Brian jumped out of his chair and lunged at the cop. He punched him squarely in the nose, breaking it. Then he grabbed the cop by the throat and started squeezing.

Once he'd recovered from the shock, Justin ran to Brian's side. He wasn't sure what to do.

The cop behind the desk came around and warned, "Let him go or I'll arrest you again. You're in enough trouble as it is, what with putting the Gold boy in the hospital."

Justin's eyes widened at the news, but then he turned his attention back to Brian. He pleaded, "Brian, let him go. Please. He's not worth losing you. I need you with me."

Brian sighed and let the cop fall to the floor.

The crooked cop coughed and then asked his fellow officer, "Why aren't you arresting him?"

The desk cop scoffed, "After what you said? Not likely. If you report this, I'll swear you hit him first."

The dirty cop cursed under his breath and stormed away.

The desk cop informed Justin and Brian that they were free to go.

Once they had retrieved the jeep from the impound and were sitting in it alone, Justin asked, "Ethan's in the hospital?"

Brian nodded.

Justin seemed surprised, but he didn't seem angry at Brian or worried about Ian.

He simply exclaimed, "Wow! What the hell did you see while you were there?"

Brian looked down. He didn't say a word.

Justin tilted his head in confusion and repeated, "Brian? What else did you see while you were there?"

"Please, don't ask me to tell you. Please."

Justin was a little startled by Brian's genuinely beseeching tone, but he forced himself to laugh. He hoped Brian bought it. He scoffed gently, "Brian, I'm not exactly a fragile flower. I've had my share of hardship. I can take it."

Brian sighed and then asked, "Did you know how perverted he is?

Justin's eyes widened. He asked softly, "What do you mean?"

Brian, more to himself than to Justin, muttered angrily, "I should have fucking known something was very wrong with him when you said that he'd never given you head, that he freaked out when you stuck a finger up his ass. That's extremely unusual for an out gay man."

Justin was getting more freaked out by the second. He asked in a strained voice, "Brian, what do you mean by perverted?"

Brian sighed and looked over at Justin. He stated softly, "He has videotapes of you."

Justin's eyes were as large as saucers now. "What? I mean, what kind of videotapes?"

"It looks like he taped every single sex act the two of you engaged in."

Justin paled.

Brian studied the blond and said gently, "I assume that you didn't know. That he didn't bother to get your permission."

Justin shook his head.

Brian gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He added, "Sometimes, he videotaped you when you were sleeping."

Justin looked over at Brian in alarm. "When I was sleeping?"

Brian replied, trying to keep his voice even, though he didn't quite succeed, "Yes. There were scenes where he was holding you as you slept, and, then, you'd start having some kind of sex dream…which got Ian all hot and bothered. Then, he'd take advantage. He'd get you to start sucking him off, or he'd start fucking you. When you inevitably woke up, you'd have this shocked and disgusted look on your face."

Brian shook his head, trying to erase the images that flooded his mind.

Justin turned bright red and exclaimed in horror, "Oh God. He, he, videotaped that? How humiliating!"

Justin's eyes lost focus. He exited the jeep and walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. Brian followed and sat next to him. Then, he started rubbing Justin's back gently. After a few minutes, Justin asked, his voice nearly a whisper, "Could you tell me what happened in chronological order?"

Brian stood up and clenched and unclenched his fists a few times but then nodded. "I knocked. I heard noises, but no one came to the door. I tried the knob, and it turned, so I went inside. I saw Ian fucking some troll, so I looked away. I happened to see the cash, your money, sitting on the table, so I pocketed it. I was about to leave, when I heard your voice. That gave me pause. I turned around again, looking for the source. Eventually, I realized that it was coming from a TV. They were fucking as they watched you sucking Ian off."

Justin gasped.

Brian continued, "I broke apart the happy couple and decked Ian. The troll ran away, and Ian remained on the floor, so I grabbed the tape out of the camera, which was hooked to the TV, and looked around in case there were more. I saw a whole pile. I looked at parts of a few, seeing enough to figure out what he'd done. When I saw that fucking sicko taking advantage of you in your sleep, I lost it. I beat his face until it was a bloody mess. Then, he started taunting me, saying that there were many, many more tapes. That he'd videotaped all of your sexual encounters and that he planned to make copies and sell them. I grabbed him by the throat, pushed him up against a wall, and started choking him. I said that I'd let him go if he told me where he'd hidden the rest. He just laughed and laughed. I finally let go when he started turning blue. He had bruises all around his neck. I frantically searched the apartment, but couldn't find any more. Then, he started taunting me again, saying derogatory things about you. Before I even realized what I was doing, I'd thrown him across the room. He hit a piece of furniture at an odd angle and fell to the floor. I gathered up the tapes and left. I didn't make it two blocks before the cops pulled me over and brought me in. Apparently, the troll had called them."

Justin's eyes filled with tears as he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Brian."

Brian looked at him sharply and snapped, much more harshly than he meant to, "Why the hell are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's just…you've gone through so much trouble for me, and it got you thrown in jail. Ethan's probably not even badly hurt. He's probably just milking it for all it's worth. Trying to get you into worse trouble."

Brian pulled the boy into his arms and stated softly but firmly, "I don't care. If it means you're safe and happy….and far, far away from Ian…I don't care."

Justin held the man tight and nuzzled his neck.

Brian added solemnly, "I'll get the rest of the tapes while he's still in the hospital…the troll probably has them at his apartment. Then, we can burn them."

Brian pulled back, looked at Justin carefully, and said, "What I don't get is why he wants to make pornos out of them. I mean, you look hot as usual, and you have a huge cock, but Ian…his is so small…and it's obvious from the bored or disgusted looks on your face that he is a substandard lover…Why would he want those tapes to get out? Fuck, if I were him, I'd pay good money to keep them hidden!"

Justin giggled, his eyes lighting up. Brian, as usual with his Sunshine, couldn't help but smile back.

TBC…