Okay. Y'all begged for it. It's been months.

Here's another chapter full of bullshit that's never going to happen to the guys in real life no matter how much we all wished.

Enjoy. ;D

He immediately wished he was still in that blissful black abyss as the overwhelming pain flooded every inch of his body. Except for his pinky toe. His pinky toe didn't hurt. But that just made it all worse, having something to compare it all to. He opened his mouth, bringing out a tongue in attempt to moisten his dry lips. God he was so thirsty. Why was he so thirsty?

"...los!" Hm? James?

He cracked open his eyes, everything too blurry at the moment for him to really see anything. His ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton. He blinked. Once. Twice. And looked up, figures starting to come into focus.

"Guys?" he croaked out, coughing immediately after, every one of those coughs causing a sharp shooting pain up his backside. When the fit subsided, he realized he wasn't on the floor or the bed. He was sitting on someone. His arms were tied behind his back once again and the person's arms were slowly running themselves up and down his arms in a soothing manner.

"Get your hands off of him, you sick fuck!" someone sounding familiarly like Kendall yelled angrily.

"Why can't you just leave him alone?" a higher pitched voice followed closely behind. Logan?

Leave who alone? What? Carlos gave his head a quick shake, wishing he could just slap his helmet like before to try and get his thoughts straight. He froze as the person behind him shift slightly, an all too familiar chuckling vibrating itself out of their throat. He slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting Paul's smiling ones.

His mouth formed an 'o.' He wanted to scream but couldn't muster up his voice, bringing about a pathetic whimper in its place. He turned back to his friends, their expressions mixed with anger, fear, and an overwhelming killing intent that was flowing out of all but Logan, who was just filled to the brim with worry for all four of them.

"Now that our friend is-"

"He is not your friend!" Kendall growled deeply.

Paul laughed cheerfully at the comment. "That's right. He's more like my bitch."

Kendall screamed in frustration, pushing to get up without the use of his tied hands, only to be stopped in his tracks by the gun pointing to his face.

"I'd sit down if I were you. Mike... he's quiet but he is a little trigger-happy," Paul smiled, lazily stroking the petrified Latino's hair.

"What's this all about? What do you want?" Logan asked, sounding tired from all that's been happening.

"I thought you boys might be getting bored. So I came up with this entertaining little game that I thought we all might enjoy!" the man said sounding a little too happy. That worried the boys.

"What kind of game?" James furrowed his eyebrows, unknowingly leaning closer to Logan and Kendall.

"Oh I'm sure you'll love it," Paul drawled out, "What's going to happen is you three are going to play Simon Says, without all the Simon Says crap. Basically, I'll give you directions, you follow. Get it?"

"No," the three said simultaneously.

"Alright then. Lets start out with something simple. Kendall, go kiss James. Don't be afraid to add some tongue."

"What?" they said with perfect synchronization once again. By now Carlos' eyes were shut tightly, trying his best to ignore the roaming hands as it run its course around and about his trembling body.

"You heard me."

Kendall and James stayed where they were seated, defiantly looking at the man, neither making a move to do what was told of them.

"Hmm... so you all aren't going to cooperate?"

"What're you going to do if we don't?" Logan asked timidly, being the seeker of information that he is.

"I thought you'd never ask." Paul pushed Carlos off of his lap onto the mattress underneath them, earning a startled yelp from the boy. The man flipped him onto his back, crawling on all fours to hover above the frightened teen, leaning down to steal a kiss. Carlos thrashed about, his cries muffled by the tongue pushing its way through his abused lips.

"Stop!" James cried out, the sight making the situation all too real.

"We'll do it! Just get off of him," Kendall gritted, turning away to shut out the image before them.

Paul released the kiss, shuddering slightly at the sight of the delicious teen's face as he caught his breath, tears catching itself at the corners of his eyes. The man turned his attention to the three boys, pleased to see their different expressions. The pretty boy was a mix of disgust and fear for his friend. Eyebrows was stock full of rage and the scrawny one was just a nervous wreak.

"Well? Go on," he said, moving for a more comfortable position, and one with a better view. He licked his lips in anticipation as Eyebrows turned himself to face Pretty Boy sitting next to him. They traded looks, a mutual conformation that this was being done to protect their Latino friend, before they both leaned in for the kiss, eyes closed all the way. They mashed lips together awkwardly, the clicking of teeth could be heard.

James flinched at the feeling of his best friend's lips upon his own and the skull piercing stare of the two men as they watched him make out with Kendall.

"Enough lip. I want to see some tongue action," Paul purred. Kendall growled before complying. He parted his lips, slowly sliding his tongue out to slide across James' lips, asking for permission into his soft wet cavern. The taller teen hesitantly opened up, bringing his tongue into contact with Kendall's, moaning softly at the heat between the two orifices.

Logan, who had been forgotten for the meanwhile, gulped at the sight of his best friends heatedly making out before their kidnappers.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Tiny," the man said, making Logan jump slightly and the two taller teens breaking apart the kiss to catch their breath. "Why don't you help them get their clothes off?"

"Wha-" the shorter man walked up behind Logan, cutting off his bonds with a quick flick of the knife. "What? I ca-I. Huh?" he stammered, looking just as freaked out as Kendall and James.

"Are you serious? You can't be serious," James bursted out.

Paul sighed, as if getting tired of the boys' attitudes, as he stretched his arm out to the still figure laying next to him, feeling the sharp intake of breath as his cold hand reached under the boy's shirt and the slight ripples of muscles, relishing the pathetic sobs that was barely being kept in. "Anything you all don't do, I'll do to him."

"Okay okay!" Logan got up, unsure of what to do exactly.

"Good boy," he removed his hand from under Carlos' shirt, "Now, get on top of Pretty Boy and pull off his shirt. I wanna see some skin."

Logan looked over to James, taking a deep breath before climbing on top of him. "I..."

"Just do it, Logan." The smaller boy nodded, his lips pursed as he proceeded to slipped his hands under James' shirt, pulling it up to reveal sculpted abs.

Oh yeah, Paul leaned forward, mesmerized by the scene before him, completely ignoring the boy lying still next to him. Not that it really mattered. The boy was fucked shitless, not moving, and he wasn't even sure the kid was all there. The scrawny kid finally managed to get the shirt over Pretty Boy's head and tangled behind his back around his tied arms, leaving his upper half bare.

It was very awkward for the two. James was sitting there, half naked, with Logan blushing furiously on top on him, their eyes locked on each other as different thoughts flashed through their minds. Paul snapped them out of it. "Hurry up! I believe I said clothes off," he snarled, his voice growing louder with each word. "Is it so hard to follow such simple directions?"

Logan smile sadly at James, the man's yelling bringing an air of familiarity to him. He leaned down and whispered, "You think we're ever going to see Gustavo again?" chuckling quietly at James' somewhat confused expression at the random question.

Paul watched over the scene, feeling very irked at the the pace that they were moving at, the slowly growing bulge in his pants not taking kindly to the lack of action happening before him. He glanced over to Mike, the quiet man nodding before taking a shot at the ceiling, startling them.

"What the hell?" James screamed out.

"If your dick isn't buried deep in his ass soon, mine will be," Paul said darkly. It was clear that the man's patience was wearing thin. A flash of fear passed Logan's face, his breathing picking up. Looking at the amount of damage they've done to Carlos, the happiest and most carefree out of all of them...

Logan gasped, feeling James' lips on his and Kendall's on his neck, planting small, light kisses from the crook of his neck up to his ear. "Guys?" he mumbled into James' mouth.

Kendall stopped for a mentioned, leaning in slightly to softly nuzzle the side of the smaller teen's head. "I know we couldn't stop them from hurting Carlos..." Kendall said quietly, his voice shaking as if he was trying to stop himself from tearing up, "But I can't just sit by and watch him lay his hands on you guys if there's something I can do to stop him." Logan whimpered into James' mouth as Kendall began to nibble on his ear. "And," he paused, "I think I have an idea."

Logan stopped, turning to look at Kendall, his brows furrowing upward at the teen's words; the growl in the background hinted the man's displeased disposition at the interruption of his private show. The shorter boy leaned in, locking lips with Kendall as he searched Kendall's eyes for the answer to his question, 'What plan?'

Kendall licked the smaller teen's lip, pushing his tongue through. He then flicked his eyes towards the man masturbating on the bed and again towards the stout man who was clearly starting to get slightly bothered at the sight of the three boys, his hand occasionally reaching down to rub at the growing stiffness in his pants, his gun resting in his back pocket. Logan's eyes widened at what Kendall was hinting they do, letting out a cry when he was unexpectedly shoved off of James and onto the floor and looking slightly bewildered when Kendall began furiously making out with James and rubbing against him, causing Paul to let out a hoot, saying something about how Brows wanted more than he was getting. He relaxed slightly at the notion that Kendall was probably filling James in on the plan. The stupid, dangerous, most-likely-to-get-them-killed plan but... It's Kendall. One thing he has learned to do through all his years of friendship was to trust him and his ideas.

That was all they had going for them right now.

Policemen were crowded in her apartment, hooking up phone-tracing devices, asking her question after question for what seemed like hours, making her head spin in circles. She was just about to break down crying. "What does this have to do with you getting back my boys?" she screamed, jumping up from the seat of the dining table.

"Mam, please calm down. We know you're upset buh-"

"Upset? Upset? Upset is not the word to use to describe how I'm feeling right now," she cried out, angry," My babies are out there right now with those sick bastards and they are- They're-!" She sat down, hysterically crying, frustrated and worried and she just didn't know what to do! She was so scared. Imagine how the boys must feel at the moment?

She felt a hand awkwardly moving in circles, attempting to rub her back in a comforting manner. She looked up, tear-filled eyes widening at the sight of Mr. Garcia, head looking straight in front of him. His brows were tightly knit together, lips pursed, and his body trembling, as if his anger was barely being contained.

"Don't worry. We're going to find them." He let out a wavering breath, his hand stopping its action as he looked down into Mrs. Knight's eyes. "We're going to make them pay."

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