It was midnight, and everyone was over at the loft. Brian couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he was so scared.

"Maybe you should try to get some sleep, Bri," said Lindsay finally.

"I'm not sleeping til Justin is safe and sound in bed!" said Brian angrily. He called everyone over to the loft hours ago, and still no one had heard from Justin. Brian was just glad his family was willing to waiting with him for news.

"Maybe it's not YOUR bed he wants to be in right now," said Michael snottily.

"WHAT?" Brian demanded. He so was not in the mood for this right now.

"I said, maybe he doesn't want to be in your bed right now," repeated Mikey. "Hell, Brian, he could be back in the fiddler's bed right now for all we know!"

Brian was shaking as he neared Micahel. "Get the fuck out, Mikey. Just get the fuck out."

Everyone watched in silence, to terrified to do anything, while Michael slowly got up off the couch and left. Brian watched him go, then spun around angrily and stormed off to the bedroom.

"I don't know why he's pissed. Michael's probably right," said Melanie.

"Shut up, Mel," said Lindsay.

"I'm just saying. It's possible Justin left again. Hell, I would jump out the window rather than live in the same building as Brian Kinney."

"Now is not the time, Mel," said Lindsay warningly. She knew Mel had her own feelings where Brian was concerned, just like Mikey, but they both felt differently about Justin, and if he should have left with Ethan.

Slowly, Lindsay got up and went into the bedroom. She found Brian on the bed, big suprise, and sat down beside him.

"Brian."

"Just leave me alone, Lindz," said Brian. "I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

Lindsay quietly got up and left.

MEANWHILE AT ETHAN'S...

"Ethan, it has been eight fucking hours," said Justin tiredly. "When are you planning on letting me go?"

"When are you planning on realizing you don't need to go anywhere else?" asked Ethan. "We've got everything we need right here, Baby."

'Not everything.' Thought Justin. "Ethan, I have to go to the bathroom."

"What?" demanded Ethan.

"I have to go...you know," said Justin. "Ethan, please."

Ethan sighed and got up. He pulled open a drawer and began to look through it. Justin nearly screamed when something silver flashed.

"Is that a gun?" demanded Justin. "Ethan, since when do you own a gun?"

"Since I thought we might have a little trouble getting along," said Ethan. "I'll unlock the cuffs. You can go to the bathroom. Then you will come back and I will lock you in again. Is that clear?"

Justin nodded. He never really had to go to the bathroom, but he supposed he would have to do it anyway, now that his plan was foiled.

Ethan did as he said and unlocked Justin's cuffs. He kept the metal of the gun against Justin's back all the way to the bathroom, then stood there while Justin pulled out his dick and relived himself.

"I forgot how big your cock is," said Ethan thoughtfully. Justin shuddered and quickly pulled up his pants.

"Hold on there," said Ethan. He reached a hand around to the front of Justin's pants, cupping his crotch in his palm and pressing the gun hard agianst Justin's back. "So when was the last time you jerked off thinking about me?"

"Never," said Justin honestly.

"Yeah right. You used to jerk of thinking about me all the time when we were together," said Ethan proudly. "You told me so."

"I lied," said Justin. "I was always thinking about Brian."

Justin barely saw it coming. He felt the hard blow of the gun against his head and was on the ground in a heartbeat, pain shooting through his head.

"Fuck, Ethan!"

"What did I tell you about talking about Brian!" spat Ethan. "Maybe I should remind you who you belong to again!"

"No, Ethan, please," pleaded Justin. He clutched his head and felt blood. He was just glad Ethan had not shot him.

Ethan reached for the zipper of his pants and unbuttoned them. "Yes. I think a little lesson is just what you need, my love."

Justin eyed the gun helplessly. He was helpless as long as Ethan had it.

Ethan slid his pants to the floor and threw them aside. Justin closed his eyes and tried not to cry, especially when Ethan began roughly tearing at Justin's jeans. Before he knew it, Justin was naked, and Ethan was pushing into his hole.

Justin bit his lip, letting Ethan do what he wanted to him. Maybe this way, when it was all over, he could go back to Brian. All he wanted right now was to stay alive for the man he truly loved.