Gavin awoke, and groaned when his brain started to pound out a painful beat inside his skull. Groggily, he tried to rub his (not yet open) eyes, grunting in confusion when a sharp tugging pain hit his wrists every time attempted to bring a hand up to his face. Forcing his eyes open, he realised that he wasn't in Michael's bedroom anymore at all. Actually, now he thought about it, he wasn't even lying down in a bed anymore, and was in fact sat on a bare- and extremely cold- concrete floor, and the pain in his wrists was being caused by the rope that was currently tied around them, and to the pipe he was sat against, forcing them to remain behind his back. That explained why he couldn't rub his face, at least.
Glancing around him, he saw that he was in a dimly lit utility room. There was a washing machine in front of him, next to what seemed to be the only door in or out of the room. He was tied to the water pipe at the very back of the room, able to see the entirety of the space, so he was pretty confident in that assessment. He only briefly wondered what he was doing here, surrounded by washing powder and mops, and why this room seemed familiar to him, but at the same time like he had never set foot in it in his life, when the door opened.
He couldn't see the face of the man in the doorway, even as he stepped forward through the door and stood under the dim, uncovered bulb that was the only light source. It was as if he was wearing a permanent shadow over his face, to mask his features, but as he moved closer towards him, Gavin felt a shiver of dread run through him. He took in the man's build; stocky and fit, but with a bit of a beer belly. Blurry tattoos littered the visible parts of his arms, and Gavin was oddly sure that should the man roll up his shirt sleeves, they would continue upwards past his shoulders.
He tried to speak, but the man interjected before he could get a word out.
'Hush, quiet now, little Creeper. I'm glad you've finally woken up; I didn't like keeping you in here, but I was waiting. I want to see your face when you walk into the bedroom, and see everything all ready and set up for us.' The man crouched down in front of him; his face still veiled by shadow, and gently, almost lovingly, caressed his cheek.
Gavin's mind was foggy and confused, but his blood ran icy cold at the man's touch. 'Wh-what? Bedroom? What's all ready?'
'The equipment of course, Gavvy. And the cameras; I know you'll do anything as long as it's on camera, buddy, so don't you worry- I've got it all sorted out. Wanna me to take you there now? Or would you like a drink or something before we get started?'
Gavin swallowed hard 'I...Cameras? What...NO, no I don't want to go anywhere with you! Untie me, where am I? Where's Michael?'
Even with his features still obscured, Gavin could somehow tell that the man was smiling as the hand petting his cheek moved round to cup his chin, the rough pad of the man's thumb stroking his bottom lip. 'You don't want to go anywhere? Mmmm, so eager! I guess we could start here, give a little pre-view of what's to come'
Gavin paled and struggled against his bindings as he suddenly realised that he was only wearing boxers, his other clothes must have been removed prior to him being tied up. He closed his eyes and tried to blot out what was happening as the hand on his face moved down his body, tweaking his nipples, as the man's other hand caressed his inner thigh.
Despite himself, he couldn't keep back a gasp as the hand continued its journey downwards to cup his crotch, his body betraying him as he felt himself grow slightly hard at the touch.
'Why?' He whimpered 'why are you doing this? Who are you?'
The man let out an all too familiar chuckle. Gavin's eyes flew open, and to his horror, saw that the shadow over the man's face had lifted.
'It's me Gav. What's the matter? Don't you recognise your boss?'Geoff moved even closer, his face coming forward as if to kiss him. 'C'mon buddy, I know you want this. My pretty little Creeper Boy.'
A scream tore from Gavin's throat as he violently recoiled, smacking the back of his head against the metal pipe to which he was still bound. Geoff came closer and closer, grinning manically, his hands still teasing Gavin's half hard dick through his boxers. Gavin screamed, and screamed, and screamed, crashing his own head against the pipe with every yell.

Gavin awoke with a whimper, shivering. In the throes of his nightmare, he had kicked the covers off, and it was very cold in Michael's room at night.
After wildly looking all round the room, Gavin confirmed that, yes he was alone, no there wasn't any immediate danger, and yes, it was –thankfully- a dream. A terrifying flash-back style dream, but a dream none the less.
He rushed into the bathroom as the images of Geoff's hands running all over his body once again assaulted his thoughts, causing bile and last night's pizza to rise up into his throat.
After emptying his stomach into Michael's otherwise pristine toilet bowl, Gavin slumped to the floor, resting his head against the cool glass of the shower door. He brought his knees up to his chin, and hugged himself, trying to recreate the comfort he felt from Ryan's embrace.
He sobbed dryly, when his attempt failed, and only made him feel more alone from missing the man. Thinking of Ryan made his thoughts turn to the rest of the Achievement Hunters. How would he be able to face them? How would he be able to go into work tomorrow, now that his mind seemed to be incapable of separating his attacker, and his boss, his father figure?
He couldn't stop the horrendous spark of fear that coursed through his entire body when he thought of Geoff, only just managing to bite back a yelp when he remembered that Michael was still sleeping in the next room. Somehow, he was just going to have to force himself to not be afraid of Geoff, he thought guiltily.
Without even really thinking about it, he stood up, and snatched Michael's nail scissors from the bathroom cabinet.
Sitting back down on the floor, opening the scissors, he forced himself to think of Geoff. Geoff coming towards him out of the shadows. Gavin swallowed, and made a shallow cut on his upper thigh, flinching at the pain. Geoff touching him in all the places Gavin never wanted him to touch. Another cut joined the first, and Gavin marvelled at the way the beads of blood rose up above his skin instantly. Geoff smiling at him evilly as he begs him to stop, to let him go. A third cut. Gavin has never self harmed in his life, but now he understands why people do it. With each cut, he feels a little better. The guilt and fear haven't been alleviated, but Gavin feels the punishment he is dealing himself is helping him. He mustn't be afraid of Geoff, its wrong of him to be afraid of him. What happened to him was his own fault, so for his mind to pin it on Geoff was downright disgusting of him.Forth, fifth and sixth cuts soon joined the others.
An hour and fourteen shallow cuts later, Gavin set down the scissors. He washed the blood from the blade, and replaced it in its little holder. His mind a lot calmer and clearer, he wiped the blood on his hands onto his boxers, taking care not to get any on Michael's shirt. Thinking that his friend wouldn't mind, he took a gauze and bandage from the cabinet, and set about cleaning and binding his cuts, breathing heavily when applying the anti-septic, before making his way back to bed.

Two hours later, Gavin woke up from a dreamless snooze to Michael gently calling his name. Lifting the cover slightly, he peeked out at his friend, smiling shyly.
'Morning Micoooool' he cooed.
Michael grinned at him 'Morning, asshole. Griffon's come to see ya, so hurry up and get dressed. You can borrow one of my shirts for now, and I guess you could use a pair of my boxers.' He grimaced comically, as Gavin poked his tongue out at him, still under the covers.
'Wait.' Gavin sat up 'did you say Griffon is here? Why?' he asked, looking perplexed
'Oh, me and her are secretly bangin' but don't tell Geoff.' Michael replied rolling his eyes, and Gavin could swear he could almost see the sarcasm dripping from his lips. 'To see your dumb face, what do you fuckin' think? So hurry the fuck up and get dressed.'
Gavin groaned as Michael exited the room, before rolling out of bed, and making his way over to the chest of draws where he knew Michael kept his underwear. Yanking on the first pair he grabbed, as well as helping himself to a pair of socks, he pulled on his own jeans and smiled to himself as he selected the 'Team Nice Dynamite' shirt from Michael's extensive collection.
Still yawning, he made his way into the living room.
Griffon was indeed there, sitting on the couch, chatting to Michael. Upon seeing Gavin enter, the conversation abruptly ended, and Griffon stood up, and cautiously held her arms open towards him. For some reason, it stung Gavin that she was all but asking his permission to hug him, when before all of this; she would have launched herself at him screaming 'ready or not! CATCH!' but he stepped willingly into her embrace, and all but crumpled inside when he felt her arms circle round his waist. He hadn't realised how much he missed simple physical contact until it happened.
She held him for a few minutes, allowing him time to adjust his breathing back to a more steady rate, before pulling away and holding him at arm's length, looking him up and down in a motherly fashion. She seemed to approve of whatever it was she saw, as she smiled at him, and nodded appreciatively at Michael, who was grinning at Gavin's choice of shirt.
'Hell yea, Team Nice Dynamite all the way boi!' he exclaimed, holding a fist out towards him for a bump, which Gavin happily supplied.

Michael tactfully went to make some coffee for everyone, whilst Griffon and Gavin sat on the couch. It wasn't until then that Gavin noticed the full bin liner on the floor beside Griffon's shoes. He glanced at her, and nodded at it questioningly.
'Oh right! How stupid of me, that's why I came over.' Griffon smiled at him 'Geoff and I talked-' she ignored his visible flinch at the name '-and we decided that you're probably gonna need your stuff. So we collected together as many of your clothes as we could fit into one bag, and I picked up your tooth brush. I even remembered all your hair gel.' She grinned at him teasingly, expecting a squawk or the usual denial (lie) of how much hair gel he needs, but instead she was met with a horrified stare.
'You...you're chucking me out? Is Ge- is he really that mad at me? Does he hate me now? I'm sorry, I'll be better Griffon, I swear I will! Please, please don't chuck me out!' Gavin looked like he was going to burst into tears at any second as he looked at Griffon, frantically scrabbling to grab hold of her hand, as if anchoring himself to her.
'What? No, no baby, we're not throwing you out, you're welcome back whenever you want! It's just that what with your thing about Geoff-' Gavin winced '-we thought you would want to stay at Michaels for a while, and figured you would need your stuff. We are absolutely NOT evicting you honey, and as soon as you are ready to come back to us, your annex will be waiting for you, just like always. Promise.' She held out her arms again, and he fell into them eagerly, clutching hold of her as if he thought she would change her mind if he let go.

After Griffon left –Gavin making her promise several more times that of course he still had (and would always have) a home with the Ramsey's- the two lads once again found themselves alone.
Gavin wiped his eyes, suddenly self conscious about how much he had been crying during Griffon's visit, but Michael merely grinned at him.
'Well I dunno about you, but I have some editing to do. Griffon brought your Mac over, in case you had some Minecraft to edit or something.' Gav nodded 'figured. C'mon then, I'll make us some more cwoffee, and we can get to it, sound good?' Gavin nodded again, smiling. He liked Michael's coffee.
Soon the two were settled at the table, chatting while they worked, Michael topping up the drinks and fetching lunch and snacks when needed. Gavin had to relent and let Michael sync the audio, as he almost knocked over the coffee cups several times whenever he unexpectedly heard Geoff voice, but other than that, it was an uneventful, but comfortable, few hours of work.
When it hit half five, Michael groaned and stretched. 'Well, I'm finally fucking done! Just gotta let it render, then it can be uploaded. I put way too much fucking effort into these 4 fucking minute Rage Quits. How about you boi nearly done?'
Gavin grinned at him 'I've been playing Minesweeper for about half an hour waiting for you to finish boy.'
Michael groaned again 'You motherfucker. Alright, well I think its dinner time, and then you wanna play some Minecraft, for funsies? Been a while since we visited 'Michael & Gav Happy World.'
'Yeah boy!' Gavin held his hand out for a high five, which Michael slapped, albeit with nowhere near the same level of force he usually would have.
Michael made them spaghetti bolognaise, a large portion of which Gav somehow managed to spill down his borrowed shirt, much to Michaels feigned annoyance.
After changing back into the shirt he slept in, Gav set up the Xbox, and snuggled up beside Michael. They played for a good few hours, with Gavin only destroying Michael's creations a few times with his seemingly never ending buckets of lava.
It was about midnight when Michael noticed Gavin nodding off on his shoulder, and insisted that they call it a night and turn in.

Maky so this turned out even longer than I thought, so the next chapter is Weekend At Mikeys part 3.