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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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When Tom’s screaming finally stopped, the room became eerily silent. Raising his head from his hands, Booker stared at Hanson’s prone body, which remained tied to the bed head. Tom’s eyes stared blankly in front of him and his face was deathly pale. Getting slowly to his feet, Booker started to walk towards him but Bentley’s harsh voice stopped him. “Not another inch further Officer Booker.”
Turning around, Dennis gave his captor an imploring look. “Please,” he begged quietly, his dark eyes filling with tears. “Let me comfort him.”
Bentley grinned cruelly. “I doubt he’ll want your comfort, not after what you did to him.”
Dennis choked back a sob and he returned his gaze to Tom. He was worried that the young officer had gone into shock. Hanson’s eyes remained open but they were vacant, almost as though he were comatose. It frightened him to see Tom lying so passively when only moments before he had been screaming hysterically.
Looking back at Bentley, Booker started to cry. “Please,” he sobbed. “I need to see if he’s okay.”
The man sighed heavily and turned to Edward. “Untie Officer Hanson and chain him back to the wall,” he instructed.
Dennis watched as Edward moved forward and untied the rope that bound Tom’s wrists to the iron railing. The youth giggled as Tom’s arms dropped lifelessly to the bed. Grabbing Hanson by one arm, he roughly pulled him from the mattress and onto the concrete floor. Tom made no sound as his body hit the hard surface. Without bothering to hold onto Tom’s other arm, the young man dragged the lifeless body across the floor. When he reached the wall, he secured the shackle around Hanson’s neck and stepped back.
Bentley motioned with his gun for Dennis to walk towards Edward. Booker’s shoulders slumped and wiping the tears from his eyes, he made his way over to the wall and sat down. Bentley had his gun pointed at Tom’s body, reminding Booker not to fight back and accepting his fate, he allowed the youth to chain him to the wall beside Hanson.
“Enjoy your alone time,” Bentley chuckled and when Edward joined him, he draped his arm around his protégé’s shoulders and after kissing him lovingly on top of his head, the two men left the room.
When the door closed, Booker scrambled over to Tom, who had pulled his knees to his chest and now lay curled in the fetal position. Hanson’s stare remained fixed and Dennis started to panic. He did not know what to do and he was terrified that if he touched Tom, it would cause him to mentally breakdown again.
Pulling his chain as far as it would reach, Booker lay down on the floor and gazed into Hanson’s sightless, unblinking eyes. He refrained from making contact; instead, he spoke in a low, comforting tone. “Hey Tommy,” he murmured. “It’s okay, it’s over now.”
Tom showed no sign that he had heard his fellow officer's voice. Booker’s eyes again filled with tears and this time, he reached out and gently stroked Hanson’s face. “Please Tom,” he whispered, his voice hitching in his throat. “Tell me you’re okay.”
Hanson’s ghostly face remained frozen, his lips slightly parted and his eyes dull and lifeless. Tears coursed down Booker’s face and forgetting his earlier fears, he pulled Tom into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he sobbed hysterically. “Oh God Tommy I’m so sorry.”
Whilst Booker held him close and wept tears of guilt and shame, Tom remained unresponsive. Minutes turned into hours and finally, when he had no more tears left to cry, Dennis fell into an exhausted sleep.
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An hour later, Booker opened his eyes and the first thing he realized was that Tom was no longer lying next to him. Sitting up, he saw Hanson sitting with his back against the wall. He had his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped protectively around his legs. His chin rested on his knees and his vacant eyes stared out from his expressionless face.
Getting to his hands and knees, Dennis crawled across the floor and reaching out, he touched his fingers against Hanson’s pale face. “Tommy?” he whispered.
This time, Tom’s eyes came into focus and a lone tear trickled down his cheek. The sight caused a physical pain in Booker’s heart and tears filled his dark eyes. “Tommy,” he murmured again. “Are you okay?”
Tom’s only answer was a slight nod of his head. Relieved that he had received a response, Booker sought out the water bottle and unscrewing the cap, he handed it to Tom. “Here,” he said softly. “You need to keep your fluids up.”
Closing his eyes, Tom shook his head and Dennis was unsure how to proceed. He desperately wanted to give Hanson comfort but he was wary of initiating contact in case it triggered another breakdown. However, he felt the need to do something, to do anything to show Hanson that everything was okay; to tell him that what they had done was not a violent, repulsive act like the rapes had been; that the only motivation was love and the preservation of life.
When he had made love to Tom, Booker knew he had become lost in the moment, that he had completely lost sight of everything and everyone around him except for the man beneath him. He also knew that Tom had felt what he felt; an exhilarating spark of electricity had flowed between them when their two bodies had connected as one. Hanson had enjoyed it; he had ejaculated forcefully and vocally and their final kiss had been a mutual hunger, to taste and devour each other’s essence. It was only when reality returned and slapped them in the face that Tom had broken down. Now, Booker was unsure if it was because he was ashamed of what had happened or ashamed because he had found pleasure in the act.
Deciding that he needed to take things slow, Dennis recapped the bottle and moved closer until he was sitting just inches from Tom. Placing the water bottle on the floor, he mirrored Hanson’s position. “I had to Tommy,” he muttered, his expression full of sadness. “He would have killed one of us if I didn’t do what he wanted.”
Tom continued to stare straight ahead. “I know,” he mumbled.
Feeling encouraged, Booker reached out to touch Tom’s face but the young officer shrank away. “Don’t,” he responded in a low voice.
Hurt by the rejection, Dennis moved away. He sat silently and watched as the shadows in the room lengthened and the day slowly became night. As the hours passed, a soft beam of light from the full moon shone into the room; illuminate both men’s faces and giving them an ethereal glow. Time passed slowly and Booker began to think that perhaps the man would leave them in peace and give them a chance to recover both mentally and physically from their ordeal. However, his belief was short lived as the sound of the door screeching open pulled him from his thoughts.
“Gentlemen,’ Bentley greeted them and Booker squinted against the torchlight that shone directly upon them. He could not see Edward but that did not mean that the youth was not lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting for his master’s orders. The light became stronger as Bentley moved towards them and Booker shielded his eyes with his hand. Turning his head, he glanced at Hanson. Tom’s eyes stared unblinkingly into the bright light and again, Booker feared for his partner’s mental health.
Towering over his hostages, Bentley’s mouth curled up into a cruel grin. “I was very impressed by your performance earlier today,” he teased. “In fact Officer Booker, I was a little jealous at how easily you made Officer Hanson come. You must tell me your secret.”
Dennis’ hands balled into tight fists of anger. “Screw you, you fucking psychopath,” he spat.
“Actually,” Bentley sneered and pulling out his gun, he pointed it at Tom. “I’m going to screw Officer Hanson.”
Fear gripped at Dennis’ heart and his blood ran cold. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Please, do what you want to me but don’t hurt Tommy.”
The man chuckled in amusement. “Well that’s very noble of you Officer Booker, but I don’t think you understand. I’m going to keep fucking your precious Tommy until he comes.”
“Oh God,” Booker moaned and he dropped his head into his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Bentley laughed. “I just like fucking pretty young men.”
Moving forward, the deranged man placed the barrel of his gun against Tom’s temple. Hanson did not react and his eyes remained void of any emotion.
“Stand up,” Bentley instructed quietly.
Tom got silently to his feet as Booker watched on helplessly. Dennis had no idea if Edward lay hidden in the shadows with a gun aimed at them and he was not prepared to take the risk. This time, Bentley unlocked the chain from the wall and he wrapped the end of it around his hand so that Tom was on a long leash. “Good dog,” he mocked softly and tugging on the chain, he turned his back and started to walk towards the bed.
To Booker’s horror, Tom began to walk compliantly behind Bentley. “TOMMY!” he yelled, in a voice filled with desperation.
The sound of Booker’s distressed voice triggered something inside Hanson’s brain and he came back to the reality of the situation with a powerful jolt. Letting out a bloodcurdling scream, he launched himself at Bentley, knocking him to the floor. Without hesitation, he grabbed hold of the chain and wrapped it around the stunned man’s throat. His eyes flashed wildly as he pulled tightly on the chain, slowly cutting off Bentley’s oxygen supply. “DIE YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he screamed, as spittle flew from his lips.
Bentley’s gun fired into the air and jumping to his feet, Booker ran across the room. He pulled up short, staggering backwards as the manacle tightened around his neck, signaling that the chain had reached the end of its length. “Tommy NO!” he shouted out, terrified that Hanson might actually keep his promise and kill the man. Looking around worriedly, he searched the room for Edward, terrified that he would leap from the darkness and shoot Tom dead. But the youth was nowhere to be seen.
Ignoring Dennis’ frantic plea, Tom continued to choke his abuser. Bentley’s eyes bulged and his fingers grasped at the links around his neck as he tried desperately to breathe. After a minute, a soft gurgling sound escaped his blue-tinged lips and with one final attempt to gasp in air, his head lolled to the side and he slumped to the floor.
Booker looked on in shock as Tom unwound the chain from around the dead man’s neck before searching Bentley’s pockets and pulling out a key. Standing up, he walked over to Booker and unlocked the manacle from around his neck. When he was free, Dennis silently took the key from Tom’s trembling hand and released him from his chains.
Staring down at Bentley’s lifeless body, Booker made a snap decision. Turning to Tom, he placed both hands on his shoulders. “Listen to me,” he said in a firm voice. “Do not say anything to the police. If they don’t know which one of us killed Bentley, they don’t have a case.”
Too shocked to disagree, Tom nodded mutely. When Dennis placed a comforting arm around his shoulders, he leaned into the protective embrace and together, the two naked men walked out into the night in search of help.
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