Warnings: This is probably going to be one of the darker chapters. There is still sex, and considering the only characters I am using are males, it is all between males. This chapter however contains more or less sexual/psychological torture. Creed really isn't a nice villain, and he is very sick in the head (okay so some of that is my doing) but PLEASE if you DON'T LIKE it DON'T READ it. I don't get too graphic I don't think, but its still not pleasant.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing but the plot and my OC

Creed woke up the morning in a very good mood. He had plan the whole day out before he went to bed. This villain lived with a plan, always had. He wasn't sure if that was just how he was raised or if he just needed some sort of structure to keep himself sane, well as sane as he could be. His childhood hadn't ever been a happy one, but he survived it. After his parents murder-suicide he was sent to live with his closest living relative, Alva. His mother was his cousin or something like that. Alva didn't care about him at all, except maybe for his inherent genius with robotics. It was something he had always resented. As his frustrations grew, a plan developed. He could see it in his mind, he could see himself becoming to riches most loved man in Dakota, if not even further than that. He started simple, building what he needed slow and covering his tracks. He used his powers subtly on Alva. He knew that if he just flipped it like a switch, people would just question. He manipulated Alva to grow to adore him, give him anything he wanted or needed. And with Alva providing everything no one would ever know that he was really behind it.

That was just the first part of his plan though. The next was catching the heroes. Both steps completed with minimal problems. Now to the third step, a very crucial one. He was going to take over the company. In his previous manipulations, he made Alva change the will so that after Junior, he would be next in line to gain the company. He wasn't willing to wait, so he was going to speed up the process a little bit with the help of the villains. Once that was accomplished, he was set. He would have money, glory, and his own personal harem. He wasn't just going to let the four bang babies go. Oh no. They were his now.

Creed stretched and rolled out of bed, twisted thoughts and plans racing through his dark mind. He turned to the monitors. All the men were sleeping peacefully. He smirked because that wouldn't last for long. Time to wake up, he thought as he pressed the buttons to activate the heroes' collars.

Richie woke with a strangled scream. Getting shocked out of sleep was not on his list of things to do that day. It was only a mild shock, but it was still unpleasant. His breath was ragged as he tried to calm down.

Ebon had woken with a start at his lover's scream of pain and was holding him, trying to soothe him. He laughed a little at his lover mumbled something about alarm clocks and know much better ways to wake up. The dark man was pretty sure he knew what was on Richie's mind at the moment and kissed him gently, murmuring, asking if the blond was okay.

Richie was about to answer when Creed spoke up through the speakers. "I hope you boys are rested from you exercise last night." The two shuddered as the realized they had been watched. It made them both feel ill that they were being held by someone as sick as Creed. "It's time for the plan to move forward. Come to the meeting room now. And no tricks or you know what will happen." The door opened as he finished and Riche tense as a very light tingling of electricity threatened him.

Virgil woke with just a grunt of pain. He would not give the bastard that held them the satisfaction. Hotstreak remained asleep and the pain continued to grow. Virgil knew what Creed was trying to tell him and he shook Hotstreak awake.

The pyro woke with a grunt and was about to complain until he saw his lover shaking, his eyes full of pain. Hotstreak growled, "I'm awake now. Stop hurting him." He watched his boyfriend for a moment, not expecting any response from Creed. He flinched at the moan of pain broke through Virgil's lips even as he tried to keep it in. Then he collapsed into Francis's arms as the pain subsided.

They got the same message as the other two and made their way to the main room. All four stood there silent, waiting for Creed. When the villain finally showed up, they all tensed.

"Welcome. I hope you all slept well because today is probably going to be a long day for all of you." He stood and walked towards them, enjoying the way they further tensed. He held out a hand to each of the villains. "Take these. A microphone, ear bud and screen. That way I can give you instructions, you can relay you success to me." He waited until the villains complied and were distracted, then he cuffed each of the heroes and yanked them away from their protectors.

The only reason the former villains stayed still was because they were afraid of causing their lovers more pain. They watched in horror as stripped them to nothing and bound them to chains in the wall. Ebon knew immediately as did Richie what Creed was up too. Hotstreak and Virgil weren't far behind in figuring hit out.

Creed couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "The screen is so you can see the consequences of failing or making a mistake instead of just hearing it. I believe that will leave more of an impression." His smirk grew wider if that was even possible, "Turn around. I want to make sure the screens work before I send you out there."

Both older bang babies hesitated for only a second before complying. Ebon watched through his screen as Creed approached the blonde. He tensed as their captor grew closer. He wanted to plead for his younger lover's safety, but knew it was useless. He gagged along with Richie as the villain pressed a dominating kiss to unwilling lips. Hotstreak watched all this and his own lover struggling, afraid that he would be next. Thankfully Creed stopped for now.

Creed had seen the reaction he wanted. He knew the screens were working. "Well, it appears they work. Now for the general plan. Ebon you will go kill Alva and Hotstreak you will kill Junior. Simple enough right." He waited a moment for a nod of understanding. "Good. Now go." Any semblance of kindness that may have been in Creed's voice before was gone. He was fully aware that what he was doing was beyond painful, beyond wrong, but he didn't care. He was going to have fun today.

Ebon flinched as he fought off Alva's bodyguards. Richie was being punished because he hadn't been able to evade the security system and now because he couldn't get through the guards fast enough. He tried to focus past the image of his lover on the screen struggling to escape the unwanted hands on his naked form. He almost froze when Creed lowered Richie only to force the blonde to suck him off. Ebon had to force himself to focus and take care of the task assigned to him. The faster he got it done, the faster Richie's torture would stop. It was a blur to Ebon, his mind split between callously killing and mourning the fact he couldn't protect one of the few he cared for. Ebon let out a howl of rage as he finally managed to kill Alva because it coincided with Creed finishing in Richie's mouth. Ebon collapsed to his knees as he watched his boyfriend choke and hang limply by the chains he was bound to.

Hotstreak was having a slightly easier time because most of the bodyguards had been diverted to protect Alva. He killed Junior with no problems, trying to ignore what he was seeing. He didn't want to envision what Creed might do to Virgil. But he saw that Creed had finished with Richie and moved over to Virgil. "I hope you don't expect me to reward you for not messing up. I can't hope to resist someone like Virgil here." Hotstreak watched in horror, frozen, as Creed began pumping his fingers into his boyfriend.

Virgil had watched as his childhood friend was violated, knowing he would be next. When Creed had left Richie exhausted and crying, Virgil tried to flinch away, but it was useless. He tried not to give Creed any satisfaction through his pain or discomfort, but it was useless. He started crying as his body betrayed him and grew more aroused as the villain's ministrations continued. Virgil just shut down. He didn't want to know what was happening to him. He finally released with a strangled cry mixed with sobs.

Creed sat on his throne waiting for Ebon and Hotstreak to return. He just smirked, knowing they would do nothing, when they walked in. With seemingly a wave of his hand, the degraded heroes were released and they dropped to the ground. The former villains just cradled their lovers before leaving, knowing there was nothing they could do.

Ebon sat holding Richie close while the younger just cried and vomited and cried more. It tore him apart to know that he hadn't been able to protect his hero. He couldn't stop apologizing. He was apologizing for everything, for leaving him to Creed's mercy, for not being able to protect him, for knowing he wouldn't be able to stop anything in the future.

Hotstreak was worried for his lover. Virgil wasn't even crying. He was catatonic. Hotstreak cried for both of them. He knew that Virgil had been broken, and he didn't know how to fix it or keeping it from happening again. Both pairs fell into a restless sleep, knowing their hell was just beginning.

A/N: Hey, I still sorry for not being able to update as fast as I want to. I have it all planned out and it maybe has about 4 more chapters unless my imagination runs away on me again. I really hope you guys aren't finding it too dark. I really don't know where these ideas are coming from. As always, please read and review.