A/N: Drama all around, haha.

Velvet Black Rose, I dedicate this chapter to you...it's to make up for my previous deception, haha.

Some of you will like it, some will hate it, and I'm sure some of you are desperate for this damn story to end.

Well, we'll just have to see how it goes =)

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He slowly peeled his eyelids back, opening his glazed eyes to more darkness. He groaned softly, his head pulsating with pain. He could feel he was sitting on a heavy metal chair, the back chilly against his bare arms. He tried to make a move to stand, but was pulled back by his arms tightly secured behind his back. He tugged experimentally at his binding, feeling the cold rawness of handcuffs biting into his wrists.

"Fuck," he muttered. He looked around the room squinting, trying desperately to adjust his eyes to his surroundings.

"Welcome back," a voice echoed throughout the space. A row of overhead lights flew on, sending Kenny's eyes into violent spasms. He slammed them shut and threw his head down, trying to block out as much light as possible.

"Something wrong, Blondes?"

Goddamn it, no.

Kenny opened his eyes and winced in the direction of his attackers. His vision cleared slightly and he could make out the two forms of Mitch and Barney staring at him with evil smiles set upon their faces.

He felt his heart stop and he pulled at his wrists harder, trying to thrash away. He quickly fell dizzy and stopped, hanging his head down and trying to breathe evenly. He felt woozy enough to throw up, starting to try to gasp in enough air to keep himself from doing just that.

"Stop squirming, Boy," Mitch chuckled. "Inhaling chloroform isn't exactly going to keep your well being at top-notch," he waved a bottle of it in his hand. Kenny listened to the gentle swish of the liquid and stared at the ground in terror. He could tell that he was in a shack of some kind, the walls rotting and disgusting, the floor a cold, cold cement. Nothing was in the room that he could see aside from the chair and lights, along with the two assailants standing there.

"What the hell do you want?" he croaked out, his throat sore and scratchy.

"Is it so bad to want to see you again?" Barney asked sweetly, walking over to kneel in front of him. Kenny tried to kick out at him, but realized that his legs were cuffed to the chair as well. Great.

"Let me go," he demanded, looking into his dark eyes.

Barney smirked and hit him across the face, leaving him with a throbbing sensation in his cheek. "You don't get to give orders here, Kenny," he hissed, leaning in and touching noses with the blonde.

Mitch came up and stood closer to them. "So little buddy," he started. "Heard that you gave Barney some troubles with Red lately. That wasn't cool of you, you know."

"What the...," Kenny stared at Barney. "We...we fucking told you that Morgan loved you! You want revenge for that?! Just what kind of twisted fuck are you?!"

Barney chuckled. "I'm the kind of twisted fuck who wants to teach you your place, little Kenny," he cupped his chin and stroked his face with his thumb.

"W-what?" He stuttered, trying to pull back from the man's grasp.

"You should know better than to go delving into other people's business," Mitch said. "After all, there are just some secrets that shouldn't be exposed...someone may get hurt," he ran the back of his fingers smoothly up Kenny's face.

"I-I...Let me go!" he repeated, trying to pry himself away from the chair.

"How come? You've learned so much about me...and yet I know so little about you," he smirked. "I think that a nice chat is in order. In fact, why don't we get Kyle over here to...chat as well?" Kenny's eyes widened.

"Y-you don't know where he is," he stammered. "You can't fucking touch him," he insisted, trying desperately to convince himself that this was a true statement.

Mitch laughed. "You're right. We don't know where he is. However...," he took Kenny's cell phone from out his pocket. "This has dear Kylie's number right there. Getting a hold of him is no problem," he raised his brow in amusement at Kenny's horrified expression.

"P-please don't," he begged. "Leave him alone, please!"

"And why should we?" Barney asked. "He's just a much a part of this as you are, if not more."

"More?" Kenny asked confusedly.

"That little fucker attacked us and we haven't exacted revenge just yet," Mitch explained. "We don't leave things unfinished, Blondes. That's just not the way things are done around here."

Kenny felt himself beginning to hyperventilate as he took the phone and started scrolling through his contact list. "Don't!" he pled again. Barney slammed his fist into his stomach, sending him into a coughing fit and desperately wanting to curl up in pain. He looked up and saw Mitch holding the phone away from his ear and grinning at him.

"Let's put it on speaker, shall we?" he asked, pushing the call button.

"Please don't be up. Please don't be up," Kenny begged through the tears welling in his eyes.

He bit his lip as he heard a click on the other end. "Oh thank God," Kyle's voice rang clearly and echoed throughout the room. "Dude, you've been gone for hours, where the fuck are you?"

Kenny stared at the phone, terrified to make even the smallest sound. Barney, however, seemed to have no problem finding his voice. "Well, hello, Kyle. How are you doing this fine evening?"

There was silence at the end of the line. "Who the hell is is this?" Kyle asked quietly.

"Well is that any way to treat us, Red?" Mitch asked with a smirk. "Surely you remember us of all people."

A few moments of quietness passed before Kyle apparently hit realization: "YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!" he belted out. "What did you do to Kenny?!"

"Aw, don't worry, Red," Barney said. "Kenny's right here with us, listening to you panic. He's flattered by your devotion I'm sure," he patted the blonde's head gingerly.

"Kenny? Kenny can you hear me?!" Kyle asked desperately.

"K-Kyle," Kenny stammered softly, trying to mentally make the phone lose connection. He didn't want Kyle to know he was there, but the kid would be worse off he thought he was hidden away or something.

"Where the fuck are you?! Let him go!" Kyle screeched.

Mitch and Barney smirked at each other before looking at Kenny. Kenny, in return, looked back at them in terror. "Meet us at fifty-third and Grape in one hour, and make sure that you're alone," Barney directed. "Don't worry, we won't hurt him severely if you just cooperate once you get here...You'll see your love soon enough, little Kyle."

"Kyle, don't!" Kenny begged, finally finding his voice. "Don't do it! I'll get out on my own! Stay home!"

"I'll be there," Kyle said. "Kenny...I love you." And with that, his end of the line went dead.

"Kyle?! Kyle, no!" Kenny begged still. "No, no, no," he whispered, shaking his head with quiet sobs.

"Aww, don't cry, Blondie. You should be happy," Barney stated, grasping his chin and pulling him up. "After all..." he stroked the tear stains on his cheeks. "If they're willing to die for you, it means they love you."

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There had only been one other time in his life when he'd felt this. His heart clenched in fear, his mind racing desperately, his willingness to do anything to get out of the situation at hand. Merely a week ago he'd been stuck in this situation, and the feeling was settling heavily at the bottom of his stomach as his mind flashed back towards him. Bleeding, suffering, dying. Nothing but stillness. It was too overwhelming as the minutes passed.

He sat still, his gaze fixated on the ground. Barney sat across from him, occasionally pacing in front of him or touching his face. How badly he wanted to bite those fat fingers of his off his whole damn hand. Those kinds of caresses were for Kyle and Kyle alone, not some fat perverted fucker.

"He here yet?" Barney called out towards Mitch. Kenny followed his gaze, staring exhaustedly at the older man.

"Not yet, but I'm sure he's running his little heart out to get here," Mitch smiled sinisterly at Kenny. Kenny scowled back, wincing at the sharp pain in his jaw. An hour alone with two maniacs had gotten him beaten black and blue, bleeding from his scalp down. He tried to heal himself, but couldn't seem to do it.

"I must have to actually touch the wound with my hand," he bit his lip angrily. He was in a lot of fucking pain. He tried once more to pull himself off the chair, clenching his teeth when he failed once again.

He looked at the light fixtures on the ceiling and blinked back tears. This was all Satan's fault! If he hadn't of made him take this job, none of this would have happened! He shook with anger, letting this idea fill his thoughts for a few hate-filled moments before snapping back to reality. Maybe Satan had played a part in this, but he had also helped Kenny out immensely.

After all, he'd broken the boy's curse. He'd made it so he could be with Kyle...even brought Kyle back to life for him! True, it was for his own benefit, but he could have just as easily either kept Kyle with him or sent him back with a mortal existence, leaving Kenny to mourn his passing if he'd continued on living. He was destined to be like he was, always cursed in one way or another. But now he had a bright side to that damning disease: he had Kyle. He gritted his teeth, realizing how selfish he sounded. Kyle said he wanted to stay with him for eternity, but was it really the truth? Was his Jew just saying that, not realizing the repercussions of such a decision?!

No. No, Kyle wouldn't do that. There was no doubt that he didn't. He thought everything through always, there was no way that it was merely on a whim that he'd thrown himself into this horrid lifestyle. He really wanted to stay with Kenny, despite everything that he was going through to do it. This made Kenny's heart swell with a mixture of not only love and happiness, but guilt as well. He was the reason behind Kyle's wounds. He was the reason behind Kyle once again confronting society. And he was the reason that he was on his way here, probably scared to death for his safety and not paying any mind to his own.

"Goddammit, why us?" Kenny thought, shutting his eyes and trembling. "Why couldn't we just be normal?! Why are we stuck in this? What did we do to deserve it?!"

"Well, there you are," Mitch's voice piped up. Kenny shot his eyes open and gazed at the door fearfully. "We were beginning to think you weren't coming."

"Fuck off and give me back Kenny," Kyle growled.

"All in time, Red. All in time. Come on in," he could hear the sinister grin in his voice. They walked in, with Kyle's arms secured by the larger man's.

As soon as his sights set on Kenny, his eyes widened and he tried to break away from his grasp to get to him.

"Ah ah ah," Barney taunted, stepping towards him. "Not smart there, Kyle."

"Shut the fuck up you sick freak," Kyle spit out, trying to reel back and punch him. Mitch kept a firm grip on his small arms and he thrashed around a bit. "Let him go!" he demanded.

"He's fine," Barney shrugged. "Aren't ya, Kenny?" he called over towards the boy.

"Leave Kyle alone!" he shouted.

"Aw, isn't that sweet," Mitch cooed. "They're both so concerned for each other. It tears my heart apart, I tell ya."

Barney grasped Kyle's chin and forced him to look into his brown eyes. "Look, Kyle. I told you if your cooperated, Kenny wouldn't be severely hurt. You're a smart kid, you know that you can't take us both down when we're holding the cards. So why don't you just do as we say and we'll let you both off alive, hm?"

Kyle turned his eyes towards Kenny, who just looked back at him fearfully, mouthing for him to run. Just run and never look back. Kyle turned back and sighed. "Fine. What do you want?"

"I think you know, Kyle," Barney sneered, fingering the button on the Jew's jeans.

"NO!" Kenny shouted, trying again to break free from the chair. "Don't do it, Kyle! Just run, damn it!" he pleaded. Barney smirked and walked over towards him. He took a scarf from behind his chair and secured it tightly around Kenny's mouth.

"Now if Kyle's willing to do this, you should be willing to let him. He had the choice. He made his. Promise that you two are free just as soon as we're done. Now, be a good little boy and you just sit tight," he patted his head twice and walked back towards the door, locking it tight.

"You ready, Red?" Mitch asked. Kyle just stared at the ground in defeat.

"Good," Barney said, strolling back towards him and yanking his chin up again. "Now, are you going to cooperate or am I going to have to hurt Kenny?"

"Don't," he whispered. "I-I'll do what you say," he said trembling.

"Good boy," Mitch smiled. Barney released his face and walked back behind Kenny again, this time with a long strand of rope in his hand.

"On your knees," he commanded.

Kenny started to protest wildly into his gag. Kyle just gave him a small glance and shook his head softly. He had made up his mind. He wasn't going anywhere. Kenny felt tears pricking the side of his eyes, knowing that it was his fault that Kyle was in this position.

Mitch released Kyle's arms, letting him drop slowly towards the ground on his knees, shaking slightly. Barney came up behind him and secured his wrists behind his back with a tight knot. Kyle just stared at the floor in front of him, biting his lip a bit and trembling. Mitch pet his curls lightly, treating him as though he were some sort of dog. "There ya go. See? It's not too hard to listen to us now, is it?"

Kyle just continued to stare off into nothingness. Kenny tried to slip his hands through his cuffs, but couldn't do it. He let out a frustrated groan, desperate to rip out of his imprisonment and rescue Kyle.

"You have such a beautiful face," Barney commented, caressing Kyle's reddened cheeks gingerly.

"Say thank you, Kyle," Mitch sneered.

"Thank you," Kyle whispered, Kenny feeling the self-loathing emanating from the boy.

"You are being very cooperative, Kyle," Barney commented. "I'm impressed. I didn't think that all it'd take is for me to threaten to kick lover-boy around," he motioned towards Kenny. Kenny scowled at him, though he couldn't see it past the damn scarf. "I think you two deserve a reward for being so good."

Kyle and Kenny looked at each other, eyebrows quirked in confusion. Mitch ripped Kyle up by his hair and prompted a throaty yelp out of the boy. He pulled him over to Kenny and slammed him back down on his knees. Barney followed close behind, smiling wickedly.

"Now then," he started. "Why don't we make Kenny a happy boy?" He reached for Kenny's pants and Kenny tried to squirm away.

"What are you doing?!" Kyle yelled, resulting in a loud whack on the head by Mitch's hand.

"Quiet, Red," he commanded as Barney undid the blonde's jeans.

"Instead of using that beautiful mouth for talking, why don't you use it on your boyfriend here?" Barney smiled at him.

Kenny and Kyle's eyes both widened in horror. "Y-you...what?" Kyle asked, softly shaking his head back and forth.

"You heard him. Suck him off," Mitch replied bluntly, grabbing Kyle's neck and pushing him centimeters from Kenny's cock.

Kenny gulped and looked down at Kyle, who was looking back at him with desperation in his eyes. "Pretend we're alone," he mouthed. Kenny nodded before Kyle took his member into his mouth, sending a shiver through his body.

He hated the situation, he hated that Kyle was being forced to do this, that he had to watch his boyfriend suffer, but he couldn't control the natural reactions of his body. He mentally cursed himself as his cock grew harder in the young Jew's mouth, twitching as his tongue caressed the length gently, with love despite their situation.

"Feels good, hm Kenny?" Mitch laughed as he and Barney stood back to watch their show. Kenny merely shuddered as Kyle increased his pace, lapping at his flaming skin with vigor. He closed one eye and watched Kyle's head as it bobbed up and down his member. He let out an involuntary moan as Kyle started to gently graze the skin with his teeth, prompting a new wave of pressure and feeling. He felt disgusted with himself, able to actually get a boner while they were doing this in a hostage situation? What kind of level minded person could get hot from that?!

After several minutes, he felt himself nearing his peak and bit his lip, his hips jerking slightly deeper into the young boy's mouth. He took the jerks with ease, however, accepting Kenny further into his throat without so much as a gag. Kenny shot his eyes towards the two onlookers, both of them licking their lips as they watched Kyle work his little mouth.

Kenny felt himself right on the edge, looking back at Kyle and meeting eyes with him. He felt a surge of overwhelming passion as he looked into the orbs of the young boy sacrificing his dignity for his safety and couldn't hold back his release. Kyle's eyes widened slightly as he took in Kenny's load, swallowing all that he could before coughing up a bit at the unexpected moment. Kenny panted and looked at him guiltily as he laid his head down on Kenny's lap. He looked back up towards him and gave him a meek smile.

"I love you," he mumbled into the gag before Kyle was ripped away from him by Barney's strong hand.

"Good job, Kyle," he said, dragging him away by his hair and throwing him onto the ground once more. Kyle groaned as he placed his foot atop his back and leaned his body weight on top of the little form. "You're just a little slut aren't you?" he smirked.

Kyle remained silent, biting his lip to keep from crying out in pain as he was continually pressed on. "He asked you a question, Red," Mitch said, walking over and kicking the back of his head.

Kyle whimpered softly, his head now throbbing heavily. He just nodded for them, not dignifying their attacks with a verbal response. Mitch reached down and yanked him off the floor with an evil grin.

"Well, if you are," he started, breathing right into the Jew's face, "then you're just gonna love this next part. I suggest you hold still and...try not to tense up. It may hurt more," he chuckled. He reached for Kyle's pantline but was smacked away by Barney.

"Let's do this properly," he smiled, gesturing towards the floor. Mitch threw down the redhead onto his back and Barney straddled his hips as he was groaning in pain. "So, Kyle, are you ready, Love?" Kyle just looked to his side towards Kenny's feet and started shuddering violently.

Kenny began screaming into the scarf, begging them to just leave him alone. His efforts went unheeded as Barney slowly began unbuttoning Kyle's shirt as Mitch bent down and stroked his scarlet cheek. Kyle shut his eyes, biting his lip to try to ward off any things that he so badly wanted to scream out. Kenny felt tears streaming down his face as Kyle's torso was exposed to the chilly air in the room. He let out another bout of screams, meeting Mitch's gaze with fiery eyes.

"Stop squealing over there." He took Kyle's head and lifted it off the ground, slamming it hard back into the concrete. Kyle groaned as the gray floor became stained with a small puddle of crimson. Mitch looked back into Kenny's furious eyes and said, "or else. Do you really want Kyle to fall into a coma, Ken? That wouldn't be a very loving thing to do. Look at what he's doing to protect you, and yet you keep making us want to hurt him more? What kind of boyfriend are you?" he smiled evilly, a gesture that destroyed Kenny's fury and made him quiver in fear. "Good," he said. "Now. Don't make any more noise, you understand?"

Kenny made no move and Mitch turned back towards their young hostage. Barney lifted himself off of the boy, unbuttoning his jeans as he moved to kneel beside his legs. "Kyle, sit up," he commanded.

Kyle slowly peeled himself off the ground, blood dripping still from his scalp. He had trouble finding his balance but finally made it upright after a bit. Barney nodded at Mitch, who went back behind Kenny and produced yet another scarf. He came up and tightly secured it around Kyle's beautiful eyes, showing only his lips curled in a terrified manner.

Kenny looked at his boyfriend and found himself reduced to tears again. Sitting on a cold, unforgiving floor. Tied up and blinded, his shirt and pants undone, at the hands of two men determined to make him theirs. He threw his head down, too afraid to look back up towards them, and he silently sobbed, his tears starting to dampen the scarf around his mouth.

"Goddammit," he cursed to himself. "It should have been me! Kyle didn't do anything! He doesn't deserve this!" he cried out in his head.

"It's no wonder Blondie's with you, Kyle," Barney said. Kenny looked up and saw him stroking the young boy's heaving chest with his fingertips. He looked up towards Kyle's face and saw stray tears falling from underneath the scarf.

"Aw, don't cry," Mitch said, roughly wiping tears from Kyle's narrow cheeks. "It's not like we're gonna kill ya," he smiled maliciously.

"I'd rather you would," Kyle muttered. Kenny's heart stopped. Images of torn skin and hospital beds filled his mind.

Barney and Mitch broke into vicious laughter. "Now why would we kill such a pretty little thing like you?" Barney asked, cupping Kyle's chin and stroking his face. "Why don't we just go right ahead, hm?"

Kyle remained silent, shaking violently.

"On your knees again," Mitch directed. Kyle did as he was told, breathing as evenly as he could. Kenny could recognize that breathing. It was what he did when he was angry or upset and was ready to blow at any second, either resulting in violence or crying. Kenny guessed the latter was his motivation.

Kyle turned his head towards Kenny's direction, and Kenny could feel his emerald iris' staring into his own through the fabric. "I love you, too," he mouthed. Kenny felt the tears cascading once again, but he couldn't manage so much as a sniffle, afraid to put Kyle in more harms way.

Barney took his fingers and gently worked them under Kyle's waistband. Kyle shuddered as he turned his head back to face his front, directed towards a decaying wall. The older man suddenly ripped down his jeans and boxers, and Kenny felt his temperature rise with anger as he and Mitch ogled Kyle's body.

"Well aren't you a big boy," Barney chuckled, staring openly at Kyle's limp cock. He grabbed it in his hand, prompting a small gasp out of Kyle as he trembled. He soon released it, stroking Kyle's face once more. "Mitch," he stated softly, "turn him around." Mitch grabbed him and yanked him around, and Barney stood, unzipping his pants. Kenny's eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. They were actually going to...and Kyle was letting them! He bit his lip in fury at himself, letting himself get caught off guard and kidnapped like he was a child! He should have fucking brought his knife! Or invested in a handgun or something, anything to save Kyle!

Barney's erect cock practically jumped out of the zipper of his slacks and he grinned. "Kyle, bend down."

"No, no, no," Kenny pleaded silently. "Just stand and run, please. I'll forgive you and I'll be fine, just please don't," he cried consistent tears. Kyle let out a wavering breath and lowered his front half to the ground, his toned ass held up in the air towards Barney. Barney ran his hand lovingly against his skin, suddenly removing his hand and slamming it back down on Kyle's left cheek with a loud smack.

Kyle yelped after the impact, shaking with fear. "You have a pretty face and a nice ass," Barney commented. "What don't you have, little Kyle?" Kyle just stayed silent, the side of his head pressed against the floor and his clothed eyes staring towards Kenny.

"Come on, Barn," Mitch urged him. "I wanna hear the little bitch scream." Barney smirked at him.

"Alrighty, if you insist. Ready Kyle?" Kyle just bit his lip, cringing from the idea. He released his lip, however and let out a shrill scream as Barney thrust his entire length into him in one swift motion. Kenny turned his head away in horror and guilt as he listened to Kyle whimper. These weren't the whimpers that he'd let out when he and Kenny were making love. No, these were yelps of pure agony escaping from his little mouth. He listened to Barney grunt as he slowly thrust in and out of Kyle's little body, making the poor boy continue to let out throaty yells of pain. Kenny looked back up, trying to mentally pull Barney away from his Kyle. He straightened up and his eyes widened with horror as he saw Barney's cock streaked with blood.

"God, you have a tight little ass," he grunted in-between pants. The visible portion of Kyle's face was bright red and streaming with tears. His mouth was continually open in pain, his features distorted by what he was enduring. With every thrust that Barney made, his scream became all the more unbearable for Kenny. His tears were burning hotly against his face as he watched his boyfriend's body rock back and forth with a madman behind his movements.

He couldn't fucking take it anymore, and he screamed. He screamed in anger and frustration towards the men abusing his Jew. He screamed for Kyle to get away, and most of all, he screamed at himself for letting it happen. He let all of his thoughts pour out in menacing screeches, completely mumbled by the damning scarf. Barney ignored him, continuing to thrust into the young boy relentlessly, listening to his groans and shouts and licking his lips in delight. Mitch however, turned towards the raging blonde and grinned ferociously. He stopped watching Kyle and walked over towards Kenny, his expression never faltering.

"So," he bent down so he was level with Kenny, "how do you like watching this, hmm? To know that he's taking this as a showing of his love for you? To know that he's sacrificing himself just so you don't get hurt anymore? Feels pretty shitty from your end, I'm sure."

Kenny screamed profanities at him from beyond his gag. Mitch just continued to smile, looking back and forth between the two boys. "You know, you've got yourself a pretty little boyfriend there, Kenny. You're pretty damn lucky." As if Kenny didn't already know this. "I mean, just look at his little body," he continued, taunting Kenny evilly. "He's bleeding like a stuck pig from Barney. And I'm even bigger," he smiled at the blonde. Kenny screeched at him and tried to wriggle out of his bondage once more, desperate to punch this fucker in the face and turn on Barney with any sharp object he could find.

"You make too much noise," Mitch said quietly. "I think that we need to change that." He suddenly brought his fist up and slammed it into the back of Kenny's head. Kenny felt dizzy, his vision suddenly blurring severely. He turned back towards the direction of his Kyle...no, his three Kyles...and felt the room begin to darken. He found himself fading off with a violent and terrified scream from his love, calling his name in desperation.

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A/N: I'm so fucking mean to Kyle. But still. Mmmm, Kyle rape =)

Anyways, yea. Short chapter. But the next event needs to be on its own I've decided. Think I pulled off a rape scene well enough here? I think I did alright =)

As I said, some of you will love this little development, and some may only like the aftermath. Dunno.

Thanks for R&R-ing

PS: Velvet Black Rose, have I earned forgiveness for my deception a few chaps back?

PPS: Did you all notice the line 'who could get hot from a hostage situation?'? I was laughing so fucking hard as I wrote that. Omg, the irony XD