AN: Hey guys! I'm back with the fourth chapter!

I really hope you guys like it! I tried to make it exciting, but I lack in the 'talent' department, sooo...

Nonetheless, thank you all for your undying support and enjoy the chapter!

Hiro was beginning to get antsy.

25 minutes had passed since Alex attacked Tadashi.

25 minutes had passed since their lives were so blatantly threatened.

25 minutes had passed since Alex and Wesley spoke to them.

The younger Hamada felt like he was going to throw up.

He couldn't handle the dreadful anticipation.

Currently, he and Tadashi were seated on the couch as close to each other as possible. His brother's nose had stopped bleeding by then, thankfully, but fresh bruises were beginning to blossom across his face.

Hiro looked a little to the left at their captors, who were busy making themselves at home in their kitchen. Hiro's stomach churned with absolute disgust at the thought of those assholes eating their food, and he felt downright sick when he noticed Alex steal a bag of gummy bears from the 'junk food' cabinet Aunt Cass had provided for them last year. "How dare you," he found himself hissing at the lanky man under his breath.

Tadashi let out a small, breathy chuckle. "Relax, Hiro. There are plenty more bags…"

"Look at them," Hiro scoffed. "They're acting like they've done nothing wrong."

"Hiro-"

"Like they didn't just try to end your life."

"Hiro, shhh…" Tadashi glanced at the other two men nervously, relaxing a tad when he noticed they were too busy eating to pay them any mind.

"I almost like to think of their eating like pigs being fattened up for slaughter."

"Hiro."

"I'm serious," the smaller snapped, keeping his voice down so that the others couldn't hear him. He sat up more, turning his body so that he was facing his brother. "There is no way in hell I'm letting them get away with tonight." He leaned in closer, lowering the volume of his voice even further as he continued. "I'm going to make sure those bastards pay and they won't be able to do a thing about it."

Tadashi wilted a bit. "Hiro…"

"What are you two talking about?"

The brothers jumped and turned to see Wesley standing in front of the coffee table, nibbling on an apple while Alex continued to enjoy Hiro's gummy bears a little ways behind him. Hiro's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to speak, but Tadashi quickly cut him off before the other could say something that would get them both killed right then and there.

"I was just trying to comfort him," he lied smoothly without a hint of falseness in his tone. "He's terrified thanks to you two…"

"Good," Alex piped up from the back with a smirk. "Keeps you all on your toes; makes the game more interesting."

"Now, now, Alex," Wesley scolded lightly, turning his upper body around to quickly glance at his partner. "Let's not be rude." He then turned back to the brothers and forced a smile. "Tadashi. May we borrow Hiro?"

Instantly, the older let out an inhuman growl, wrapping his arms around Hiro and locking the boy against his side. "No," he snapped. "You may not. Not without me around."

Wesley frowned a bit. "My, my. Did we already forget the rules?" His hand shot out, gripping Tadashi's throat and pressing his thumb hard into his windpipe.

Tadashi wheezed.

"You do as we say, when we say it." Wesley smirked, his eyes flashing. "We'll be taking Hiro now."

Tadashi was relentless, though. Still fighting for his right to breathe, the older Hamada lifted his hand, gripping Wesley's hand and sinking his thumbnail into the underside of his wrist. Wesley shot back with a yowl, gripping his wrist and glaring daggers at the two while Tadashi spoke once more, his voice now raspy. "I said no. I'm not letting you take him," he hissed, practically sitting on top of the younger in an effort to shield him from view.

"Oh, that won't do. Alex!" Wesley didn't have to say anymore.

Alex set aside the empty bag of sweets, walking over and standing by Wesley.

What happened next was a complete blur.

One minute, Hiro was under Tadashi's body, safe and sound. The next, his brother was being thrown off of him as if he were nothing but a mere ragdoll and Hiro himself was being yanked up and into the strong, inescapable hold of Wesley.

Tadashi was livid. "LET GO OF HIM!" he screamed, standing and charging towards Wesley, only to be thrown back by Alex. He was quick to recover, though; standing up and charging once again at the men who had his brother."YOU ASSHOLES, DON'T YOU DARE TAKE HIM!"

Alex grabbed his forearm this time, twisting around and throwing him over his shoulder and onto the ground. Tadashi's head slammed into the ground and soon, the older was seeing black dots appear once again in his blurry vision.

Hiro, who had been screaming and fighting in protest, stilled, his chest physically aching at the sight of his brother in such a distressed and demeaning sight.

Don't hurt him…

Oh god, please don't hurt Tadashi.

Not anymore.

Please.

His entire world tried to get up again and that's when Hiro had had enough.

"Tadashi, STOP!" Hiro yelled from within Wesley's grasp, panting a bit. His brother paused, propping himself up on his elbows and looking up at Hiro with a helpless gaze.

"H-Hiro-"

"Please…" Hiro felt himself tear up, his voice cracking in the slightest. "Don't fight them."

"Listen to your brother," Alex sneered, kicking the injured man's side for good measure. "He speaks some wise words."

"N-no…" Tadashi stood up again with great difficulty, wobbling a bit as his eyes darkened with hatred towards their captors. "I-I'm not letting you take Hiro from me…" He began to step awkwardly towards them, unnerving Wesley a bit. Alex's eyes narrowed dangerously at this, his fists clenching with rage and irritation.

"Now you're just asking for me to pummel you again," he berated, cracking his knuckles. "We're taking Hiro upstairs with us. Now be a good boy and sit your pathetic ass back on that couch."

"I'm not letting you take my baby brother away from me."

Alex huffed, stepping away from Hiro and Wesley, who were watching the entire scene with similar, shell-shocked expressions. "Wesley," he said coolly, staring Tadashi down with an unreadable expression. "Take Hiro upstairs and start with the treatment. I'll be right up."

Cheerfully, the shorter man nodded, clutching his hostage tighter in his hold. "Okay! Don't take too long!" With that, he turned and carried Hiro up the stairs and up to their shared bedroom.

Tadashi's heart clenched painfully. "N-no-!" He tried to go after them, but the path was easily blocked by none other than Alex, who smirked.

"You really fucked up this time, buddy…" He took a step towards the college student, who stood his ground defiantly despite the terror he felt.

"Say good-night, Tadashi."

"Put me down, you sick fuck!"

Wesley giggled at the boy in his arms. "As you wish," he hummed, dropping Hiro onto Tadashi's bed. But before the younger had a chance to get up and run off, his psychotic captor immediately climbed on top of him, leaning over and placing his hands on either side of his victim's head. He then leaned down, uncomfortably close, and licked up his cheek slowly, making the smaller shiver in disgust.

Hiro then paled a bit, his heart rate increasing as his mind immediately thought up various worst-case scenarios that were to potentially happen to him.

He was going to be sick.

Again.

"N-no," he stuttered, feeling his throat tighten as anxiety plagued his being. He began to struggle under the other's weight, refusing to go down without a fight. "N-no, don't! Don't you dare-!"

Wesley quickly lifted back up and glanced down at him, confused by his behavior, before realization suddenly struck him, causing him to throw back his head and laugh. "Oh, Hiro, I'm not going to do that! Oh, god no!" He then went rigid before slowly leaning down and eerily whispering in his ear. "That's Alex's job." He sat back up and giggled. "I'm just here to make sure you don't leave this spot."

Hiro frowned. "What-" He was cut off by his hands being suddenly yanked above his head. Within mere seconds, Hiro was bound unwillingly to the headboard. The small boy instantly panicked, jerking at his bondage as fear once again reared its ugly head. "U-Untie me!" he snapped, his eyes the size of dinner plates as he tried to work himself free.

Wesley giggled yet again, irritating Hiro to no end. "But then we wouldn't be able to play!"

This made the other stop, looking up at Wesley the best that he could from his position on the bed. "Play what…?" he asked, dreading the answer.

The older looked down at him, an insane gleam in his eye.

"'Experimentation'."

AN: See you guys next week! Sorry for the short chapter. Hope you liked it!