A/N: So I know it's been forever since I last updated, but RL got in the way (as usual). But I've finally finished this, so to reward you all, here are the last two chapters.

Brian and Ethan were still arguing when the police showed up. Justin stood behind them, unnoticed.

"Ethan Gold?" one police officer asked.

When Ethan didn't answer, Justin pointed to Ethan, "that's him."

"Ethan Gold, you are under arrest for assault, harassment and threatening behaviour towards Justin Taylor. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.*" Said another police officer, whilst cuffing Ethan.

Ethan started protesting, but was dragged down the stairs before he'd managed to finish his sentence.

"Assault? Harassment? Ian claiming he's your master? Just what the fuck was going on between you and him?" Brian demanded.

"Brian, I'm tired. I don't want to-" Justin tried to beg off, not really feeling up to telling Brian everything.

"No Justin, you're going to tell me everything. Now."

"Fine. Can we at least go inside and sit down?" Justin gave it, knowing it was easier than fighting.

After sitting on the couch, the truth came out. At first, Justin loved the romanticism, the love making. It made him feel special, that what he and Ethan had was special. But after a while, Justin got bored. Got bored of the slow, tender love making, with gentle thrusting and rocking. So one night Justin tried to change it up. His attempt to fuck Ethan so hard he passed out didn't work, leading to a couple of days of awkward silence. Justin came home from work one day to find Ethan sitting on the couch, looking expectant. And that's when Master and slave were introduced. Ethan couldn't understand why Justin would want to fuck like that instead of making love, especially without talking to him about it first. And the only conclusion Ethan could come to was that Brian had trained him to expect it and even like it. So Ethan set out to "re-train" Justin, to mould him into the perfect, obedient boyfriend.

Brian sat in shock for long minutes after Justin stopped talking. He then reached out to Justin, pulling him onto his lap and holding him as tight as Justin's injuries would allow.

"And the hospital? The police?" Brian's voice didn't come out as steady as he wanted.

"I was "disobedient" and Ethan decided to "punish" me," the air quotes evident in Justin's voice, "he hit me and threw me against the wall. I thought he was going to kill me." Justin's voice was shaking and he took a gulping breath to try to calm himself down enough to continue. "But he didn't. He just left. I managed to call an ambulance, before apparently passing out, as I woke up in the hospital. I was in a bad enough state for the hospital to call the police. By the time the police turned up, Ethan had already found me and I was too scared of what he would do if I told them the truth. So I told them I'd been mugged. They took my information and some samples and left. The day I was released Ethan couldn't be there. He thought I'd do what he asked and return to the apartment. But I went to the diner and Debbie found me." Justin stopped there, exhausted after telling Brian everything. But Brian wasn't finished.

"That explains the hospital. But not why the police came here, looking for Ethan."

"I could hear you arguing with Ethan and I'd had enough. Enough of being a scared little faggot. I knew I was safe here, that you would never let anything happen to me. So I rang the police and told them everything." Justin started to sag in Brian's arms, so Brian carried him over to the bed. Lying Justin down on the bed, Brian climbed in next to him, gathering him up in his arms.

"No-one is going to hurt you again, I promise." Brian whispered into Justin's ear, who was already fast asleep.