…The Mistake…

…Chapter Four…

…Previously…

- 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." -

Alex was too afraid that his voice would crack if he spoke, so he settled on glaring at Yassen. A smile made it's way across his captors lips as he leaned down toward Alex slowly, lips inches from his own, causing the fourteen year old to flinch back into the mattress. He didn't want to be kissed again, or so he kept telling himself.

"We're going to use you as a …hostage. The man I work for is quite certain that MI6 will give him whatever he wants as long as he has you in his possession," Yassen murmured, though the amusement in his eyes was quite evident when he caught the shiver Alex gave as his hot breath ghosted across the boy's lips.

"They won't," Alex hissed out through clenched teeth, and Yassen's amusement seemed to grow tenfold.

"Oh, I'm perfectly aware of this, little spy," the older man laughed. "But he doesn't… Which makes the deal I made with him all the better. If MI6 doesn't give him what he wants, then he said I could have you."

Alex stiffened beneath the hard body on top of him and Yassen gave another smirk before slowly getting off of the boy, making his way out of the room. "I'm afraid you'll have to stay there. I'll send someone with food in a few hours. I'm sure you need time to… adjust."

As soon as the door shut behind Yassen, Alex relaxed into the bed, ignoring the lingering tingle left on his lips from the other male's kiss. He was far too busy thinking of ways to get out of here. He was so sick of being a spy, and now this? Why him? Why couldn't this idiot find someone else to sell off to MI6?

A groan escaped Alex as he closed his eyes. This was doing nothing but giving him a headache. He really just needed to not think, it sounded like a much safer idea, except not thinking seemed to be what got him into these types of messes.

"Damn it," he cursed softly under his breath, hands clenching into fists before he fruitlessly tried, again, to yank his hands free of the manacles that were wrapped tightly around his wrists. It only served to agitate the skin that the metal scraped against with each tug.

"You know," a female voice mused from above him. "You're acting like your world's about to end."

Alex's eyes snapped open immediately as his entire body went rigid. A younger girl, looking to be in her early twenties, was standing above him with a tiny smile upon her delicate looking paper-thin lips. A waxing of dark red had been swept across them, and makeup was applied heavily to the rest of her face. It made her look like one of those preps from his school; the ones that tried far too hard to make themselves look good. His nose wrinkled in dislike almost immediately.

A tinkling laugh from the woman only managed to set him even more on edge, if that were possible. "Now, now," she chided lightly. "The boss sent me up to give you another dose of sedative. He said that he'd rather not have you break out and make him lose his chance of getting his brother back."

She waved a dismissive hand and lit up a cigarette, a syringe being taken out of her pocket and placed on the nightstand next to the bed, a few feet away from where Alex's right hand was chained to the bed post. The woman was eyeing Alex with quiet amusement, taking a drag from the long 'cancer' stick before blowing the smoke straight into Alex's face.

Alex coughed, being distracted from the syringe's placement for only a few moments. "I wouldn't bother trying to go for it," the woman mused. "I can get another one just as easily as I got this one, but honestly, I don't see what threat a fourteen year old English school boy is."

Here, the woman sneered before going back to speaking, as if Alex was actually paying the slightest bit of attention to her. No, instead he was thinking about how, exactly, he was going to get a hold of that syringe and somehow give the sedative to the woman in front of him. He'd seen the pin in her hair; all he had to do was somehow get it out… He sighed. Then again, that did seem like a rather useless plan, but it was the best he could come up with. He didn't exactly want to be sedated again. God only knew what that asshole, Yassen, would do to him while he lay there, unable to wake up. He shuddered.

"- and so I really think he's making a big mistake in giving you over to MI6," the woman had continued off in her tangent, only stopping once she'd realized that his attention was completely fixated on the syringe. An annoyed huff escaped her lips before she stuck the lit end of her cigarette onto a patch of Alex's stomach that his shirt wasn't covering, deciding to put it out with his flesh.

Alex let out a startled yelp, his eyes unconsciously watering in pain as he felt the ember burn into his skin, leaving a single red circle against the otherwise pale skin of his abdomen. "Bitch," he hissed, his hands clenching as he ignored the sting that the cool air caused the burn.

"Next time I suggest you pay closer attention to what I say," she spat angrily. How dare this little whelp ignore her? "Well then, if you're not going to listen to me, there's no reason to keep you conscious, now is there?"

She wasn't expecting an answer, Alex knew. She'd already picked up the syringe and had the needle poised over the burn she'd made with her cigarette. He glared at her, the slight tightening of his eyes showing the only pain it had caused him when she plunged the needle into his abdomen for no reason at all, other then to cause him unneeded pain. She then took it out before sticking it into a vein in his right arm, pushing the clear liquid into his bloodstream.

Alex closed his eyes against the incoming dizziness that had flooded him just as quickly as the sedative. He heard the woman's footsteps go toward the other end of the room; the door opened before it was slammed shut and locked. He tried to fight the sudden urge to sleep as long as he could, his hands clenching and unclenching. He even went so far as to focus on the pain from the small, barely noticeable wound on his abdomen, but nothing seemed to be working. Finally, he gave in and was surrounded by the darkness that came with being unconscious.

A/N: I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I'm already trying to type up the fifth one, and get through all this random stuff, so hopefully something will actually happen next chapter. Thanks for sticking with me through the writer's block, and I promise I'll try to make up for the long wait with the next chapter. I'll make it as long as I possibly can!