Man, I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter, and it STILL isn't as long as I wanted it to be. Damn! I actually lost this chapter, and spent most of last night looking for it. I also want to apologize to all the people who've reviewed, and that I haven't got back to yet. I'm really trying, I swear! I thank you all for taking the time to review, it does mean a lot to me. Any constructive criticism is highly appreciated. Thank you all for bearing with me.

Oh, and guess what! I got into Pre-IB! And at a really good school as well! Yes! Congratulations are accepted and appreciated. Yes, I am very humble…

Disclaimer: Don't own diddly (don't own any of the characters)

Warning: Yassen/Alex Male/Male relationship(ish) might be slight non-con, at least to start off with

Summary: Yassen pulls Alex to safety after shooting Sayle, but what is the price Alex has to pay? Warning: Male/Male (might contain non-con later)

This story is dedicated to Ceriadara. Her work is awesome, so go read.

The Price To Pay

Chapter 2:

Alex woke to find himself in a large, soft four-poster bed, with mahogany wood and black silk sheets. The heavy drapes were a deep blood-red colour, tied back to the posts.

"I was wondering how long you would be asleep. You have experienced a lot in the last few days, more than any normal 14 year old would be able to." Yassen's silky accent cut through the silence, and Alex became increasingly nervous when he realized he had been stripped to his boxers, most likely by the man who had just glided into the room with an unnatural grace.

Alex looked at the Russian, taking in his short, red hair, the calculating blue eyes and the snowy white skin, contrasting strongly with the black button-up shirt (which Alex noticed, blushing, had the top few buttons undone). His eyes moved downwards, seeing the black cargo pants. He was surprised to see that Yassen had removed his boots, and now only had plain white tennis-socks adorning his feet.

Alex looked back up into the cold blue eyes, blushing ever so slightly when he realized Yassen had caught his wandering gaze. Yassen met Alex's eyes, his face completely blank except for the ever-so-slight smirk ghosting his lips.

"Why did you bring me here?" Alex asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Do you think saving your life came for free, Alex?" Yassen said, his voice filled with smugness, "You must have realized there is a price to pay. Consequence demands a price. I demand a price."

Alex just stared at him; "and what would this price be?"

"I would think that it is quite obvious. Tell me, Alex, should I assume by your wandering eyes that you are willing, or will I have to force myself upon you?" Yassen's voice was knowing, yet seductive, the voice of a man who knows that in the end, he will get his way.

"Force yourself? What do you mea- OH. MY. GOD! You have got to be kidding! I mean, you're a guy, I'm a guy…And I'm FOURTEEN! Oh no, stay the HELL away." Alex exclaimed, moving up towards the headboard as Yassen started to walk towards him.

Yassen pulled him flat onto his back on the bed, pinning him down with his body. "By force, then?" He whispered teasingly into the teen's ear, feeling Alex's stomach muscles tense at the sensation. He pressed his hips down, feeling Alex try to squirm from the pressure, probably not realizing that he was only making matters worse for himself. Yassen pulled his head back to look into the chocolate depths, only to find that the teen was doing everything in his power not to look into the face of the man lying atop him.

"Why do you fight this, Alex?" Yassen asked quietly.

"I don't want this. I-" Alex started, but the Russian cut him off; "Do you not want this because you're not attracted to me, or because you are?"

"I'm not attracted to you!" Alex growled out, glaring at the older man.

"As I said to you before, Alex; It is a good act. You do it very well." Yassen mocked his words from when they had met at the Stormbreaker facility, "But we both know that you do not speak the truth. You might be a good actor, but your body betrays you."

Alex blushed, knowing what the red-head was referring to. He averted his eyes from the knowing ones above him, opting to stare over the older man's shoulder.

"I'll make a deal with you. If you truly do not want this, I will leave this room and you can take some clothes from the closet and walk out of here."

"But…?" Alex questioned.

"But if we ever cross paths again, I will take you, and you will have no say in how." Yassen spoke calmly.

"And my other options?" Alex enquired with a hint of sarcasm.

"If you do not feel ready to go all the way, I will take what you can give me now, and collect the rest of my pay when you are ready. Again, you will have no say in how. Ether that, or you can give yourself to me now, and I will respect that this is your first time, and will go slowly. The choice is yours…

TBC…

Ooooooh. What will Alex choose? Will he refuse Yassen, and risk them meeting up at a later date? Will he only make out with the attractive Russian, or will he go all the way? Give your vote, and find out in the next chapter of "The Price to Pay"

Note: If you vote for the first choice, I will not write a long story with several chapters or a sequel of them coming face to face again somewhere else.