Chapter Three.
'Only bloody John Hart would attempt a stupid act such as kidnapping Jacks lover and Doctor...' Owen silently cursed in his mind, all the way to their new holiday home.
Neither the boys spoke, knowing it wouldn't do any good. They felt the car pull to a stop. 'Thank fuck..how long have we been driving...' Owen wished he could free his hands, really give John a surprise when he opened that door.
John dragged Owen from the van. closed the van-door and pushed him inside the abandoned warehouse. He sat Owen down on a chair, chaining his legs and arms making it near impossible for Owen to move. Owen listened as Johns footsteps became faint as disappeared outside. He then tested the restraints. 'this is going nowhere...' he thought.
John shoved Ianto through the doors and Ianto fell to the ground with a thud. "Get up!" John barked, he forced Ianto to his feet and stood him in front of a chair behind Owens. John hated Ianto with a passion, he tore the sack from his head and stared at him with hateful eyes.
"Your Jack's everything... We're going to have the best time, just the three of us"
Ianto had met John many-a-time before. and knew when it came to John, he wasn't someone with a lot of patience, it never took long for John to become violent. He was quick to learn that again. as John delt a blow into Ianto's abdomen, forcing the air from his lungs. John pushed Ianto back onto his seat. He always enjoyed harming Ianto, it made him feel somewhat better. he tied Ianto to the chair, leaving him gasping for air.
"What did you do, you bastard?" Owen snapped.
"It's fine..." Ianto coughed.
John smirked at Ianto's words, turning his attention to Owen, He thought he might as well have just a little fun. John removed the Sack and ran his fingers down Owens chest.
"Don't you bloody touch me, you Perv!" Owen struggled against his binds.
John leant in closer towards Owen, making him feel more uncomfortable. "Get... away from me."
"But you smell so nice..." John teased. Owen felt the goosebumps rise as he watched John lean in closer towards him.
"Fuck off!" Owen growled as he attempted to pull away.
John rested his hand on Owen's inner thigh and whispered to Owen.
"We're going to have the best time..."