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bayouskye issued a challenge based on interests which had to be completed within days. This is what she gave me.

Justin wakes up "blue". Chris is serious all the time. JC has no hair... anywhere. Joey is constantly in a bad mood. Lance gets rhythm. Crackfic

She hates me. But I've done it, and it's behind

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived five men. Now these men were friends and they loved one another – in many ways. They lived together, sang together, travelled together. As close as five people could be.

Mostly these men existed in a state of harmony, but not always. Oh no dear reader, sometimes things would go badly wrong. Our tale describes one such day, a day of disruption, harmony smashed five different ways.

It started with Justin. Like many boys his age, Justin had, shall we say, minor faults. Used to getting his own way, he’d pout when denied. Usually this pout was used to no avail, and in fact, often became trapped between the thumb and finger of his friends.

Young Justin would scowl at those times, stomp away to practice emo tears as he lamented about how hard his life could be. These sessions usually lasted only minutes, for Justin wasn’t naturally a sulky child. No, usually he was sunshine itself, romping happily at work and play.

Sadly on this day an unearthly energy was watching. Observing with mean eyes and a blackened heart. He saw young Justin fling himself on his bed, muttering to himself how he was blue.

Oh dear reader. How Justin regretted those words.

A great shriek rang through the house. Shocked, the others ran to Justin’s aid, all except JC who had problems of his own. A cheerful man, he approached life with a heart of love. However, like everyone in this world, he had his faults. Truth be told, they were minor, but the watching energy was an ugly beast, in both mind and corporal form, and he hated vanity most of all.

Which resulted in poor JC finding himself quite hairless. Not one hair remained on his body, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Naked, he stumbled to his dresser, hair products of all kinds tumbling to the floor as he ran his hands across smooth legs, his head, his groin.

Poor JC. Pulling a sheet over his head, draping it carefully around his body, he fled for the door.

You may wonder who he sought. The fact is dear readers; he needed Chris, for in JC’s mind, Chris could solve any problem. But nothing in life is that simple, of that we now know.

The fact is Chris had problems of his own. A gay type of man, full of mischief and fun, he had ran when he heard the scream, then stood bent double with laughter on seeing the unfortunate Justin’s state. It was a reflex action, for Justin was blue, and Chris wiped tears from his eyes even as he plotted what to do. For he loved young Justin, and could never wish him permanent harm.

However, the watching being saw none of this, saw only the laughter, and such amusement wouldn’t do at all.

In that moment Chris changed, and oh, what a disastrous change it was! His eyes lost their sparkle, his mouth smiled no more as he pushed Justin toward the shower. The scene was terrible to behold. Justin shivering under the spray as Chris explained at length how being blue wouldn’t do.

What he wanted was gather Justin in his arms, gently mock his tinted skin and as a group decide what to do. Instead he was mired in figures, problems marching through his head, cold as he felt his laughter, his happiness drain away.

Alas, it would only get worse. For JC came seeking comfort, fleeing when Chris offered advice about wigs, his arms aching to hug all the while.

I ask you to think of that house gentle reader. Justin crying in the shower, Chris bereft of laughter, and our poor traumatised JC. The being cackled with glee at the trouble it had caused, and it hadn’t finished there. Oh no. There remained two men, and alas, Joey was next on its list.

Joey lived to smile. He loved to gather people in his manly arms and swing them around. Cooking was a joy and he spent hours talking each day. He was everybody’s friend, and was loved by many. All fine qualities you’d say? Sadly, the being didn’t agree, and Joey was changed, a great anger engulfing his body.

Roaring his ire, he smashed mugs to the floor, kicked at the bathroom door as Justin cowered and Chris attempted to calm the raging Joey down. But sensible words about unwarranted anger fell on deaf ears, and Joey continued to stamp and sneer, his mouth twisted into a snarl.

Inside Joey was his usual gentle self, trapped within a raging body, horrified as he pushed Chris to one side and snatched the blanket from JC. Memories full of surprised expressions and hidden fear, Joey fled to the garden, kicking out his frustration on an innocent tree.

Which leaves only one man, and you may think the being had him pinned under his beady gaze. Oh gentle reader, you’d be wrong, for there’s a twist in this tale.

Wandering the house Lance nodded approval to the chaos that surrounded him, for all along this had been his plan. You see, Lance wanted rhythm, and had achieved that in the most villainous of ways. He bade the being goodbye with a cheery wave, then gathered up the others.

His friends around him, Lance preened, showing off his rhythm in his own special way. He didn’t dance, oh no, what he wanted was enough to make this innocent narrator blush.

He wanted JC on the floor, in touching distance for Lance loved the feel of smooth skin. He wanted Chris on his knees, still for once as Lance took him from behind. While in turn Joey used his anger to thrust hard, making a most satisfactory chain.

What’s that you ask? What about Justin? Well, Lance though he’d look funny blue is all.