Firstly, I am so very sorry it's been over a month but writer's block was affecting me greatly for this. As it happens this chapter is just the continuation of the Janthos threesome a lot of you wanted to see. What do you think of that word, Janthos? I think it's catchy. Anyway, you don't have to read this if you don't want to, it's not even a real chapter, really just a post to say hey, I'm still working on this story.

Rating: M and 'I can't believe I wrote this, my face was red the entire time.

This is my first attempt at a graphic sex scene, so I don't think it's very good (or even if some of the positions are possible) especially since I'm a woman and therefore do not have any experience in how men have sex with other men. Oh sure, I've read stuff but most if not all has been in other fanfiction writer by other females. Okay, I'm done with my speech, if you do read this, I hope you're okay with it, at least with the dialogue. The dialogue is my favourite part.


Jack chuckled "We didn't have time. We were too busy discussing Methos's delightfully evil plan"

Methos trailed a finger across Jack's cheek "And Jack threw in some delicious suggestions as well. So, Ifan luv, relax and enjoy the show."

"It's very difficult to relax when shackled to a chair"

Methos laughed evilly and Ifan found himself getting hard once more—Methos was really sexy when he was evil. Methos then began to undress Jack—slowly, annoyingly slowly. He started with the braces, sliding them off, peeled off the outer shirt and then the undershirt. He took a minute to marvel at Jack's hard abs. Methos then pushed Jack onto the bed and moved down to his shoes.

"My what big feet you have Captain"

"All the better to uh—something with"

Wait till you see his cock, Ifan thought but decided he wouldn't say anything. He decided he would enjoy the show. Oh yes.

Methos ordered Jack to stand up and began to undo his trousers. He let out a low whistle when he saw Jack's "mini captain" and he arched an eyebrow at Ifan as if to say "seriously?"

Ifan just shrugged and grinned.

Once Jack's trousers were off, he took over and began to undress Methos—again, annoyingly slowly. Jack's cock was at full attention and so was Methos's when Jack removed his boxers (Jack hadn't been wearing any). Ifan's own cock was painfully erect and feeling very neglected. This was going to be pure torture. Absolute horrible torture.

Methos pulled Jack into a searing kiss, clearly taking control—and Jack was letting him. How very interesting. And very erotic—this might just be worth being shackled to a chair in his bedroom. Methos and Jack tumbled onto the bed, groins rubbing against each other.

Methos wrapped a hand around Jack's incredible member while moving his mouth to Jack's neck. Jack moaned in pleasure as the older immortal slowly sucked and licked his way on his body. Ifan couldn't take it anymore, he began to struggle in earnest but the metal cut into his skin—Methos had shackled him tightly. He felt blood trickle down his hands. Great, not only was he going to die of blood loss but there'd be a blood stain on his carpet. Those were very hard to clean; of course he could do it but still… He was so busy concentrating on not passing out; he didn't see where the lube came from. Methos squirted some on his fingers and began to massage Jack's arsehole.

"My goodness, you're tight" Methos murmured "I'm gonna have to work at you"

"No sweat" Jack rolled his head from side to side "I can take it"

"Can you?" Methos manoeuvred his fingers in a way Ifan couldn't quite see and Jack moaned loudly—Methos must have rubbed against his prostate…hard.

"Methos!" Ifan growled "That's plagiarism, you're using my moves."

Methos chuckled "I learnt from the best. Now, hush Ifan, be one with the chair" he then bent his head down and licked Jack's throbbing member like an ice cream bar—yes, Methos ate those very erotically.

Ifan whimpered, Methos had a really fantastic tongue, this wasn't fair. Gods, he shouldn't be jealous of Jack. He then remembered the key, it was dangling about a metre in front of him, if he could just scoot the chair…but how would he get the key with his hands shackled behind his back?

He growled again "Methos, you're evil!"

Methos stopped licking Jack's cock and Jack groaned in frustration.

"Hey, why'd you stop?"

Methos curved a corner of his mouth upwards "ready or not" he lubed himself up and drove into Jack's hole.

"Oh God!" Jack cried out

"Don't give him any ideas" Ifan muttered, vision blurring due to the intensity of his erection and the pain of the shackles. He willed himself to focus, to not pass out.

Methos pushed himself in to the hilt "Methos will do thanks"

Jack thrust his hips upwards and soon the two were in a rhythm that made Ifan's mouth water with desire. His own cock throbbed with need. Queen got it right when they sang "Pain is so close to pleasure".

Jack came seconds before Methos did and Ifan didn't even care about the laundry he'd be doing in the morning. Methos slid out of Jack and sat on the edge of the bed looking coyly at Ifan. Jack it seemed lacked the energy to move but Ifan knew he'd recover quickly and be ready for another go.

"What do you think, Jack?" Methos said "Has he had enough?"

"And what did I ever do to you two to deserve this torment?" Ifan asked

Jack propped himself up on his elbow "Probably. Ianto there's blood on your hands" he stood up, a bit shaky at first but steadied immediately "I'll get a cloth" he left the room, kissing the top of Ifan's head as he passed.

Methos stood, covered in Jack's semen and plucked the key from the string "Remember that year we spent in that oubliette in Burgundy?"

"1256"Ifan nodded "you landed on the spike and it was actually May 15th 1256 to June 30th 1257, so it was a little over a year."

Methos rolled his eyes "You are so anal retentive"

"Yes, I am, now, speaking of anal…"

Jack returned with a damp cloth and took the key from Methos "Do your thing, I'll clean him up" Jack moved behind Ifan and began to wash his hands but didn't unshackle him. But Ifan wasn't paying much attention, his eyes were on Methos.

Methos stood before him and pleasured himself, getting hard again in mere second. He then got on his knees and lapped up the pre-cum on Ifan's still desperate cock. Ifan moaned

"Methos, whatever it is you're going to do, I'm begging just do it and stop teasing me"

Methos stood again and straddled Ifan's lap, the lowered himself onto Ifan's cock, unprepared—Methos liked it rough. Right then Jack began sucking at Ifan's neck. There were so many sensations going on at once it took him a second to register that his hands were free. When he did he wrapped his arms around Methos's waist and stood. He carried him to the bed, Jack close behind. He positioned Methos on the edge of the bed so that he could stand over him easily. While he situated himself properly in Methos, he hardly registered what Jack was doing.

Jack had stuck two fingers into Ifan's own arsehole and was massaging him gently. Then Jack's cock entered Ianto and soon the three of them had the perfect rhythm going.

Okay folks, I'm sorry but I just can't write anymore, it's too difficult. I'm gonna go work on how Ianto's immortal friends and Joe meet his TW friends. I hope this little bit satisfied you anyway.

TTFN