A/N: Okay, so this is where it gets a bit hard to handle. You can skip over and I'm fairly sure you'll still be able to figure it out. When you see:

It starts and when you see it again, it's over. I will say that it is not rape. I don't really know how bad it is, it's more of a just in case type of thing.

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Jeremy woke up when Vincent began peeling his pants down. With a rush of adrenaline he pulled away, rolling off the bed.
"We still have two hours and you are not leaving here until I have you." Jeremy set his jaw and stood, pulling his pants as high as they would go and zipping them back up. He buckled the belt and crossed his arms across his chest, which was now too bare.
"No," he said slowly, enunciating carefully. Vincent stood slowly.
"Have you forgotten the rules?"
"No," Jeremy paused, "sir." Judging by the vein that began to pulse in Vincent's neck, he was not amused. Jeremy wasn't scared. It sounded stupid and it probably was. But he couldn't give in. He couldn't. He didn't know where the line was, what the difference was between Vincent and Tyler. Sure he'd known Tyler for years but if anything that should produce the opposite effect. It didn't make sense. But he supposed as Vincent drew closer, it was what it was. He scrambled up and across the bed, desperate for escape. "Can't you just accept that I don't want you?" he questioned spinning and facing Vincent as he got ready to move again.
"I don't have to accept anything, that's what I'm paying for. Accept that this is happening." Jeremy kept scrambling around the room as Vincent chased him. "I can make it good for you if you stop now."
"You can't possibly make it good for me."
"You don't know that."
"I do," Jeremy shot back, going still as Vincent did.

Vincent placed his hands on his hips and huffed out a breath. He tilted his head at Jeremy as he stared.
"The longer you run, the worse it will be."
"Doesn't matter," Jeremy clenched his teeth, "I'll never give in to you."
"Last chance," Vincent said. Jeremy didn't reply right away, partly to stall and partly to make Vincent think he was thinking about it. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.
"I'm going to have to say…no." Vincent moved sideways to the phone. He picked up the receiver and pressed a button before hanging back up. "That's not exactly playing fair, is it?"
"I get what I want Jeremy." The door slapped open and three men entered. Jeremy didn't bother fighting. He needed to conserve his energy for whatever was about to happen.

Two of them went on either side of him, each taking an arm. The third crossed to the far wall, pulling aside a red curtain. Jeremy's entire body went stiff; he dug his heels into the carpet. It did no good; they dragged him forward and chained him to the wall. They chained each of his arms out to the side, leaving him facing the wall. "Get out," Vincent said. As soon as Jeremy heard the door close Vincent pressed against his back. Jeremy flinched into the wall. "Every time you say no, it means more," he whispered. Yanking Jeremy's hips back he undid the belt and slid it off. Letting it drop to the floor he went forward again and yanked the jeans down. Jeremy bit his lip to stop from crying out. When the first hit of the belt landed across his shoulders he tasted blood. He closed his eyes against it, clenching his fists, and thinking of Tyler being restrained by the belt rather than the current use.

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Tyler paced the room. There was no distraction. He'd been up all night. Every time Sofia even made a sound he leveled a glare until she fell silent again. At times he swore the clock wasn't even moving. Any other time he would have gone to the bar but he worried when Jeremy returned he would need him. He had to be sober, just in case. He couldn't really think about what might have happened he didn't want to. He could only hope that Jeremy came back in one functioning piece. It was almost over. He'd be almost as happy to send Sofia packing as he would to get Jeremy back. He didn't understand her, he hated the fact that she'd nearly seduced him, and he was terrified of the ideas she'd presented. If it hadn't been for Jeremy he would have slept with her in a second. But then he'd stopped himself. And it wasn't just because he was worried about Jeremy. He actually wanted Jeremy instead. It was a problem. If he couldn't quit Jeremy Gilbert now, what were his chances later? Part of him was glad he couldn't quit, didn't want to anyways. That was the part that scared him. Every 'relationship' he'd ever been in he had been in control. He didn't need to see them; he didn't need to touch them. He was the one that called it quits. It wasn't that way with Jeremy. He continued pacing, running his hands over his head. Maybe he just wasn't smart enough for all of this relationship shit. He'd have to ask Jeremy when he got back. At the thought Tyler smiled. Jeremy had always been smarter than him, in an annoying way.

Sofia shifted before lifting herself up and plopping back down on the bed.
"Can I-"
"No," Tyler snapped, cutting her off.
"I just-"
"No."
"I just want to talk. I won't try to sleep with you again. I promise."
"You clearly have an issue with the word no."
"Only because I know you won't do anything about it," she said quirking an eyebrow. "Plus I'm dead bored."
"Well maybe I'm too anxious to talk right now."
"You are so in love with him," she sang.
"I have never hit a girl in my life. Don't make me start now." Sofia just shrugged before hugging her knees.
"Don't understand what's so great about this guy anyways," she muttered after another moment.
"Sofia," Tyler replied, "there is not enough time in the world to make you understand."
"Whatever you say," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Aren't you supposed to be quiet and well behaved?" Tyler demanded.
"Hey, I have to get it out around someone who's not going to beat me bloody."
"People actually do that?" She shrugged again.
"Some do, some don't." Fear gripped Tyler's throat.
"Does yours?" Sofia was silent for several minutes.
"Sometimes," she finally whispered.

Tyler put his head in his hands and slid down the wall into a crouching position. He clenched his teeth before forcing himself to breathe. This couldn't be happening. Not Jeremy. Not his Jeremy. Sofia got off the bed and kneeled in front of him.
"I'm sure he's fine," she said, taking his hands in hers. "Vincent only gets violent when he doesn't get what he wants. Any good slave knows when to smile and say yes." Tyler clutched Sofia's hands in his.
"You don't understand. He's not a good slave. He was never a slave."
"It'll be okay," Sofia murmured, dropping his hands and hugging him the best she could. Tyler hugged her back, closing his eyes tightly.
"God, I can't breathe, I can't breathe."
"Shh, shh. Everything will be fine."
"If something happens to him, I'll never forgive myself." Sofia pulled back slightly, holding his face in both hands.
"You listen to me Tyler. This is not your fault. No matter what happens. There is nothing you could have done." She stood and pulled him up. "Why don't you go take a hot shower," she glanced to the muted TV, "there's still another forty minutes. You'll want to be relaxed when he gets back." She went into the bathroom and turned the shower on before pushing him in and closing the door. Eyes tight with the urge to cry, Tyler stripped and got in. The distraction was not nearly long enough. Much as he tried not to think, he found the task impossible for the first time in his life. Tyler had thought he'd become very good at blocking things out. Another rule Jeremy somehow slipped under.

He got out of the shower and dressed in the same clothes before leaning against the wall and sinking down again. He put his head in his hands and waited. Finally there was a soft knock at the door.
"It's almost time." He stood silently and exited the bathroom. He paced restlessly. When Tyler thought he'd lose his mind in the next second, a louder knock sounded. He ran to the door and yanked it open. Jeremy stood between two huge men. He stepped into the room and smiled slightly. Tyler let out a sigh of relief before yanking him into a hug, crushing Jeremy's body to his.
"I'm okay," Jeremy whispered, "I'm okay. I'm here with you."
"Jer," Tyler pulled away slightly, "why is your back wet?"
"I'm okay…" Jeremy repeated weakly, "with you." When Tyler lifted his hands they were red.
"Jer?" He didn't respond, collapsing in Tyler's arms.

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