AN: Well, first story I've ever written that's rated M. And I'm fine with that cuz nobody reads this story. So it's all good! I don't own either band by the way.
To: Ian Watkins
Message: Hint Two: Don't look in the city if you plan on finding him on time. The time limit has been set on 72 hours.
The brunette chuckled as he added a picture of Sean and sent the message. "Time for a little panic." With that, he pushed the blonde to the bed and down, uncovering the boy's mouth and eyes while simultaneously undressing the blonde's lower half
Getting raped like this...its not… Sean Smith grit his teeth as his upper half was forced farther onto the bed, making his ass stick high in the air. "It's not right…"
He felt a hand tangle itself into his blonde hair and push him harder against the itchy blanket covering the bed beneath him. "It's not right? Is it only right for you to do things like this with Ian?" Sean's brown eyes widened as he gasped in pain and surprise, feeling something hard and wet push suddenly into his hole. "God, Sean, you're so fucking tight. Have you never done this before?" The blonde refused to answer, instead biting into the cover, struggling against the bonds tying his wrists together as the brunette above him started thrusting into him ruthlessly. "Heh, I'm surprised, really." Both men stopped in shock as the familiar tune of Sean's ringtone filled the room. Sean watched as the angry kidnapper grabbed it a smirked at the caller ID. "Hey, Ian. What's up?" All Sean could do as the man started thrusting into him even harder was bite the blanket again in pain. He gasped as the man grabbed him and turned him so that they were staring into each other's faces. And so that Sean didn't have access to the blanket anymore. So that meant that when the pain started again, Sean could do nothing to hold back his scream.
Ian stopped and went pale when he heard the familiar sound of Sean screaming. But it wasn't his normal scream, it was instead one of pain that sent shivers down Ian's spine. "Sean! What the hell are you doing to him, Bastard?"
"What am I doing?" Sean screamed behind the man's voice every so often. "I'm using him as a sex toy. What else?" Ian felt his hands clench into fists at the words. "He's tight. I wonder if he's a virgin this way. And he's fun to play with. You should try it some time."
"No fucking way, you bastard. I wouldn't do something like that to him."
"We both know you would, Ian. Just like we both know that one of the main reasons you're angry right now is because you're jealous that I got to him before you did."
Sinking into a nearby chair, Ian flinched when Sean screamed again. "You're fucking delusional, you bastard. Why the hell would I want to rape him?"
There was maniacal laughter on the other line followed by another scream, this time of Ian's name. "Because he screams your name when he's getting raped, Ian. Hey, Sean, do you have anything you want to say to him?" Ian heard nothing for a minute before there were hard pants on the other line. "Ian…" The brunette's heart stopped when he heard Sean's voice sounding so weak and afraid. "Ian…Why don't you hear me when I'm calling out to you…?" Sean made a slight sound of pain. "Help me…Ian…please, help me…" The call ended with those words.
Ian stood and grabbed his cars keys, racing out of his house and to Gavin's, panting hard when he got there. He didn't bother knocking on the door, choosing instead to race inside and up to Gavin's bedroom, where the singer was listening to music. "We have to find Sean. Now. Get up and let's go to Cardiff." Ian then glanced around for the first time and noticed the only mirror in the room broken and glass scattered everywhere. "What happened in here?"
Gavin stood and looked around guiltily. "Nothing much. Let's go."
"I don't believe you."
"Fine!" Gavin sighed. "The bastard the took Sean called me and told me he was going to fuck Sean. I got angry and broke a mirror."
Ian went silent. "I called him a few minutes ago to check on Sean." Gavin stilled. "He was in the middle of raping him."
"That must have been hard on you."
"He started screaming for me." Gavin looked towards Ian with sad eyes. "The last thing I heard was him begging me to help him."
"I'm sorry, Ian."
"Why are you apologizing?"
Gavin gave Ian a long look. "You haven't figured it out yet?"
"Figured what out? Quit being so cryptic and just fucking tell me already!"
"It's something you need to realize yourself."
"And if I refuse?"
Gavin chuckled. "It's something you can't refuse. Come on, Sean's more important than this conversation." The two left and started the long drive to Cardiff, Wales. It was quiet for a long time before Gavin spoke up, "You still want to know what I was talking about, right?" Ian nodded silently. "You love him, Ian. It's easy for everyone around you two, especially now, to tell that you're in love."
"If what you're saying is true, which it's not, then is it easy to tell Sean's feelings as well?" Gavin glanced over to where Ian was flushed slightly as he gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white.
"Yeah."
"Then…" The singer's voice was soft. "How does he feel for me?"
Gavin smiled softly. "He loves you, Ian. You two are just too stubborn and idiotic to accept your feelings for each other." Ian pulled over by the side of the road and parked the car. "Why're you stopping? We're not in Cardiff yet."
"Do you really think this guy would be so stupid as to take a famous person he kidnapped into a city? It's too risky." The singer glanced out the window and spotted an old, abandoned hotel. "There. We'll start there." With that he got out of the car, waiting for Gavin and then locking it. The two singers made the trek up to the hotel and stared in a broken window that looked into what looked to be a bedroom with a dirty bed lying on the other side of the room from the window. Laying on the bed the brunettes noticed an almost small, shaking form. "Sean!" Ian hopped through the broken window and rushed to the bed, carefully removing the blindfold and gag before looking over the blood-covered body. "Shit, Sean. You got pretty beat up, didn't you?"
There was a small moan as the chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and stared up into Ian's face. "Ian…?"
"Yeah, it's me, Sean. I'm right here."
Ian watched as the brown eyes closed again and the blonde fringe fell into his friend's face. "Nah…I must be dreaming…"
"Why the hell do you think it's a dream?"
The screamer's voice was raw and his face was streaked with tear stains and blood. His words were now nothing but mumbles. "Because Ian coming to save me is too good to be true. So it has to be a dream."
Gavin walked in and sat a hand on Ian's back as they both watched Sean. "And why do you think me coming to save you is too good to be true? We're friends, aren't we?"
Sean nodded slightly. "Yeah…but…Saving me isn't worth his time…"
"Like hell it's not worth my time, you muppet. Why wouldn't it be worth my time?"
Sean groaned quietly and readjusted himself. "Cuz I'm a horrible person." Ian felt the hand Gavin had placed on his back clench into a fist. "I let this all happen to me. I'm not worth his time."
"You didn't let it happen to you, Sean!"
"I didn't do anything to stop it…"
Ian turned to Gavin, anger on his face. "Let's just get him out of here already before that bastard finds us."
As if on cue, the door opened.
