..The Mistake...

...Chapter Three...

Alex stirred restlessly for a moment before allowing his eyes to partially open, which allowed him to glance around the room he was in slowly. There wasn't much in there. A night stand beside the bed he was laying on, two doors side by side. He didn't bother looking at the other side of the room as the memories from before rushed into his head. He couldn't stop himself from groaning faintly. The only thing he could really remember was having a gun pointed at the back of his head, being dragged onto some unknown yacht, and then being struck by something in the neck... or was something shot at him? He couldn't remember that much.

With a sigh, Alex moved to get up from the surprisingly comfortable bed he was laying on, but found that he couldn't. He struggled uselessly for a moment against the manacles that were strapped around both of his wrists and his ankles, before he finally gave up and flopped back onto the bed, a scowl fixed upon his lips. "Assholes," he grumbled under his breath, sending a glare at the ceiling as if his situation was it's fault.

A laugh sounded from the corner of the room suddenly, and Alex turned his head sharply to the side; startled. Immediately after, though, he regretted doing anything of the sort. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his bare chest with a cocky smirk plastered across his lips was Yassen Gregorovich. Alex was in to much shock to say much of anything, so he settled for a weak glare.

Yassen simply chuckled softly. "Finally awake, are you?" he murmured, amusement glinting in his steel blue eyes. The older male pushed away from the wall and dropped both of his arms to his sides, slowly making his way over to Alex, who was laying on the large bed rather helplessly.

Alex continued to glare at him, not bothering to form a response. He couldn't even if he wanted too. He was far to shocked to form any type of comeback. All he could think about was why exactly Yassen was here...and for what, exactly, Yassen wanted him for. He grimaced faintly at that thought. He wasn't to sure that he wanted to know. Yassen let out a thoughtful humming sound as he circled to the side of the bed, standing at the edge where Alex wouldn't be able to reach him if he tried. The young boy however, simply shot another glare at him before finally speaking. "If you're looking to find information about M16, I wouldn't bother," he said coldly, tensing his muscles just slightly.

Snorting softly, Yassen raised one of his eyebrows. "You think I don't know that? Really Alex, use your common sense," he replied with a smirk.

"Then why am I here?" Alex asked, wondering why exactly he was stupid enough to ask in the first place. Really and truly, despite being curious as to why he was chained to a bed of all things at the moment, he shouldn't be asking stupid questions like that. Especially since he wasn't that anxious to know.

Yassen's smirk seemed to widen slightly. Before Alex even realized what was happening, he was on him like a cat trying to catch it's prey. Yassen's knees straddled Alex's waist, while either of his hands were placed beside his head. "Wha..." Alex couldn't get so much as a word in before lips came smashing down onto his own forcefully, a tongue sliding expertly into his mouth, toying with his own. Letting out a muffled, 'Mmph', he tried to struggle to get away from the older man, pushing his back into the matress as far as he could and otherwise struggling with the chains that bound him to the bed.

Yassen slowly removed his lips from his own, leaving Alex to stare at him with widened eyes, breathing shakily beneath him. He still hadn't released him. "Does that answer your question?" Yassen mused as he stared down at Alex's flushed features. He smirked faintly before sighing. He'd have time to play with him later. "But there is another reason as to why you're here."

Here's an update. This is all I can get for now though. My author's note still stands. But I figured that since I've gotten so many reviews, you deserve at least a small update. Again, sorry for this not being to long. My writer's block is still here.