Two months later...
Dr. Foster walked into Jayson's room. "Good morning, Jay. How are you feeling?"
"I must admit, better than I have in quite awhile."
"That's good. Do you feel up to going home today?"
If the million-megawatt smile that lit up Jay's face didn't give Dr. Foster the answer to his question, the excitement that danced behind Jay's eyes would have.
"You're kidding, right? I thought we had more work to do. I'm still having nightmares."
"And you will for some time to come, I'm afraid, but you've reached the point where I feel that it would be beneficial to see you as an outpatient, rather than an inpatient. Being home in familiar surroundings will help the recovery process immensely at this point."
"I guess. It will be awesome to be back home, but it won't be the same." He said upon reflection.
"Why do you say that?"
"Having separate bedrooms wouldn't be the same as sleeping next to Kyle every night." He said cautiously, unsure of whether or not Dr. Foster knew they made love in the bathroom, nor if Kyle saw it as a one-time thing.
"And you're going to be sleeping in a separate bedroom because..." He prompted.
"You don't actually believe he will allow me to sleep in the same bed with him, do you?"
"You're right; I don't believe he'll allow it". He continued, noting the crushed look on Jay's face. "I'm quite positive he'll insist on it. He can't wait for you to come home and resume your relationship."
"Is it possible after all of this?" Jay asked hopefully
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Walking into your living room and catching your lover of five years getting fucked in the middle of the floor is something that is not easily overlooked or forgotten."
"I had a feeling this might come up. Listen to this." He got out a tape recorder and played an interview between Kyle and himself.
"Kyle, with your permission, I'd like to tape our conversation, and if the situation warrants, play this tape for Jayson."
"Okay." He replied. Jay's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Kyle's voice.
"We've discussed the situation between you and Jayson at length. What do you see happening in your relationship with him?"
"Doc, it kills me that he's here and I can only see him for a few hours a week. I want him home and in my arms where he belongs. I want him to make love to me so bad that it hurts."
"What about his cheating?"
"We've been over that several times. I understand he only did it because my life would be in danger if he didn't cooperate. I can't tell you how much it means to me that he would go to such lengths to protect me. He wasn't cheating on me. He was being raped."
"Why do you say he was being raped?"
"Because he was forced into it. He had no other choice."
"But he could have gone to his supervisor about it."
Kyle snorted. "His stupidvisor, as he calls him, is such a homophobic prick that he would have fired Jay and had his security clearance revoked. There's no way he could do that. No, he had no choice. The local cops wouldn't have helped either. The Police Chief wouldn't have allowed that." There was no mistaking the certainty in his voice.
"So I'm guessing you want to pick up your relationship where you left off?"
Kyle didn't hesitate a second in responding. "Absolutely" he said vehemently.
"And if Jayson is not ready?" Dr. Foster's tone indicated that it was a very real possibility.
"I'm willing to wait for as long as it takes. It would hurt to have him sleeping apart from me, and not wanting to touch me, but it would hurt worse for him to not be there at all."
"Are you sure?"
"Don't doubt it for a second. I love him and am committed to spending the rest of my life with him if he'll have me."
Noting the tears rolling down Jay's cheeks, he stopped the tape. "Do you still question whether Kyle wants you back or not?"
His reply was hoarse and choked with tears. "No. When can I leave?"
Dr. Foster glanced at his watch. Eleven o'clock. The lunch trays will be passed out shortly. "I'll call and arrange for him to pick you up after lunch." He held out his hand to Jay, who not only took it, but pulled Dr. Foster into a grateful embrace.
"Dr. Foster, how can I even begin to thank you for everything you've done for us?"
"Seeing you and Kyle back together is more than enough thanks for me. But an invitation to your wedding would be nice."
"You'll be the first one invited!"
"You're lunch is here. I'll see you in an hour or so to go over your release instructions with you." With that, he left Jay to his lunch, went up to his office and called Kyle.
"Kyle, its Dr. Foster. Jay's going to be released today and I need to talk with you about what needs to be done. Please call me when you get this message. 555-8732. Thank you. Bye."
Later that day, Tommy arrived with Jay. Having been given a key in order to take care of the place, feed the fish, etc., when Kyle and Jay were away, he unlocked the door and let them both in. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the shambles the usually immaculate house was in. Tommy flashed back to the day he found Kyle after he had been raped. "KYLE?" he called out.
"What's going on, Tommy? The place has never looked like this before." But Tommy was already frantically searching throughout the house. Returning to the living room, he started to call nine-one-one when the doorbell rang. Jay looked through the peephole before opening the door to admit Agent Hunter.
"Erik? What brings you here?"
"Jay! It's nice to see you up and around. I'm here to talk with Kyle." He looked around the room. "What happened here?"
"I think something's happened to Kyle. His jeep, bicycle and roller blades are in the garage and there is no sign of him." Tommy said, frightened.
"He'd never allow the house to get into this condition. Shit, he'd bitch me out if I left dirty dishes on the coffee table for more than a couple of hours."
Agent Hunter got out his cell phone and called for a forensics team to immediately start processing the house as a probable crime scene. He looked at Tommy. "And who are you?"
Tommy extended his hand. "Tommy Adams. Kyle and I are best friends. We grew up together."
Agent Hunter glanced at Jay who nodded confirmation. He shook Tommy's hand. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"I'm pleased to meet you as well.
"What did you want to talk with Kyle about, Erik?"
"CODIS got a hit from the semen left inside him and AFIS confirmed the identity of a particularly violent serial rapist, one with a history of targeting gay men. Unfortunately, there's no known address, and we don't have a picture of him. I was going to ask Kyle if he could work with a sketch artist."
"I'll do it. I'll never forget that face as long as I live."
"I had planned on asking you after you've had more time to recover from your ordeal as part of the investigation into your rape and abduction."
"Well, send over the sketch artist and we can kill two birds with one stone. It was the same guy in both our cases."
Agent Hunter raised his eyebrows. "How do you know that?"
"Just before he beat the shit out of me and left me for dead, he bragged about raping Kyle. He told me that Kyle was a much better fuck than I was and he didn't need me anymore because he had Kyle."
"Good enough for me. Between the two of you, we'll be able to nail the bastard." Agent Hunter then questioned Tommy to see if he could add anything. "Let's go out for a cup of coffee so Forensics can do their thing."
Kyle slowly woke up in a small, dark windowless room that reeked of urine and feces. He had no idea where he was or how he got there. He vaguely remembered somebody grabbing him from behind and holding a strange smelling cloth over his nose and mouth before he passed out. Either ether or chloroform he thought to himself. Slowly he stood up and reached out to try and find the door. Not surprising, he found it locked. He began to wonder if this was the same room that Jay had been held captive in. Probably he thought. How do I get out of here? He asked himself.
Suddenly the door was flung open. Kyle quickly put his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sudden bright light. Rough hands jerked him into the brightly-lit room.
"YOU" Kyle yelled as he recognized his attacker.
The man chuckled sadistically. "I told you I'd be back for round two, three, and four. You're much too hot a fuck to let go of. Speaking of which..." He back-handed Kyle across the face, knocking him to the floor. He flipped Kyle onto his stomach and brutally raped, then beat him before locking him back into the walk-in closet. Kyle lied on the cold floor, barely conscious and bleeding, an experience that would be repeated many times over the next few months.