Tie me up, Tin! (TinCan fanfic)

Ties that bind, part 1

A/N:

This short story has three parts.

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"Where's your better half, Tin?" Phun asked. Tin, Phun, Noh, and Rain were at EspressYo'Self, having dinner and it was unusual these days to see Tin without his fiancé, Can.

"He's at football practise, but he was actually supposed to be here by now." Just then Tin's phone pinged. 

"Finally," Tin muttered, then frowned at the unknown number showing up, but his finger had already clicked on the message. He cried out and shot out of his chair, his handsome face distressed.

"Tin, what is it? Tin?!" Rain asked.

"A photo... It's Can, naked on a bed, with some guy's hand on his ass," Tin said, his voice thready.

Their jaws dropped open.

"Can would never!" Noh said.

"No, he wouldn't. He's not into men. Except me. Someone is doing this to him. Hurting him..." Tin's voice shook with rage and fear.

"Where is he? Can we find him?" Rain asked.

"Yes!" Tin cried out suddenly, and tapped on his phone, grabbing it hard enough to almost break it, his hand shaking as it tapped. "The Great Bangkok hotel. It's not far, come on!" He had enabled the Find My Phone function on Can's phone in the early days of their relationship, but he hardly checked it now. Blessing his possessive nature for once, Tin started running.

Everyone set off after him at a flat run, fearful of Can, and worried what Tin might do to the guy if he caught him. Not long after, they burst into the hotel, startling the young woman behind the counter.

"My fiancé is here, held against his will. What room is he in?"

"His will...? Aahh, how do you know, sir?" the flustered receptionist asked.

"He was supposed to meet me... Someone sent me a photo of him, forced to do something he wouldn't do of his own will."

"I can't give you information about hotel guests..." the receptionist said, wringing her hands.

"Look, that's me and my Can," Tin said, hastily bringing out photo after photo of the two of them, looking happy and in love. "Have you seen him?"

The receptionists' eyes widened. "Yes... he came here with another man. He was rather out of it. The other man said 'his friend' had drank too much, he was half carrying him."

Tin made a sound of distress, and Phun put his arm around him. "He's fine, I'm sure he'll be fine," he chanted, but his eyes were wide and worried. That photo could have been taken hours ago, and who knows what had happened after it.

"I didn't think... Here. It's the keycard. They're in room 203, on the second floor." The receptionist saw the real worry on their faces, and felt her duty was clear.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Tin cried, and they headed up, too frantic to take the elevator.

They found the door, and Tin slammed the card on the card reader. They burst into the room. Later, Noh could only remember glimpses of what followed. Can, still lying face down on the bed, now half covered with a bed sheet. A tall, handsome man, on the phone, turning to look at them, shocked at the sudden entry. Tin's scream of rage. The guy thrown to the wall, and slumping down in a heap. Phun pulling Tin off him after the first punch.

"Tin... Tin...!" Phun said, shaking him by the shoulder. "Check on Can. We'll talk to the asshole in the meanwhile." It was the mention of Can that shook Tin out of his rage. He looked towards the bed and stood there, looking at Can, trying to get himself in control.