Title: "Lockdown Get Down" (2/2)
Author: FatJoey
Email: fatjsteel@ureach.com; send feedback on list or private.
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fatjoey, and http://www.livejournal.com/users/fatjoeyfic
Rating: NC17
Fandom: NSync / "OZ" xover
Pairing: Justin Timberlake/Chris Keller
Date: February 4, 2001 (Part 1) September 2, 2002 (Part 2)
Archive: Yes, but give me a holler. Archived at popslash.com and http://www.boybandfic.org.
Series: I highly doubt it, but I may make a career out of crossing people with Keller
Category: Slash, RPS
Disclaimer: Okay, this is just my own little fantasy and not meant to offend or interfere with any copyrights or anything.
Summary: NSync is dumb enough to visit Oswald State Correctional Facility. We pick up where we left off, with Justin lost in the middle of a prison riot.
Dedication: For Debra Joy and Connie Linck, whose respective constant and then recent encouragement got me to finally finish this damn thing! By the time you read this, Deb, you'll probably be a mother (and I mean that in a good way)!
Warnings: Well, after all, it's prison, it's OZ, so what do you expect? If you hate RPS, don't read. If you hate xovers, don't read. If you hate boybands, don't read. If you're afraid of a little rape and roughed up scenes, don't read. What the hell -- why not read it anyway?

"We can't leave here," Murphy cautioned the white-faced, wide-eyed members of Nsync. They were all clearly worried about their bandmate. "Your friend is with Johnson. I'm sure he'll be okay."

The look on Chris Keller's face could only be described as a "smirk," one of fandom's favorite ways to allude to the small smiles on the faces of their boyband favorites. Keller's expression obviously meant he did not agree with Murphy's assessment of Justin's safety. For some reason Joey Fatone found Keller the more credible of the two in the current situation.

"We gotta do something, Officer. Justin won't know what to do. He'll be scared. And, man, he's worth a lot of money to a lot of people." Joey faced Murphy, trying to sound convincing.

"I can't leave here. I have to stay and protect you."

Keller's chair squeaked as he stood up and moved toward the door. "You stay. I'll go. I know my way around."

"Absolutely not, Keller. Sit down."

"Hey, why not?" Chris asked, jumping up. "He could probably get Justin right back. Nobody's gonna mess with him!"

Keller winked toward the dark-haired Kirkpatrick. "You got that right, sweetheart," he said.

Murphy made an exasperated sound. "Don't be ridiculous. I can't allow Keller to run around outside Em City in the middle of a riot! My ass will be roasted."

"If something happens to Justin in here, this whole prison will get roasted by the media," Joey argued. "I'll bet whatever happens, you'll feel the heat."

"That pissant Johnson won't be able to take care of his own ass, much less that pretty singer's. You got a problem, Murphy," Keller warned, looking pleased at the c.o.'s predicament.

Murphy seemed a little desperate, his florid complexion flushing even more. He rubbed his temple, staring at the muscled inmate. "All right! You go, Keller. But I warn you, if you get out there and cause more trouble, I'll bust your ass back to Unit B so fast you'll get rugburn on your balls! I mean it."

"I'll go with him!" Joey shocked himself by saying.

JC moved toward Joey, his face white. "Are you sure? What if you guys run into trouble?"

"We're already in trouble," Joey answered. "I just feel like I better go, to help somehow." He glanced toward Chris, hoping Kirkpatrick would be able to get across to JC and Lance that he was just as worried about the idea of Keller alone with Justin as the thought of Justin lost somewhere in this hellish archipelago.

Chris nodded. As expected, he got it. "It's okay, JC. Let him go."

"This is so fucked!" Murphy said, shaking his head. "I knew I should have called in sick today."

"There's always tomorrow, Officer," Keller said, grinning at the Irish guard. "Maybe."

"Get out and get that kid -- and I mean it, Keller!" Murphy ordered.

Joey followed Keller out of the interview room and found himself padding behind the surprisingly catlike man as they made their way down a deserted corridor. "Where the hell are we going?" he called in a whisper.

Keller turned around. "Shut the fuck up! We're going to the nearest bathroom. Where else? Didn't the kid need to piss or shit or something?"

Joey nodded at Keller's back and strained to keep up. He glanced quickly to his left and right, as if he expected to be suddenly grabbed by animated trees with spindly limbs for arms. Well, this was Oz after all . . . Even if they weren't being pursued by the Wicked Witch of the West, Joey had no doubt that the prison inmates would love to knock Justin out of his ruby red slippers.

Keller pointed ahead of them, a finger pressed to his tight lips. The bathroom. Was Justin still inside?

"Listen," Keller hissed.

Joey strained to hear a sound. When he finally did, the hair on the back of his neck literally ruffled. The sound was a plaintive, hoarse scream. It was clearly coming from the bathroom, but Joey couldn't be sure if it had come from Justin. He stared at the calm, grim face of his companion.

"You go in first," Keller ordered in a whisper. "Knock the door open all the way, in case somebody's behind it. Make noise -- yell your fucking head off. It'll distract whoever's in there. For all I know, Johnson's the one putting the moves on your friend. It happens all the time in here. It doesn't matter who it is -- just get their fucking attention. You bust in, then run out. I'll wait here for whoever chases you." Keller took a breath, as though he weren't used to saying so much at one time. "Just don't get grabbed yourself," he added ominously.

"You think that was Justin screaming?"

Keller stared at Joey, not answering at first. "What do you think?" he finally said.

Joey shrugged. Another scream, this one more shrill, sounded through the thick bathroom door.

"I'm going," Joey announced, mouthing the words with no audible sound.

Keller nodded.

Joey took a deep breath and slammed the bathroom door open, letting out a loud yodel as he ducked into the room. He tripped over something and went hurtling forward, nearly losing his balance.

"What the fuck?" said a huge black man, looking up at Joey's flailing form.

Joey righted himself, taking in pieces of the impossible scene before turning to run back out. Two black men -- evidently inmates -- were bent over something against the wall that held the urinals. That "something" appeared to be a naked Justin Timberlake, although he looked nearly unrecognizable to Joey. His eyes were huge and glazed and there was something wrong with his head, but Joey didn't have time to take it all in. Luckily the bathroom door had caught on something -- the prone body of what appeared to be the young guard, Johnson -- and stood open. Before the larger of the men could reach up and grab him, Joey deftly spun around and ran out, hopping across the unconscious guard.

"Get 'im!" said one of the men.

Joey's heart thumped as he skidded into the corridor. He ran past Keller, who was pressed hard against the wall.

When the dark head emerged from the open door, Keller's arm shot out and clothes-lined the man's neck. Startled, the inmate stopped and reached for his injured throat, and Keller turned and slammed his head into the concrete wall.

Joey had never heard anything like the sound of the man's head hitting that wall.

The inmate crumpled. Keller reached down and pulled at something still clutched in the man's fist -- some kind of weapon. Without bothering to look back at Joey, he ran into the bathroom. Joey followed, purposely not looking at the staring face of the obviously dead inmate. This time he remembered to step over the form of the (hopefully still living) guard.

Keller was crouched, facing the other inmate with the small, wicked-looking knife in his left hand. The man made an arc with the weapon, moving slowly back and forth. Joey stood awkwardly behind him.

"Get off him, bitch," Keller ordered. "Now."

The inmate stood up, his open pants revealing a partially swollen penis, chocolate colored and slick with fluid. Joey was both sickened and fascinated by the sight, wondering if they had been too late to save Justin from being raped. The man grinned, dark lips parting over widely spaced white teeth.

"You want a piece of this?" he asked.

Joey strained to see Justin behind the two muscular men. Was he all right? For Chrissake, was he alive? Keller and the black inmate now seemed to be doing a strange sort of dance, testing one another's reflexes, both armed with what must be "shivs." The bobbing cock of the one man added an even greater sense of unreality to the scene. Joey couldn't get a clear view of Justin.

"That's mine, asshole," Keller said. "If you get out now, I won't cut you."

The inmate smiled again and shook his head. "You're gonna have to cut me, then. Because this boy is all mine."

Joey thought he recognized the man, but he couldn't be sure. He had tried not to stare at any of the men they had seen in either of the prison units, but there had been a lot of leers and comments as they walked through. No doubt this man had seen Justin earlier and had been delighted to trap him in the bathroom. Or maybe it was just common practice to go rampaging around, raping and pillaging. At this point, it probably didn't make a difference.

"Then I'll cut your dick off first," Keller said. "And after I stuff it in your mouth, you can practice doing a blow job on yourself."

Joey thought he saw a glimmer of uncertainty in the other man's eyes, but it was impossible to be sure. Only Keller knew if he was making any progress, and both Joey and Justin's safety depended on his correct assessment.

"We can share," said the inmate, showing what Keller appeared to think was a momentary sign of weakness. At that instant, Keller pounced, raking the shiv down the arm that held the man's knife. It dropped on the floor as the black inmate grabbed at the open wound. Keller kicked it into a stall.

"Now get the fuck out of here, or I'll finish what I started," Keller said.

There was a moment where no one seemed to know what the man would do, including the inmate himself. Then he managed another grin and reached down to fasten his pants.

"Well, what the fuck. Enjoy. I guess I had enough."

Joey felt a sinking sensation as he heard the brag that this inmate had already raped his friend. He hoped it was just an empty boast, but something told him it wasn't. As the man walked past them, Keller reached out and sideswiped the inmate's head with a balled fist, grunting with the effort. The man went down.

"Couldn't let him go. He'd bring his friends back here," Keller explained. "Shut that fucking door right now and use that guard's body to brace it."

Joey complied, using his foot to push the guard aside, still holding out hope that the man named Johnson was alive. Keller moved to where Justin lay propped against the wall.

Joey sucked in his breath when he got a good look at Justin. He was naked, his legs splayed open, covering his crotch with a hand clutched protectively around his private parts. His face was white and slick with sweat. There was a dark smear on one leg.

It was the top of his body that had looked so strange to Joey when he got that momentary glance. Now he saw why. One side of Justin's head just above the ear had been scraped, evidently with one of the shivs, leaving a swath in his famous curls that went clear to the scalp. It was like some kind of weird one-sided fade, leaving Justin looking completely off-kilter.

Keller squatted down and faced Justin. "You hurt?" he asked.

Justin focused on Keller, his eyes showing a certain relief. He nodded.

"He fucked me," Justin said, and Joey felt his hands go cold.

Keller moved closer slowly. When Justin didn't pull away, he got close enough to obscure the young man from Joey's sightline again.

"Find his clothes," Keller ordered. Joey looked around the room, but couldn't see a sign of Justin's clothes.

"There in the toilet," Justin said. "One of the guys took a piss on them."

"Get the guard's pants, then. Hurry up."

Joey bent over the body of the guard, recognizing instantly it was, indeed, a body. When he turned the man over, he saw he had been stabbed in the throat and had bled out into his own clothes.

"They're bloody," Joey said.

"Just bring 'em here."

Joey fought at holding down his breakfast as he unfastened the dead guard's slacks and pulled them down. It was difficult work, both physically and emotionally, and he found himself sweating with the effort. The pants were wet from more than blood, and Joey couldn't imagine asking Justin to put them on.

When he took the soiled slacks to Keller, Joey stood back a little, for some reason not wanting to get too close to Justin right away. He felt like his friend needed some space, needed some time to cope or focus or whatever a person needed after an experience like this.

Keller seemed oblivious to the sensitive nature of the moment. He sniffed the pants and pushed them back at Joey. "He pissed in them," he said. "We'll get something else."

Joey tossed the pants aside.

"Did you close that door?"

"Yeah," Joey answered, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the cold floor. "Jesus Christ."

Keller gave him a sharp look. "Keep your shit together," he said. "We're not out of this yet."

"I'm cool."

Keller turned his attention back to Justin. "You bleeding?" he asked, obviously noticing the blood on Justin's leg.

Justin shrugged. "I can't feel anything. It just throbs."

"Yeah, I know that feeling," Keller said. "And not the good kind of throbbing."

"I feel like something's hanging out of me."

"Lemme' see," Keller ordered. "If you're bleeding, we need to get you to a doctor. You could be hurt pretty bad."

Joey closed his eyes as Keller did some kind of ersatz examination of Justin's backside. He could hear his friend's quick intake of breath and he imagined he could feel some of his pain. After all, it wasn't like he had never had a prostate exam. But he knew this was very different.

Fucking JC and his stupid ideas, anyway. He wished the idiot were in the bathroom with them right now.

When Joey opened his eyes, Keller was staring at his own finger. "You feel okay to me, but you should have a doc scope you when you get a chance. You're not bleeding inside. You may have bled a little or gotten some of the guard's blood on you."

Joey looked quickly away again, swallowing.

Keller went on talking. "The first time I was fucked it was by a brother," he said. "A guy pulled him off me before he could do any real damage. I owed that guy, and it really fucked me up later."

"I owe you," Justin said in a husky voice.

"No way. It just fucks you up to owe somebody."

"He could have hurt me worse. He would have probably killed me."

"Yeah," Keller agreed. "But he didn't. And it was your pal here that did most of the work, really."

Justin looked over at Joey, who allowed himself to meet his friend's eyes. "Thanks, man," Justin said.

Joey smiled sheepishly. "I had no idea what the fuck I was doing," he said.

"You never do."

A groan from Justin's rapist warned them he might be rousing. Keller glanced toward him. "I could have killed him, but I didn't see any point. Two other guys are already dead."

"And all for a little concert," Justin said, sighing.

"I got you guys to come here in the first place," Keller said. "It's my mess."

Keller stood up and approached the black inmate. He kicked at him. "You want him?" he said to Justin. "I'll hold him for you if you want to get some back. He's still out, but I could wake him up."

Justin looked startled, the strange gully in his hair giving him an almost clown-like appearance. "What?"

"You want to cut him? Fuck him? Take a piss on him?"

Justin looked thoughtful. Joey watched his face, amazed at the thought of Justin getting some kind of revenge on his attacker. It was inconceivable; but then, the whole experience had been surreal to this point . . .

Justin shook his head. "No. Maybe you can do it for me later."

Keller nodded. "When the time's right," he said.

"Tell me about when you got raped," Justin said, sitting up and letting go of his genitals. "Man, I need to piss." He stood uncertainly and faced one of the urinals. "I don't know if I can," he said.

"Give it a minute. Your ass is telling your dick not to let go just now. Try to relax."

Great, Joey thought. This guy is giving pissing advice now. In a minute he'll probably have some advice on the best way to rape a guy and then how to shank a guy.

Justin sighed as he finally was able to urinate. "Man," he said, "that feels good."

Keller sat down on the floor, his back to the wall. "I got the shit beat out of me when I was fucked the first time. I was just a kid in lockup, and I didn't know my way around. It's not by accident that we hit the gym so hard."

"I guess you don't get raped anymore," Justin said.

"Well, I get fucked and I fuck guys. But now it's for the fun of it. I usually don't do it to hurt somebody anymore."

"Fun?" Joey said as a question.

"Yeah, fun. Don´t tell me you pretty boys don't like to play with each other. With those high voices and all that singing?"

Justin laughed. "You're not the only one who thinks that," he said. He swallowed and looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's what he called me. Pretty. He said he wanted some of my curly hair to keep as a souvenir."

"I'm afraid he got it," Joey said, trying not to stare at Justin's scalp, wondering how one of their hairdressers would fix it.

Justin walked to the long mirror over the sinks. "That's nice," he said sarcastically, staring at his naked reflection. He stood for a long time, studying himself. "I don't really look that pretty, do I?"

Keller shrugged.

Joey felt any answer would be out of place.

"Gimme' that knife," Justin said suddenly.

Joey gaped at him, alarmed.

"Why?" Keller asked, obviously as curious if not concerned as Joey was about why Justin wanted a knife.

"Hand me the fucking knife," Justin said coldly.

Keller stood up and approached Justin. "Sure. Why not?" He handed the shiv to Justin.

Joey and Keller watched as Justin hacked away the rest of his curls. He sawed with the knife, dropping handfuls of fuzzy hair to the bathroom floor. The result was somewhat ragged, but much improved.

"When he stuck it in," Justin said, "it hurt like hell. It felt like I was on fire or something. It didn't feel like he was ripping me, really. But it burned."

"He had a little dick," Keller commented. "Lucky for you. Most of these bucks have big ones."

"He said he was going to fuck my ass, then make me suck him. He said I'd be able to taste my own shit."

"J., give it a rest," Joey said.

Keller shook his head at Joey. "Let him talk."

Justin faced Joey, his close-cropped head giving a hard edge to his facial features. Joey wondered how much of his 'new look' was the result of the hairstyle or the experience itself.

"I'm just telling you what he said," Justin told Joey. "That's all."

Keller approached Justin and cupped his head with a large hand. "You are a very pretty man, but I like you better without the curly hair." He pulled Justin's face toward him, and Joey nearly jumped to his feet to protest.

"I'd like to fuck you myself," Keller said. "But I know how to do it so you'd like it. With that hair, I might even let you fuck me."

Joey couldn't believe that Justin was smiling at the man! As Keller pulled him close, had Joey gotten a glimpse of the early stages of a Justin boner?

"I might do it," Justin said. Keller's mouth closed over his, and Joey could see their tongues working under the surface of their respective skins. He suddenly felt very tired and more than a little nauseous.

"You're a good kisser," Keller said when they pulled apart. Don't tell me you never kissed another man. Or a boy."

Justin smiled. "I never said I didn't."

Keller nodded.

Just then another siren sounded, sending a shockwave through Joey. What now?

"Lockdown's over," Keller announced. "They'll be coming to get us."

"Jesus Christ. Thank God," Joey said in a somewhat whiny voice. He was getting close to the edge.

"Take it easy," Justin told him in an even tone. "Just gimme' your jacket so I can cover myself. And don't say a word about this to anybody, Joey. I mean it. I'll go to my own doctor and get checked out. But I don't want the guys to know what happened. JC would never forgive himself." Justin's eyes bore into Joey's face. "You guys got here in time, right?"

Joey nodded, glancing at Keller. Then he took off his suede jacket and handed it to Justin. Justin folded and wrapped it around him like a loincloth. By the time the SERT team arrived, only Justin's strange garb gave any clue that he had experienced anything out of the ordinary, aside from watching the inmates attack the guard and Keller come to the rescue.

The joy at the reunion of the band was nothing to the relief on the face of Tim McManus when he learned that the singer was safe and unharmed. McManus stared with suspicion at Keller, who had asked an inmate named O'Reilly to get a pair of pants and a wifebeater for Justin to wear out of the prison. Keller looked pretty damned innocent, and Joey realized as he watched him that the man had many faces, and it would probably take a lifetime to see them all (if you managed to live through it, that is).

"That's a great new look," Chris said enthusiastically. "It's gonna shock our fans. But it'll be great once we get it shaved up nice and even."

"Yeah, Justin. It looks okay," Lance agreed, obviously trying to be positive.

JC frowned. He had been growing his own hair longer, and he clearly didn't approve. "Imagine attacking someone so you can cut his hair!"

Justin just shrugged, the tight white t-shirt baring his muscular shoulders and making the move that much more impressive. Joey had to admit it was a good look. Yes, it would shock the fans. But they would be a hell of a lot more shocked if they knew the whole story.

Once the singers had sat in Warden Glynn's office and assured him that they would give a positive account of how the c.o.s and even the inmates had helped them during the lockdown, they were finally allowed to leave Oswald State Correctional Facility.

Joey breathed a sigh of relief when they walked through the gates. He finally really knew what it meant to 'suppress a shudder' as they walked to the limo. He had never been more pleased to leave anywhere, even when they had been booed while singing the national anthem and had to walk out of a huge athletic stadium. Even the rowdiest crowd had never left the impression that the group was lucky to get out alive!

Justin was walking slowly, lingering a little. He stared back at the large facility surrounded by the high fence.

"Guys, we ain't in Kansas anymore," he said to no one in particular. Then he turned around and grabbed JC's arm, pushing him roughly into the limo. JC looked a little surprised, but he settled down on Justin's side of the car and didn't protest at all when his friend pressed his body close.

Joey watched them for a while, avoiding Chris' sharp gaze; then he focused his attention out the tinted limo window, willing his mind to go blank. No, this sure as hell wasn't Kansas. And Justin Timberlake could never be called "Dorothy."

The End