Sorry this took so long. I've been busy with school and assorted other things. But I'm back in the saddle again. This isn't a full chapter, its to continue with chapter eight, because this should have been part of that chapter...Sorry!
Official Disclaimer: I do not know N*SYNC nor do I know anyone who does know them. This is fiction. Not based in any truth.
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Chapter Eight Point Five: A Thin Line Between Love And Hate
Lance raised himself and wiped his mouth before saying, "No you don't. You want me."
Justin shuddered and attempted to argue, "How dare you? You have no idea what I want. You are a sick, twisted asshole, and I don't know why you are playing with me."
"I'm not playing. I've been perfectly clear. I want you and I know you want me. What the hell is your problem?"
"I DON'T LOVE YOU" Justin screamed with fury.
"So what? I don't love you either. This isn't about love. This is about sex. You want it...and I can give it to you. So stop fighting it."
Justin curled up on his side and spoke quietly but succintly into his pillow, "Get out of my house, now."
"Fine, I'll go for now, but I'll be back. I'm going to have you, and we both know it."
Lance left, slipping into his clothes quickly and quietly.
Justin sobbed into his pillow, and knew that he would succumb to Lance soon. He was torn up inside by the knowledge that Lance didn't love him, because he really did love Lance. He didn't know why he had lied to Lance, but now he knew that he could never tell Lance the truth. He had to hold onto the tattered remains of his pride, it was all he had left. His body and soul already belonged to Lance.
TBC...