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While Jay had a "date", Will couldn't stop thinking about the current situation. He still wasn't sure if he really had heard Jay. He hoped so. Right now, he had one more problem. He was very hungry and thirsty. But the only source of food and water, was what had been brought before, laying on the table, for sure drugged with sedatives. He wanted to be awake and aware. What if someone finds him? He needs to be awake and aware to ask for help from him and his brother. What if the kidnapper comes back? He needs to be awake and aware to identify him, fight him for his own freedom as well as his brother wherever he is. What if Jay comes back? He needs to be awake and aware in case he is hurt or in the process of escaping from wherever they are. Human beings can live with lack of food between 1 and 2 months and lack of water for 3 days. It can have major consequences but he can handle it for his brother. He didn't know what to do, mental breaking down was close, and his head was killing him, making thinking worse. But no matter what, he won't take anything from the table.

"Ok, I'll do this," Jay repeated silently. 'Oh my God, what does he want? What is he going to do to me? How does he know so many things about me? Why is he still touching me?' Jay couldn't stop his thoughts.

"Good boy," Josh said, holding Jay's cheek. "Now, I'll release your hands and legs. We'll sit at the table and eat. Remember, don't do anything that can make me hurt Will, ok?" Jay knew he had no other option. His brother's life is at stake. He nodded and stayed calm during releasing the restraints. 'I'll kill this sick bastard if anything happens to Will.' Josh smiled and helped Jay to sit, a romantic act if considering a gentleman with a madame in a restaurant, but the romantic part of him turned off as he tied his legs and hands on the chair again.

"I will cooperate. I swear. It's unnecessary to tie me." He really doesn't want to be tied again, he needs to control the situation and to try an escape. It was useless; the man had already done it but this wasn't making him feel weird: what made him feel this was the look on the unknown man's face as a single tear streamed down his face.

"You don't know how much breaks my heart doing this but, for the beginning at least, it's necessary, lover!" He cleans the tear away and kisses Jay's cheek gently. 'What the hell is wrong with this guy? No, he can't be. He can't be in love with me, right?!'

Before Josh sat at the table, he checked what was happening with the redhead in the basement. He still didn't touch the food or water again and was laying awake on the bed. It made him a bit angry. 'So I try to make him as comfortable as possible and he is ignoring all I have done?' Josh asked himself in his head, almost forgetting the real reason. 'Right, he found out about the sedatives. He wants to see his brother…I hate him! Now it doesn't matter. I have my special guest anyway.' Josh comes back to Jay. He stood face to face with him, touching his face again very gently.

"Sorry, dear, I had to check something. Let's start our dinner, ok? You'll be satisfied." He kisses Jay on the forehead, ignoring him flinching and sitting next to him.

"Genius, how am I supposed to eat with my hands tied?" Jay asked. "No, you aren't feeding me! Can I eat by myself, please?"

"Not yet, sweetheart, maybe another day. Now, give me this pleasure to let you taste what I've made for you." Jay is frightened now. There had been used the same soft restraints to make his hands and legs unable to make any move. The only thing he could do is let this crazy man feed him in order to keep his brother safe.

Everything seemed fine with the first bites of the Italian dish. If the circumstances were different from the one he is now, it would be one of his favorite moments in life. He was fed like a child, watered from a glass using a straw and the crazy man tenderly wiped his mouth after every small portion he consumed. It all caused Jay a slight flinch to which Josh didn't respond.

"What's your taste, honey? I know it's one of your favorite dishes," Josh asked with a fond smile after the meal was finished. He stood behind Jay's back, gently rubbing his shoulders.

Jay hesitated before answering. This is his favorite food prepared by his mother. She would always prepare it for him when he was sad or sick in his childhood. It was a thing between them: her mother cooking while he was on her side helping her (or at least trying). Later both stayed until midnight talking while slowly eating their meal. This food brings back good memories so he couldn't help but like it, even he didn't want to let it show.

"It was tasty," he replied after much thought, still wondering and fearing what would happen next.

"Great, time for dessert! Especially for you, I baked Tiramisu. I hope you like it too." After these words, he cut a small piece of the cake and put the fork in the detective's mouth. Jay obediently opens his mouth. With every bite, he tenderly touches his face, arms, chest and legs. Jay has no possibility to defend himself by being attached to a chair but flinches at every touch. He only hopes that after the "date" he would convince him to come back to Will, only with his brother he could feel safe and he was very worried about him since he got taken from the basement while Will was sleeping for a period of time and for what, both unknown.

Suddenly he felt his eyelids becoming heavy and his eyes starting to close. 'Son of a bitch, he drugged me. I should have predicted he was going to do it. Shit!' He struggles against sleep, but it is worthless, whatever drug it was used for is powerful.

"I will take care of you now, my angel!" He feels his arms and legs being untied, being lifted on the man's lap and being taken to another room. It was a bathroom. The man left him on the door jamb and he slid to the floor, unable to stand up while listening to the sound of the water somewhere nearby.

"You are so handsome, my boy!" He has the impression that he is being totally undressed and taken again, this time under a warm, soothing stream of water. A shower. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out a way to get out of this sick situation as he feels a hand passing down his back in the direction of his ass.

"No, no, no, stop. Please stop. Don't touch me…" Right now, he feels like he just exists in the world; he is aware, not asleep but doesn't have any control of what is happening to him or how to defend himself. He is totally frightened.

On the other hand, Josh is more than pleased with the quick effect of the drug. He wants Jay to stay conscious but not able to move. He can easily manipulate him and touch him in such a state. He slowly takes out his shoes and socks, admiring for a time his feet. He isn't a person who admires feet and something like that, but even this part of his boy is perfect. He makes his way up until stopping on the bottom of the man's pants, unbuttoning and pulling out the boxers too to have a perfect view of his muscular legs and his cock, begging to be touched. He goes to the shirt and does the same process and sees the muscular torso sculpted by some superior. Perfect. In fact, the boy is made by some superior to look so perfect.

He puts him under the shower and slowly, tenderly and gently as he could, he begins to massage him, washing him with his favorite shower gel, this conclusion came according to his stalking when the boy went to the pharmacy as this was the only one he ever bought, he starting from the neck while kissing his cheeks without hesitating to bring his lips close to Jay's. Moving on, he begins a chest massage, hugging Jay against him to wash his back, enjoying every moment of this. As he made his way down his stomach muscles, he couldn't avoid but touch Jay's manhood, slowly and tenderly massaging it until he felt it begin to harden. This made Josh smile wide. But, unfortunately for him, it isn't time even agreeing it is a good start for their relationship. After stripping down and showering himself too while admiring his half-conscious half-unconscious lover on the shower's floor, he dries Jay with a towel, dresses him in new clothes and returns to his bedroom with his lover in his arms, laying him down now completely unconscious and tying him up again. Only he knew how much heartache it caused. At the moment, he had no choice. And he still has to go to work, another knife to his heart to leave him alone. He kissed the deeply sleeping lover once more on the forehead, covered the duvet and left the room to change himself.

He decides to see what has changed with Will too. He hates him. He is jealous of his close relationship with Jay. He remembered the situation in the bar, just before he kidnapped both brothers. The redhead was touching HIS JAY so directly and uninhibitedly. By what right?! He glances at the camera, seeing that he is still conscious, but apparently exhausted from lack of food and drink, curling up in a fetal position on the bed and shaking. Deep, very deep in his heart, he feels remorse that he has led him to this state. He shook off his reverie, the man of his dream is with him now so he dresses himself and goes to check if Jay was still asleep. As soon as he enters, he is greeted by the wide and undoubtedly terrified eyes of the tied man.

"What did you do to me, motherfucker?" The last world breaks his heart in a million pieces: why would his boyfriend curse him in that way? After all he had done to make him feel at home and keeping himself to not hurt the redhead for touching him!

"Hi little baby! Someone woke up mad tempered! It's so unfair after all I did for you." He touches his cheek and continues "Even washing you up." Jay's eyes widens and he swallows the bill coming to his throat, in fear from what had happened while he was drugged. "Unfortunately, I have to go to work and leave you alone here. But I'll be back soon."

"Let me stay with Will." It is a great opportunity for him to confirm how Will was and plan an escape, an urgent necessity after what was told.

"I don't think it is a good idea. I know this is going to be boring but you can handle it. And after that we can have some fun."

"I let you feed me so it's the last thing you can do to me. I just want to be with my brother!" 'Why does he still have to worry about him? He is with me, his soulmate!' But maybe this was an excellent idea; he can let him stay with that man in the basement before he forgets about him and becomes his husband for life, this moment making him excited to happen soon to their life.

"Ok but later we will have some fun to you retribute my lovely action." A nod is the only answer. "I'll unrestrain you and take you there." With that, a kiss is delivered on Jay's lips and works on the restraints.

In the basement, Will is already feeling the effects of the fasting that imposed itself. His head throbbed like someone is hammering it and the weakness of his body incapacitating him to move from the fetal position he put himself before. Soon he would need to feed himself to survive for Jay. He can't leave him alone yet. They had already lost their mother years ago, their relationship was affected for their time apart, him in New York and Jay overseas, now their bond is strengthening. It's a risk eating something from that table from any unknown drug on it but he needs something to get through the situation for his brother. He was going to start his way to get up and head to the table when the door opens.

"Who are you? What do you want? Where's my brother?"

"Will?" It was Jay. In the first moment he searches for any bruise indicating his brother is hurt but apparently doesn't have. This realization is a relief, but his worry and anger only increased when he looked at his brother's clothes and his wet hair. He hadn't seen the clothes he dressed after the shower in the apartment but certainly isn't this one he is wearing now. Jay prefers dark than light clothes and they have to be tight. He is wearing all large white T-shirts and pants and, even though he didn't have any clue of how much time passed after they were abducted, surely his hair would be completely dry but it's wet yet. Like he just got out from the shower. 'No, this can't be happening.'

His attention goes to their kidnapper who is strongly holding his brother's arm. He is a white man, probably has between 30-35 years old, brown hair and eyes looking at him with a death glare, the same height as him for being taller than Jay and is wearing blue jeans and shirt under a brown vest.

"Who are you? Please, let us go!" The man ignores him as he orders Jay to sit on the floor next to the table and chains his left ankle to one of the table's feet. He kneels to face Jay and picks his chin gently.

"Remember what we both agree, sweetheart." He stands up and looks deadly at Will. "Don't touch him. I'll be back soon." He gets out the room and locks the door, the brothers finally alone.

"Will? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What about you?" He has infinite questions through his mind and he wants to ask each of them to his brother, desperate for answers but he needs to calm down to find a solution.

"Fine." 'Boys don't cry' his father's words echoed in his mind. Cry means weakness and it's something you aren't allowed to do. Will didn't care and cried when he needed, making their dad mad but he took it as his personal mantra. 'Boys don't cry'. This thinking straighten in his military training; he was trained to kill and handle torture without break so seems perfect to a sniper soldier not showing weakness in the middle of a war overseas. 'Boys don't cry'. Nowadays as a cop and former Ranger, he still has troubles to show his true emotions towards someone or something even knowing that it was okay be sad, scared and cry, exactly his feelings in this moment but to not worry his brother more that he appears be, his mantra told by his dad and demonstrate in Army and police kicked in. 'Boys don't cry.' "Did he do something to you?"

"No. Actually this is the first time I see him."

"Didn't you see him kidnapping you or hearing him opening our apartment's door?"

"No. Perhaps he drugged me while I was sleeping in the apartment because I don't remember anything. Why? What happened?"

"I was on the shower when I heard a sound coming from the living room but I thought it was you stumbling so I didn't care. When I finished, I went to your bedroom to check you, you weren't there but he knocked me out before I could search for you in the house or defend myself. I woke up here and tried to wake you up too, but you were unconscious so I drank some water and passed out to wake up in another place."

"Sorry!"

"For what?"

"For not waking up. I let you down. I should have woken up to protect you from whoever is this guy."

"It's not your fault, Will. And has nothing to keep him away from me."

"What are you saying?" Will is clearly confused about what his brother means.

"He's clearly obsessed with me." Will's eyes widened to this statement, fear from what that psycho had done to his brother out of his vision scaring the shit out of him.

"Who is he? A criminal or witness? Tell me you know him!"

"I wish I could remember him but I don't."

"Shit!" An awkward silence follows the end of the conversation, both brothers processing the information until Will break the silence again. "What did he do to you?" He isn't sure if he wants to hear the answer to not put into reality what he thinks has happened. Jay seems surprised and hesitant to answer.

"He fed me. The food was drugged me and then...he bathed me." He decided to omit the part that he permitted all those things in order for his safety, his older brother would feel more unnecessary guilty even though this isn't his fault.

"Did he touch you?"

"I'm not sure because I was high as a pipe and didn't have any control but I think yes." Will's eyes widen again and he almost gets sick. Tears formed on his eyes but he has to be strong now and can't cry, nothing has happened to him. His brother, on the other hand, probably had suffered on the mercy of their kidnapper.

"We need to escape before he gets back."

"I already have a plan for it."

"Ok, just one more and we finish" It's been 4 hours that Josh has been taking photos from a family that contracted his services to their family photo book.

He loves his job; seems a little convinced on his part to assert but it would be a euphemism saying he doesn't have talent for photography. When he was a kid, he used it as a hobby to distract himself and relax from the real world. However, as he grew up and more people around him said how talented he was, he decided to transform his childhood hobby to his career.

The idea was perfect if his family had approved. It's easier to find the chest with money at the end of the rainbow than his family agreeing on an idea of his. Seems like a family tradition: everyone works in an office. Why does he need to be different? He tried to argue but they obligated him to work in a marketing office being subordinate to an arrogant boss, who just contracted him because he was an old friend of his father. The atmosphere of the office was toxic, mutual disrespect and hate: his coworkers and boss hating him and he hating them. He stayed there against his wish for 4 years until he quit himself.

Right now, he couldn't be happier: he's working with what he likes, his family is out of view and he has Jay at home. Thinking about him, he needs to go home soon, stay away from his lover for just a second is bad but for 4 hours is torture. But their distance will be worth it; what they promised to do after Jay's request to stay with Will while he was out makes him even more excited to go home.

After more thirty minutes, it is over the work day and as soon as the couple thanks him and pays him, he makes his way to the park lot in quick steps. He is so concentrated on some exotic thoughts of his own and his boy, that he bumped into a brunette woman and she fell on the ground.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't see you." He gives his hand to her to pick and get up.

"No. I was distracted and in the middle of the way. It's me who should apologize." By her hoarse voice, brown eyes now red full of tears that still didn't roll down and dry tears in her cheeks indicates she has been crying. Her hair is brown too and she was wearing a doctor's uniform from Gaffney Medical Center above a tag with her name: Natalie Manning.

"Are you ok?"

"Actually, no. I'm really worried and upset. But thanks for asking."

"Natalie!" The now known doctor turns at the direction of the voice coming from a familiar blonde woman. She seems so familiar like he had seen her before but doesn't remember where. She is wearing blue jeans, gray shirt, clearly holding back tears on her blue eyes and on her belt a badge and gun. Shit, a cop. That's why he knows her. He had seen her with Jay in the district as well as the four of them in the Molly's during his stalk. Probably they had just found out about the brother's disappearance. He needs even more to get away from this park. Calm down! If you act strange, they can distrust you! You stay for too long away from him, now you have control so don't mess up! "Is everything fine here?" The question directly to his person.

"Yes. But you both aren't fine at all. What happened?" That's it, practice small talks. It's the best way to get out of here.

"We are worried about two friends of our own. They disappeared." Natalie starts crying again when she finishes her sentence. It's definitely Will and Jay. During all this, he couldn't help but note the cop examining him completely, suspicious of his sudden interest in why her friend was crying, sending shivers across his spine. Get out before she starts interrogating you, Josh!

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But you are going to find them. I'm sure of that." Or one of them at least. "Anyways, I have to go. Hope you find them." After receiving a hopeful smile from Natalie and a distrust nod from the cop, he turns around and makes his way back to the park lot in quick steps while making sure the girls weren't following him. That was close. He needs to be even more concentrated now to not make any mistake as the police are searching for his captives. Shit! Could the cop distrust me? Think I am the captor? Did I act like one? Go home, Josh, just go home!

Josh's house

It was the most insane forty-five minutes of his life on the way to his home. During all the ride, every single look from other citizens or cops sends shivers down his spine. He hadn't been followed; he made sure of that, but he couldn't stop the feeling he was being watched. By who? He doesn't know. Fortunately, he arrives home fine, gladly that nothing happens and excited for his play time.

First of all, he eats some snacks and takes a quick shower, to smell well for his boyfriend. It's time. He went down the basement's stairs and stopped right in front of the room where the boys are, taking the key out of his pocket to unlock the door. When he opens, his eyes search for his lover where he had left him before going to work but instead he finds Will in that place.

"Where is he?"

"Here" With that, a jet of drugged water is thrown in his face, he swallows just a little bit for the unexpected shock but already enough to feel a little dizzy. "Will, run! Now!" Jay is holding him to give Will time to escape but he manages to pick a needle from his pocket and in a blink, insert the liquid on his neck, making him pass out and releasing him from the grip.

"NO! JAY!"

"Shut up!" He picks another needle from the same pocket and inserts the same liquid used on Jay and Will pass out in the same moment. "You are coming with me, Jay." He picks the unconscious body of his lover on his arms and makes his way upstairs, leaving the other body laying across the floor. "We are going to have some fun now, darling!"

What do you think about this chapter? What will happen to Jay? And Will? Will Intelligence be making some discoveries? See you guys soon with the answers! Bye!