half. The penetrations, rough and shallow burned him, pained him to no end. He lay on the floor, helplessly, as Joey continued to violate him for nearly half an hour. Half an hour of agonizing pain before Joey withdrew from inside him for the last time. He remained on the floor as Joey walked over him and climbed onto his bed. The lamp turned off, leaving Justin to cry in the dark. He curled up into an infantile position and wept quietly to himself until there was no more tear to shed.

Justin could hear Joey's rhythmic breathing and knew that he had fallen asleep. Not wishing to spend another second in Joey's room, Justin began to crawl his way across the room toward the door. He pulled himself off the floor and opened the door when his escape was impeded.

"Justin, oh my God!" Chris shrieked when Justin collapsed into his arms in the middle of the hallway. Chris's eyes wondered about Justin's body. Nothing stood out more than the crimson blood that covered Justin's lower body. "What happened?" Chris got down on his knees, cradling Justin's head in his hands.

"Just get me out of here." Justin managed to say. "Just get me out of here before JC comes back, please. JC can't know about this."

"Okay. Okay." Chris nodded, stripping off his flannel shirt to place it over Justin's lower body.

"Know about what?"

Alarmed, Chris abandoned Justin to floor and slowly turned around to find JC just inches away. Todd right behind.

"What shouldn't I know about, Chris?" JC demanded to know.

The firm voice echoed throughout the hall, waking up the occupants of the fifth floor. All their bodyguards emerged from their rooms to join Todd. JC stepped closer toward Chris when he noticed Justin on the floor with a flannel shirt thrown flimsily over his lower body. The once white flannel shirt now stained with Justin's blood. Chris inched away from Justin, gently resting the boy on the floor. JC moved in between the two friends and cradled Justin's head in his lap. Leaning down to place a delicate kiss on Justin's forehead, JC turned around to usher the bodyguards back into their rooms. All, but Lonnie, returned to their sleeping quarters.

"Tell me what happened?" JC asked in a whispering tone.

Justin shook his head and tried to push JC away when JC tightened his grip on Justin's arm. The shirt fell to the floor, revealing what JC had known all along. Justin's body was covered with blotches of blacks and blues. His penis was painfully inflamed. And there was blood. Blood coming from one source.

"Justin, were you raped?" JC asked.

This time Justin merely nodded, dropping to the floor in a huddled mess of tears.

"Who did this?" JC turned around to face Chris. "Who fuckin' did this to him?!"

"I don't know, JC." Chris answered. "But I found him coming out of Joey's room."

"Joey. Fuckin' Joey." JC returned his attention to the sobbing boy on the floor and squeezed his arm reassuringly before walking over him to deal with his bandmate, his best friend.

JC flung the door opened and found the bed empty. He trekked further into the suite, noticing Justin's torn clothes scattered on the floor. His eyes narrowed in on Justin's blood that had smeared on the floor.

"Joey! Where the fuck are you?!" JC yelled.

There was no answer, but he could definitely hear Joey puking in the bathroom. He flung the door opened and indeed his suspicions were true. He grabbed Joey by the hair and dragged him out of the bathroom and threw him against the wall. Joey slumped to the floor and gave out a little laugh.

"That hurt." He laughed.

"You fuckin' son of a bitch. What is it, Joe?! You haven't fucked enough people that you decided to fuckin' rape your own little brother?!" JC yelled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Justin! Justin!" JC screamed in his face. "You fuckin' raped Justin!"

"Oh, yeah. I remembered his tight little ass now." Joey laughed further.

Joey's drunken giggles threw JC over the edge and the next thing he knew he was all over Joey, pounding his fist in Joey's face until Todd and Dre rushed inside to restrain him.

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to fuckin' kill this bastard!" JC roared, struggling to free himself of the human restraints.

"JC!" Chris cried out from outside the hall.

"What is it, Chris? I need to kill this bastard first?" JC responded, still reaching out for Joey's motionless body.

"It's Justin. He's not conscious." Chris wailed.

JC rushed back into the hallway as Lonnie pushed Chris away to tend his charge.

JC cradled Justin in his arms, shaking him, trying to resuscitate some life into the lifeless body.

"Justin. Justin. Wake up, buddy. Wake up, buddy." JC cried out, pulling Justin closer to his chest.

"Someone call the ambulance!" Lonnie cried out loud.

Chris quickly got to his feet and ran back inside his room to make the desperate call to save his two little brothers.

"I need an ambulance right now."