Forget You
A/N: this fanfiction is inspired off of Palishere's fanficion, "Remember Me" (done with permission).
Chapter One
Ianto scooped the two brown paper bags into one arm and struggled to unlock the front door with his other hand.
Click.
He nudged the door open with his leg and dropped the grocery bags onto the table with a sigh. A few peices of fruit rolled over the table and he managed to grab one before the rest fell. The claw mark on his back ached as he bent over to grab the others. He grunted. Bloody aliens.
Deciding to grab them in the morning, Ianto turned for the door; he still had another two bags to go, and the thought made him feel even more worn out. He opened the door and froze instantly as his eyes caught onto the figure standing there - it was none other than John Hart, with a gun in hand and cocked at his forehead.
"Hello, Eye Candy," John smiled, "it's been a little while, now, hasn't it? How have you coped without me?"
"... I've been fine." Ianto replied evenly, his eyes trained on John's finger which was curved over the trigger, "What do you want?"
"Oh, Eye Candy, is that any way to treat a guest? After all, I've come all this way..." John took a menacing step closer, and Ianto took a cautious step back. "... I really thought you'd have better manners than that..."
"What do you want?" Ianto repeated.
"Oh, I've just come to collect a few... Goods." John grinned as his eyes raked up and down Ianto's form in a way that made the Welshman's skin crawl.
"Does Jack know you're back?" Ianto asked, working hard not to let his voice show just how nervous he was feeling.
"Oh," John's smile grew, "..He will.." One of his hands reached behind him, and it came back holding up a set of silvery handcuffs.
"No," Ianto said, unbelieving, "You wouldn't."
"Put them on." He cocked the gun at Ianto's shoulder. "Or, don't."
Ianto frowned at him but clasped the cuff onto his wrist.
"Behind your back, if you will." John said with a sickening smile.
"When Jack finds you..." Ianto reminded as he locked his other hand in place. John made his way over to Ianto, face-to-face; eye-to-eye.
Just the way John liked it.
"I guess.. we will just have to go where Jack.. won't.. find.. us.." John brushed the muzzle of the handgun across Ianto's jawline, "Won't we, Eye Candy? ... Now," he gestured to the front door, "Your ride awaits you."
Ianto didn't respond.
"Come now, Eye Candy, I have another house call I need to make." John put a bag over Ianto's head and pushed him through the front door. Ianto stumbled blindly; his only guide the gun that was firmly pressed to his back, pushing him in the right direction.
"Another house call?" Ianto repeated. "What do you mean, another house call?"
John merely laughed.
Owen's hand was a blur as he quickly stroked his manhood, his gaze blurred over; he could no longer see the figures on the screen but their moans still reached his ears, driving him closer to that heavenly ectsasy.
"..yes.." he moaned, "...yes..." He went toppling over the edge, milky white strips of his cum spilling over onto his hands. "Ahh..."
He lay there in peace, the sounds of the video now mere background music as he basked in the heavenly feel. Slowly, he recollected himself. His muscles were relaxed and he felt soothed; ready for bed.
Owen stretched his arms over his head and reached over to switch off the TV. It flicked to black and all that could be seen was a reflcetion of his apartment - and John, who stood casually by his kitchen bench, sipping a glass of Owen's finest red wine, the olive green bottle emptied.
Owen swallowed thickly.
"How long have you been in here?" Owen slowly reached for his gun that was sandwhiched between the two cushins of his lounge and his eyes remained on John's reflection.
"Do you really want to know?" John asked with a teasing tone as he placed the wine glass down. He pulled out his own hand gun and a bullet rocketed into the plasma's screen. "You wouldn't mind leaving the gun there, would you?"
Owen grimaced and grounded his teeth together. "Did you really haft to shoot the television?"
"I could shoot you instead, if you like," John grinned, "After all," he nodded his head at the plasma, "you seem to be into that."
"Bastard." Owen spat.
Bang. Another bullet whizzed past Owen's head.
"Stand up." John commanded, adding slyly, "Slowly, if you don't mind."
Thinking fast, Owen snatched his gun up and spun as fast as he could, shooting at John who dodged easily. The man held up his own gun and managed to shoot Owen's wrist.
"Agh!" He dropped his gun and slumped down into his lounge to miss the other bullets that came after him with loud bangs. He clutched at his hand and cursed. "Can't have one bloody night to myself," he muttered under his breath, hissing in pain.
"Stand up." John commaded once more, "Slowly."
Owen breathed in and out deeply and sluggishly rolled onto the floor, landing with a thud. He propped his elbows on the cushions for support as he got up onto his feet; still clutching his bloodied hand.
"See?" John smiled, "Isn't everything just... nicer, when you do as your told?"
"Piss off." Owen spat.
"Now, Doctor Harper, hands on your head and on your knees... please." John requested politley.
"Or, what?" Owen said as he raised his hands slowly to his head and got down onto his knees, his head spinning slightly from the loss of blood, "You'll shoot me - again?"
John's lips curled into a feral smile, "Well, I do have a few other... punishment, ideas, for when you disobey, if you're interested."
"Prick!" Owen hissed in pain as John snatched his bloodied hand and roughly put a cuff over his wrist; and did the same with the other, "You're going to get the wound infected!"
"That is the least of your problems right now, Doctor Harper," John said soothingly, and he firmly pressed his hand to the doctor's bare shoulder.
"You seriously have a problem!" Owen snapped, trying to dislodge the hand by moving his shoulders; he only succeeded in having John lower his hand down his bare chest.
"No problem, Doctor Harper... I just like pretty things." His fingers brushed through Owen's hair, and his other hand cupped his chin; keeping the doctor from moving away as John lightly touched his lips to Owen's in a forced kiss.
"Buggar off!" Owen snarled as soon as his lips were freed.
"I do like a man with a bit of... bite." John hummed and nipped Owen's throat.
"Get away from me!" Owen growled and made another pitiful attempt to knock John's hands off him.
John leant to Owen's ear, "I have always fancied you, Doctor..." he teased.
Owen shuddered and tensed as John began to gently grope at his manhood.
"What-? No-! Stop!"
"Mmm..." John's grip tightened and a sudden gasp left Owen's lips.
Owen shut his eyes and snarled, "John, stop!"
"Yes," John hummed, "Yes, I suppose it would be wrong of us to start without Eye Candy..."
"Eye Candy?" Owen repeated, alerted, "You mean Ianto? Where is he? What have you done with him?" Owen's eyes darted over the room but his attention was quickly brought back as John made another powerful stroke.
"Now, now, Doctor.. Don't you worry..." John whispered.
"Why are you doing this? It won't get you anywhere..."
Suddenly, John had put a bag over Owen's head.
"Don't place your bets too early..."
TBC...