I want to thanks : Hap, Kita386, Kate, Aewnaur and Lynnp for their reviews.

To Hap : I can't give you the punch of the fic, but that's not something you can imagine.

To Kita386 : I like Captain Hudson to, so I have the idea to make him important in this fic.

To Kate : I know the first chapter look a little rushed, but don't worry you're going to have more details in this and the other chapter.

To Lynnp and Aewnaur : Thank you for your kind word my friend.

- THE NIGHTMARES MISSION -

BY

WOLENCZAK2004

AND

AEWNAUR

- CHAPTER 2 -

- GOING TO HELL -

Several hours later the shuttle finish docking procedures at the Presidential residence. The door of the shuttle opened to show a beautiful garden. Two of the guards checked security, then came back and gave the 'all clear' sign. Bourn followed as the others exited the craft. The walk to the mansion was fairly short thankfully as Lucas's hands were still tied behind his back throwing off his balance slightly.

Lucas stopped just inside the doors, not even the pretentiousness of his mothers house could rival the luxury here. Jacobson pushed him in the back to make him move. When they reach the living room, they stop. Bourn turned to face Lucas for the first time since leaving the Lab.

"How do you like my home, Ensign?" Bourn's smile set Lucas on edge.

"Not bad, but mine's better," said Lucas with a smirk. He would prefer the seaQuest over this mausoleum any day.

The reaction was immediate almost planned Lucas felt as if no matter what he had said the response would have been the same. He fell back slightly as the blow landed on his cheek only to have Jacobson catch him. The side of his face burned and turned an angry red he wanted to reach up and cool it with his own hand but the ropes around his wrists stopped him. Instead he stared defiantly back up at Bourn and shook off the hands holding him.

Bourn's nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed at this show of defiance. "I think it's time I showed you to your new room." he hissed. He grabbed Lucas by the elbow and pulled him through the house.

They stopped in front of a metal door with a security panel above the door knob. Bourn keyed in the code opened the door and motioned Lucas to proceed him inside. When Lucas didn't move Bourn rolled his eyes and drug him in the room, closing the door behind them loudly.

"Look around, make yourself at home. You are, after all, going to be here for a long, long time," Bourn smirked.

Lucas couldn't figure out why Bourn would give him such a nice room, but he really didn't think it was a good thing for him. He took in the opulence at a glance. A beautiful queen sized bed with nightstands on either side carved from elegant red mahogany wood against the far wall. There was no window but a small sitting area, complete with burgundy sofa, dark green arm chairs and coffee table, actually gave the room a comfortable feel. He could tell the lamps on either side of the bed would give the room a soft warm glow. Lucas moved around the room, stopping just in front of the sofa. He froze when he heard Bourn move up behind him.

He slowly turned when the silence in the room grew too uncomfortable. Bourn was standing right behind him, close, too close. Lucas attempted to back away when Bourn raised his hand, but was stopped as his knees hit the chair. Lucas flinched as the man's hand touched his still burning cheek. Bourn's skin was cool and dry, Lucas immediately thought it was just further proof that Bourn was really a snake.

"There's no where to go Pretty Boy, and no one here to help you," Bourn's voice became possessive. "You are mine now."

"What do you mean, I'm yours? What do you want from me?"

Bourn shivered under that glacial stare. Lucas's ice blue eyes blazed, Bourn shivered under that glacial stare. This was just getting better and better, he couldn't wait to break this boy.

"Everything. And now that I have," Bourn let his eyes travel the length of Lucas's body, "everything, I'm a very happy man," he smirked.

Lucas looked into Bourn eyes and saw what he had been afraid of. Lust. The man was getting off on his fear.

The older man moved his hand up suddenly and grabbed his shoulder. He flinched, but only succeeded in toppling them both back onto the couch. Bourn was lying on top of him. He couldn't push the man off , his hands were still tied behind his back and the pain in his shoulder kept him from struggling too much. He felt himself freeze as Bourn's mouth crushed against his. The man matched his every move as he twisted his head from side to side. The mock kiss only last a few seconds before Bourn lifted up and stared at him in satisfaction.

"You see, you can't fight me. You, Lucas Wolenczak are mine," his voice was hard with the underlying lust and dominance.

Bourn pushed himself away from the stunned young man and walked to the door. He let in the men that had been waiting patiently in the hall.

"Walter, untie him, but don't let him go. Jacobson, help hold him," he ordered.

The men moved to do as they were told without comment. Moments later another man entered. Lucas felt his heart speed up as he took in the full measure of the new guy. He looked like a doctor. He tried to struggle again as the doctor took a syringe out of his bag and began filling it.

Jacobson's grip tightened but Lucas just thrashed about even more. He didn't know what he would do if he did get away but he couldn't just let Bourn do whatever he had planned, not after that scene on the couch.

A few minutes of struggling and almost wrenching his shoulder out of socket later Lucas felt the inevitable sting of the needle. The men continued to hold him as he tried to calm his racing heart. He had to calm down, fighting would just make the drug circulate his system faster. A bitter coppery taste filled his mouth and his head grew thick. His head rolled back on his shoulders, he just couldn't think straight. Where was he again? Voices drew his attention. Oh yes, Bourn. Sick Bastard.

"He's out boss."

"Leave us," Bourn ordered, his eyes never leaving the drugged form that slumped to the floor. Such a Pretty Boy!

Lucas struggled to stand, leaning against the wall for support. With the other men leaving he didn't want to be on the floor when Bourn reached him.

"Well, Lucas now that we both know what is going to happen here, why don't you make this easier on both of us," Bourn steered before his voice became hard. "Strip."

"Your insane," Lucas slurred.

"You don't really think you have a choice, do you? Then again with the drugs the good doctor gave you," Bourn sighed, "I'll help you this once but after this I expect obedience," he was having fun. This was turning out better than he expected.

Bourn moved to help Lucas undress biting his lip to keep from laughing at the ineffectual strikes the boy was throwing. This drug worked like a charm! He would have to remember to give the good doctor a bonus.

Lucas's breath quickened and his eyes blurred. His body didn't want to cooperate his hands wouldn't even stay clinched into fists. Panic was over taking his mind, he couldn't even scream. His voice came out in whimpers.

"No, don't touch me. Stay away!"

"Don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be, Pretty Boy."

Lucas managed to get a bit of power behind a blow, he landed it on Bourn's cheek with a satisfying slap.A sadistic grin came Bourn's already harsh features as he grabbed Lucas's arm and spun the boy around. He made sure to bounce the boy's head against the wall a time or two. How he loved hearing the whimpers of pain.Lucas slid to his knees and tried to catch his breath. He couldn't control the small sounds escaping him. His arm was on fire and he couldn't even manage to fight back.

Bourn managed to remove the boy's shirt as he fell to the floor. He knelt behind the almost prone form still holding one of Lucas's wrists in his grip, he twisted it a bit more for the fun of it. He pulled the unresisting form back against him and nuzzled his face behind the boy's ear.

"Listen to me, Pretty Boy. You are Mine, do you understand me? Mine! You do what I say, when I say it. Say 'Yes, Alex.' Say, 'I'm yours Alex."

"Go to Hell, you bastard. Get your fucking hands off of me." The words were slurred but Lucas was proud that he had gotten them out all the same.

In one move Bourn let the wrist go and spun Lucas around. Lucas didn't even see the blow coming, he just felt his head impact into the wall behind him again.

"Why? Why are you making this so hard? Can't you just do what I ask? I could give you everything all you have to do is say that you are mine," Alex Bourn punctuated ever question with a slap.

"No, never," Lucas whispered defiantly as he glared up into sadistic eyes.

Bourn could tell the kid was scared but the defiance was unacceptable. He would get his way. He pulled Lucas up and shoved him towards the bed. It was time to show the kid who was in charge here and that resistance would not be tolerated.

"Oh God, please don't do this. Bourn please, don't," Lucas begged as tears filled his eyes.

"Shut up! I gave you the chance to do this the easy way, but no. You couldn't do it the easy way, so just remember this. It was your choice. You choose it this way. It could have been so much easier for you. All you had to do was give in," Bourn spoke as he stripped Lucas and himself of their clothing.

Lucas fought the hands pulling at his cloths but with the drugs still in his system all he did was earn himself more slaps. He lashed out with his legs and almost managed to scramble away before Bourn was on him again. This could not be happening. He didn't realize his mouth was rambling out his words.

"...dirty hands off me you macronesian asshole.. perverted bastard.."

"I told you to shut up!" Bourn gritted out as he flipped the struggling boy over onto his stomach. He pulled Lucas's head back by the hair and bit down harshly on the soft flesh of his neck.

Lucas's head was spinning, too many hits to his head coupled with the drug in his blood made it hard to think. He could feel the body on top of him and the hardness rubbing against his backside. His mind froze, he had never even had sex with a woman and here he was about to loose his virginity to a sadistic bastard like Bourn. He tried to swallow back the revulsion and stem the flow of tears that threatened to fall. He had to keep it together, he'd never be able to escape if he let this bastard break him. He decided to stop fighting for the moment, let the bastard think he had won and wait for the perfect moment to get away. Now if he could only convince his body to work with him.

Bourn was high with power. How long he had dreamed of this, long nights of torturing himself with visions of this boy. His Pretty Boy. Blond hair that just begged for him to run his hands through, blue eyes that looked exquisite with tears of pain shining in them, long slender legs that he couldn't wait to have wrapped around him. He was the perfect Pretty Boy, just begging to be tasted. And he knew he would be the first to indulge. He finally had his Pretty Boy. Lucas was His.

Hudson woke slowly and looked around. He had no idea where he was but his head was killing him, slowly the events of the last few hours came back. The mission, Bourn, dear God… Lucas! He had no idea where Lucas was. He began pacing around his small cell, eight steps turn, eight steps turn. He counted them off, anything to keep his mind off his lost ensign and the torture Bourn could be putting him through.

TBC