This is my first Arrow story, it is light cannon but mostly my own story. This stoy is in response to lack of Malcom x Oliver stories. Usual warnings, Slash, future mpreg. Please no flames, if you don't like you don't have to read.
I don't own any chars CW WB does, as do DC comics.
Chapter 1
Oliver fidgeted as he readjusted the mask on his face for the tenth time earning him another small jab in the ribs from his sister. Charity galas were one thing he didn't miss while on the island. He had been back roughly six or seven months and still he hated galas as much now as he did before he was shipwrecked. "Moira… how good to see you again…I know… I know I should be at home resting but how could I miss Starling City Art and Commerce annual gala," Malcom Merlyn said with a laugh as he walked over and shook hands with the Queen matriarch and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Malcom…for nearly dying you look amazing like always…" Moira remarked as she kept a friendly mask up as she smiled hiding the fact she was screaming inside that the man before her was still alive.
"Well you are quite the charmer Moira and that mask why it brings out your beauty even more than ever," Malcom remarked with a hearty chuckle. Looking to his friend and associates side Malcom looked at Oliver and Thea standing ever present at their mother's side with the addition of a third person who Thea seemed to be holding there against his will. "Well I need to make my rounds and greet other old friends. I'll see you all later, I have things to discuss with you later Moira but of course not tonight, tonight is a night of fun," Malcom said with a small nod as he walked off the dark midnight mask making his blue eyes stand out more as he continued through the crowd.
After another small wave of greetings and small talk Oliver grew increasingly agitated with more and more people around him, no matter how many months had passed his paranoia that had been ingrained in him on the island was starting to rear its ugly head. Making his way over to the nearly empty bar Oliver dropped in a corner seat and kept his back toward the ballroom behind him and used the mirror behind the bar to watch for anyone coming toward him as he ordered a straight whiskey. After finishing the first one he ordered another and started to down it before he ordered his third. Living on an island had its disadvantages, the lack of alcohol had lowered his tolerance back to nothing so even a couple glasses of the hard stuff was making his vision blur already.
"You might want to go easy on those," A voice said making Oliver look up at the mirror only to see Malcom Merlyn standing right behind him. Blue eyes hidden in a forest green mask met ice blue eyes hidden behind the midnight blue-black mask. Oliver swallowed the liquid that would threaten to choke him if he didn't. Feeling like he was being hypnotized almost he turned around slowly and realized just how close the other man was to him. "Mr. Merlyn…if you want this seat I can move," Oliver said getting up quickly only to lose his balance only to be caught in Malcom's lightning fast reflexes. "Whoa…hold on there now…I can take the seat right here… I actually have to be honest I came over here to ask you something but I can tell from how you just were that you're not going to be able to answer too many questions soon, I was about to duck out early anyway why don't I take you home…" the older man offered as he helped the younger man to his feet.
Leaving the bar area Malcom smirked internally as he found Moira. "It seems Oliver had a bit much to drink, now I'm calling it a night, and as good friend I thought I would help Oliver get home." He said with a smile as he helped Oliver continue to stand. Shaking his head when Moira began to say she would take him home he held a hand up to stop her. "Oh no I insist on it, it's the least I could do...besides you are the face of the Queen family right now you need to be here, Tommy will do the same for our family...I swear no harm will come to him." Malcom remarked with a veiled smile and as he walked Oliver out of the gala and helped him into the waiting car. "There we go...no it's not time for sleep yet..."
Patting Oliver on the face until he opened his eyes Malcom pulled his phone out and texts Tommy that he went home early and would see him later and gives his driver the Queen address. "Alright now that is taken care of... Oliver... Ol...Oliver, look at me... now I've got some questions to ask you... questions about the vigilante...are you the Hood?" the elder Merlyn asked as he listened to Oliver mumble that he wasn't the Hood. Looks like he's had one too many, I might have to burn off some of the alcohol in his system otherwise he might get alcohol poisoning... Malcom thought watching the younger man and notices that Oliver was starting to fall forward and catches him and ends up holding him close. Pulling his own mask off Malcom made sure the privacy window was up between them and the driver. There is only one way but it will mean destroying boundaries and friendships... though can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. He thought as he leaned in and kissed Oliver knowing fully that he was too far into a drunk haze to remember anything that would happen when he woke up the next morning and pulls him in closer. God he's beautiful…I never noticed before this moment… he mused with an internal laugh.
Feeling a warmth come over him though at the moment he couldn't really tell what was fully going on Oliver let his body go by instinct and react, which resulted in him returning the kiss. Of course, he was in such a haze that he couldn't be sure who it was he was kissing. All his body could do was go with the flow of things, all his thoughts were jumbled and even when the kissing stopped, he was unable to concentrate enough to notice that he was with Malcom, his best friend's father or that he was questioning him. All he could hear were a word here and there, but nothing he could any sense of. Getting pulled even closer into an even deeper kiss which only caused his head to get even more hazy, Oliver felt all his thoughts floating away, his body was slowly trying to force him to sleep but each time was brought back to reality by Malcom, though it did wake him up little by little each time, he still couldn't give the man a straight answer. It had been many years since he had so many drinks, but due to his stress of trying to figure out the book his father left to him as well as Tommy finding out who he was, all he could was drink at the party.
Giving a small moan Malcom finally broke the kiss realizing it was going to be a lost cause question Oliver in such a state and removes his mask and removes Oliver's so it wouldn't be in the way. "Almost home...you're going to have quite the hangover in the morning" Malcom remarked as he began to pet Oliver's hair and feels his snuggle up close for the rest of the ride until they arrived at the Queen mansion. Helping Oliver out of the car and inside with the help of a staff member who opened the door and informed him where the young man's room was Malcom practically carried Oliver up the stairs. "Here we are, now let's get you into bed," he remarked going into Oliver's room and kicked the door shut before locking it to give them some privacy before helping the younger man to the bed and take off his jacket, tie and shirt. Seeing the scars running across Oliver's body Malcom reached out cautiously and runs his finger over the long scar across Oliver's abdomen. "I bet the few women you've seen after returning have just asked you about these... I don't have to ask they tell quite the story themselves," the older man said softly as he traced his finger over a few more of the scars. "People must pity you when they see these, but in reality you deserve worship not pity, some people will never understand what you went through...but I do," he said sitting down on the bed behind Oliver and kissed some of the scars on his back and the large one on his right shoulder.
Whimpering lightly at the sudden contact on the sensitive scared flesh Oliver arched away as the alcohol induced haze began to lift enough for him to realize he was back home. "Mmm….how did… I… get home?" Oliver mumbled as he looked down and realized he was completely uncovered of his shirt and a large hand was on his chest. Pulling away Malcom smirked "Well look who's slowly sobering up…"he remarked with a small laugh as he resumed his worship.
"Mr. Merlyn…what's going on?" Oliver asked trying to fight the haze in his mind that came from the alcohol and the attention he was getting.
"Call me Malcom, Oliver and I'm just giving you what you deserve…you are not damaged, you are a beautifully dangerous creature that needs to be tamed by someone who knows what they're doing," Malcom responded as he returned to his ministrations.
Trying to grasp at the thoughts in his head Oliver groaned at a particularly strong bite on his shoulder. "What about Tommy…" Oliver mumbled as he tried to push his mind farther out of the haze. "What about him…I've been alone for years Oliver; don't I deserve to be happy also?" Malcom asked as he crossed his arms across Oliver's chest and holding him. Still in a semi drunken haze the argument made sense to Oliver as he started to slip back into the unknown bliss. Waiting for the right moment Malcom shifted from behind Oliver and pushed him down on the bed and crawled over him and kissed the young man deeply until his head was swimming from lack of air and alcohol.
Waking the next morning Oliver groaned at the bright sun coming through the window. His head throbbed from the hangover he was suffering. "Ollie… it's time to get up… mom says hangover or not you have to eat" Thea yelled through the door as she knocked before opening the door. "Morning sunshine…let's go," she said staying by the door. Sitting up slowly Oliver noticed he was completely nude. "I'll be down in a minute, I have shower first… and unless you want to be scared for life you'll leave now," Oliver remarked with a wince as his head throbbed again along with his lower back.
Taking the hint Thea left the room and slammed the door. Grabbing his boxers off the floor Oliver struggled to remember what happened the night before, getting out of bed Oliver walked into the ensuite bathroom and walked directly into his shower and threw his boxers toward the laundry basket as he turned the hot water on and began to wash his body hoping that he could remember the night before. Getting out of the shower Oliver rubbed his face as he tried to remember anything after leaving the gala. Dressing quickly he went downstairs and found his mother and sister already eating without him. "What happened last night?" he asked taking a seat at the large table.
"You really were hammered last night… Mr. Merlyn drove you home he was leaving early so he offered, by the time we got home you were dead to the world asleep in bed," Thea said looking at her brother. Moira looked at her son. "Can you really not remember a thing from last night, what's the last thing you remember?" she asked. Thinking though the throbbing hangover Oliver shook his head. "Probably wishing I didn't have to be at the gala and having my first drink at the bar…then it gets blurry," he remarked unable to remember much else. Feeling his phone vibrate with a text from an unknown number it took him a moment to realize it was from Malcom Merlyn. Putting his phone down he began to pick at his breakfast. Just as his bodyguard slash cohort in crime Diggle walk into the room Oliver looked up at gave a small smirk. "Dig… I was just about to call you, I have to run an errand, I'll meet up with you later," Oliver said as he looked down at his phone once more before leaving the dining room quickly and down the hall toward the garage, throwing his helmet on and jumping on his bike he started it up and took off toward the city.
Arriving in front of the address Oliver looked at the building and swallowed hard as he parked in the small lot besides the building he took his helmet off and held it under his arm. Taking his phone out Oliver texted that he arrived and got an immediate response to go to the elevator on the second floor and wait. Entering the building and jogging up the stairs Oliver waited by the elevator. Hearing the telltale chime of the doors he looked up and saw Malcom Merlyn leaning against the wall of the elevator with a smirk. "Oliver…so glad to see you again…I take it last night is pretty much a blur to you, well I'll explain everything… please we'll go up to my office," Malcom offered as Oliver stepped into the elevator and rode it to the top floor.
Exiting the elevator Oliver stood nervously by the doors as Malcom passed by him and ushered him further into the penthouse office. Walking slowly toward the large couch in the lounge area Oliver felt as if he was walking into a proverbial lion's den. "Can I get you a drink… water, coffee, mimosa…?" Malcom offered as he sat on the couch and draped his arm over the back as he watched "No…no thank you, can you just tell me what happened last night, and why did I wake up in my bed naked," Oliver remarked.
Chuckling Malcom rubbed his chin as he looked across the couch at the younger man. "Last night, you had a bit too much to drink, and we had quiet an eventful night, not one that was planned I can assure you," Malcom said as he shifted a bit and crossed his legs. Connecting the dots slowly Oliver sat stunned as the elevator chimed; dragging his gaze Oliver saw Tommy turn the corner and stop. "Oliver… what are you doing here?" Tommy asked as he stood stunned at the sight before him. "I… just came to thank your father for taking me home last night…" Oliver said as he held back information from his friend as he stood up.
"Yeah, he sure was nice enough to help you out, if had been I probably would have had to fend for myself," Tommy said looking at his father wondering what his agenda was. Malcom locked eyes with a son for a moment. "Tommy, now that's not true I would take you home if you were drunk," Malcom said calmly knowing his son was getting agitated with him for showing favoritism to someone else. "Probably, but it would be a change from the norm wouldn't it…" Tommy said as he looked from his father over to Oliver. "I need to go I got what I came for, besides Laurel and I have an early lunch date," Tommy said looking at the other two in the room before leaving with a nod as he held onto the file he needed to pick up to start working with his father at Merlyn Global.
Once they were alone again Malcom looked at the younger man and motioned for him to sit back down. "Oliver, I told you last night that I understand what you've been through, I can see the façade of a broken man you're not broken though… you're far from broken, in fact you're hiding that behind the broken façade. I remember you before you left on that trip, a reckless party boy with not a care in the world. Now look at you, a complete change… not many others can see it but I do in your eyes…. There is far less innocence in them, dare I say none even," Malcom said as Oliver sat down slowly. "You never showed this much interest in me before Mr. Merlyn... so why now?" Oliver asked feeling his paranoia start to grow again.
"I told you last night but it looks like I have to remind you…call me Malcom, and I have always found interest in you, it's just now you have been away for five years in seclusion and you need help from someone who understands what you've been through, the pain, the fear, the loneliness of not seeing another face you know," Malcom said in a lower baritone as he moved closer to the young man but keeping a buffer between them. "I'm not gay…." Oliver said feeling his heart beat rising as Malcom moved in closer. "Neither am I, but that doesn't stop the feeling I've started to have and there is a huge difference in being gay and having feelings for someone of the same sex," Malcom said as he leaned in and kissed the younger man using all his experience to make the younger man quiver. Oliver groaned into the kiss and pushed his hand against the older man's shoulder to push him away. Taking the hint Malcom backed away giving the younger man space. "I can't do this right now…I have things going on that are important and having a relationship makes it harder to do right now," Oliver said softly still stunned by the attention.
Malcom nodded as he felt Oliver's hand still on his chest. "Then I'll just have to win you over, but once I've set my sights on something I don't let it get away," Malcom said as he moved back and found himself watching Oliver. Standing up slowly Oliver looked at the older man and thought about his work as the Hood and running around the city. "Mr.…Malcom… this relationship will not work out between us I'm telling you this now to just forget about me…alright," the younger man said as he grabbed his helmet and rode the elevator back down to the second floor and walked down the stairs carefully and made his way out of the building.
Getting on his motorcycle and turning it on Oliver backed out of the parking spot and pulled out of the parking lot and made his way toward his club and parked beside the building and went inside, seeing that no one was around Oliver made his way to the main entrance to his lair and jogged down the stairs and made his way to his training area. Stripping off his shirt the archer began to running through his training regimen. After an hour of training Oliver couldn't ignore his cell phone any longer. Grabbing it from the table where he left it he saw he had ignored three calls and two texts from an unknown number.
You left before I could ask you if you would join me for dinner tonight-Unknown Number
I can tell you're ignoring me, I wish you wouldn't-Unknown Number
Staring at the phone Oliver was about to send a reply when it began to vibrate again in his hand again.
Dinner, my place tonight at six and I won't take no for an answer- Unknown Number
Sighing Oliver knew he wouldn't be able to get out of the dinner date. Tapping his phone against his leg the archer realized that he wasn't going to be able to get away without a reasonable sounding excuse since the Verdant didn't open until after ten. Sending a quick pair of texts to Diggle and Felicity telling them he would be late to the club that night he sent a reply to Malcom that he would be joining him for dinner. Putting his phone back down before he went back to training to work up a sweat to clear his mind. Why is he trying so hard…? I just don't understand any of this… but nothing can happen between us, relationships and vigilante work do not work well together… Oliver thought as he continued to train.
Once his mind was clear enough to deal with everything going on in his life Oliver returned home and showered with an hour to spare before he had to leave for his dinner date. Dressing in a dark green button up shirt and dark slacks Oliver paced his bedroom until he had to leave. Getting into the waiting town car Oliver watched the scenery outside the window pass by as the car pulled up in front of the Merlyn Mansion. Heading up to the front door Oliver barely raised his hand to the doorbell when the front doors opened.
"You made it, and a very dashing color choice, it make your eyes pop," Malcom complemented as he led Oliver to the outdoor dining area he had set up. Taking the seat offered to him Oliver gave a weak smile as they were served. Malcom walked inside for a moment before returning with two glasses of wine that complemented the meal. "I know that for five years you ate without seasonings, preservatives or sauces so I took that into consideration for tonight especially after your mother told me that you barely eat now, I don't think she understands what you truly went through on that island," Malcom said as the meal was brought out to them. Oliver felt his mouth water at the smell of the food, strip steaks cooked with vegetables. "Uh… thank you, no one has been this considerate since I returned, everyone just assumed I was going to snap back to normal after five years, especially Tommy he wanted me to be the same Oliver that left but I'm not that Oliver anymore… I've grown up… " Oliver remarked as he started to eat hoping what he said was vague enough to not give away his secret to yet another person.
Malcom smiled as he grabbed his wine glass and sipped it carefully. "Five years can change a person, whether they are utterly alone or not on a deserted island," he said as he placed the glass down and began to eat. "I know people have asked you about your time on the island, the origin of your scars and how someone with no survival skills managed to live for five years on an island, but I'm not going to… I do have a question for you, what is the one thing you miss most about your life before the island?" the elder Merlyn asked truly interested in what Oliver's response would be. "Actually… I'd have to say the thing I miss most is my father and my family before everything that happened," Oliver replied as he pushed the emotions down and started to eat again.
Swallowing hard Malcom looked across the table at his date. I did that to him…I took away Robert and the close bond his family had…but Robert was threatening to back out of our plans and reveal everything…as much as I despised what I had to do this purging of the filth in the Glades must happen no matter what…Malcom thought as he looked across the table at the younger man still watching him. "I miss your father too he was a very close friend and no one can replace him and no one should even try… he wasn't perfect but who really is," Malcom said calmly as he thought back to the last time he spoke to his friend. When the food was done and the empty plates were taken away Oliver pushed his chair from the table. "I should get going… I have to open my club soon," Oliver remarked as he got up from the table only to stop when he felt a hand on his arm.
"I've taken care of that… I called in a favor for you; your club will be open tonight and you can stay here," Malcom said as he got up from his chair and stayed low as he swooped in with an unnatural grace and swiftness and kissed Oliver. Standing up and pulling Oliver to his feet Malcom broke away and cleared his throat. "I apologize, you just looked too perfect in this natural lighting, besides I have more planned for us tonight," Malcom said in a rich tone. "Also to be honest, if you were against me kissing you or what we did last night you would have not come to dinner after what happened in my office this morning and you would fight me when we kiss…admit it Oliver your curious to see what could happen between us," Malcom remarked as he slid an arm around the other's waist and pulled him closer until their chests were barely touching.
"Alright I admit it…I'm curious…"Oliver replied softly as he tried to keep his breathing regulated as he felt Malcom's fingers spread out covering more of his lower back. "I like the sound of that," Malcom said as he moved his hand slowly over the large scar he knew was under the shirt. "Not to sound like a horny teenager, but maybe we should take this upstairs unless you rather the couch in the living room," he added with a smirk. Flicking his eyes to the couch just past the large windows Oliver felt his lip twitch into a minute smirk. "Seem a little restricting… and a bit public," Oliver quipped dragging his eyes from the window and back at the other man.
"Upstairs it is then, and don't worry about anyone catching us," Malcom remarked as he practically dragged Oliver into the house and up to the master bedroom. Making quick work of the buttons on Oliver's shirt Malcom pushed it off and dropped it on the floor. Running his hands up Oliver's arms the elder Merlyn grinned as he gave the younger man a shove onto the bed. Crawling over the younger man Malcom leaned down and grabbed the back of Oliver's neck and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss that got deeper by the second.
Keeping his eyes closed Oliver struggled to unbutton Malcom's shirt until he managed to get the row of buttons undone he pushed the offending article of clothing off of Malcom's shoulders and groaned as they broke the kiss. Panting to catch his breath Oliver dropped back onto the bed. "That kiss was…amazing…" Oliver panted. "Well then, we should get you out of these increasingly tightening and restricting pants," Malcom remarked making even quicker work of Oliver's pants and boxers. "What about yours they must be impossible to deal with…you should get yours off," Oliver remarked looking up from where he was laying on the bed. Reaching down to undo his belt Malcom groaned when his phone began to ring.
"Hold that thought…" Malcom remarked grabbing his phone. "Merlyn… Oh Tommy, brunch… sounds wonderful, why don't you come by around ten tomorrow, I'd talk longer but I'm in the middle of something very important, I'll talk to you tomorrow son," Malcom said hanging up quickly and seeing Oliver look nervously at him about talking to his son. "Don't worry, if you want to keep this a secret from Tommy we will, I've just gotten him back I don't need to drive him away again," Malcom added as he got back onto the bed and placed feather light kisses over Oliver's face and chest as they moved up the bed so they were more comfortable.
"Mal…ah…" Oliver moaned softly as Malcom bit his neck hard making a dark hickey making sure that it was the start of a dark ring of hickeys around the younger man's neck making sure that the pain from the hickeys overloaded Oliver's nerves. Mewling in pleasure Oliver dug his nails into Malcom's back and pulled him closer as they made love. Malcom pulled back and looked at the dark bruises on Oliver's neck and placed a soft kiss on Oliver's neck before moving to his lips, kissing deeply Malcom pulled away and looked down into Oliver's eyes and leaned down and kissed him again before pulling away.
"Oliver…I…I… think I… love you…" Malcom said hoping that he wasn't going to scare Oliver away with his declaration.
Breathing heavy Oliver looked deep into Malcom's eyes. "I think… I feel the same way…" he replied softly pulling Malcom down into a kiss and moaned softly as he pushed Malcom down to his neck to resume making hickeys on the opposite side of his neck as they resumed their love making. Letting Malcom go Oliver twisted the sheets in his hands and arched his back and wrapped his legs tighter around Malcom's waist as they rocked to completion. Moaning loudly, Oliver whimpered as he felt his body react to the empty feeling as Malcom pulled away and lay beside him.
Breathing heavy Malcom pulled Oliver close and let him use his shoulder as a pillow. Working on slowing his breathing down Oliver ignored his urge to look at the clock and instead he nuzzled up to Malcom's shoulder more. "I have to admit that…was amazing," he said shifting his weight a bit. Rolling over Malcom kissed Oliver and pulled the younger man closer into his arms. Catching sight of the clock Oliver realized that he wasn't going to be getting out as the Hood before the night was over. Giving an internal shrug, Oliver figured one night wouldn't cause any problems. Slowly falling under the spell of being tired both men stayed in each other's arms as they started to fall asleep.
Tommy arrived five minutes early to pick his father up for brunch. Being let in by the staff Tommy paced the living room waiting for his father to be informed of his arrival.
After being woken by his butler Malcom looked at the bed and noticed Oliver was gone. Finding a note on the table he picked it up and found that Oliver had left early to get home before sunrise. Dressing and heading downstairs Malcom smiled at his son. "Tommy, this is wonderful… you and me having brunch together," Malcom remarked as he walked out of the house.
"Yeah, I just thought maybe we could try over and get to know one another again…" Tommy said as they got into the car and rode to the café.
Malcom smiled and took his phone out and sent a text to Oliver hoping he got home alright.
I made it home, still got caught sneaking in though-Oliver
Did you come up with something believable to tell Moira? - Malcom
I told her I was on a date, it's the truth… of course I omitted your name to save you some grief-Oliver
Thank you, I really do not need her hunting me down at this time, Tonight I'm going on a trip for business for a few weeks, I'll keep in touch though,- Malcom
Enjoy brunch with Tommy…at least one of us should, I'm going to go spend some time with Mom and Thea, text when you've landed- Oliver
Putting his phone in his pocket Malcom looked at his son. "Tommy, why have you and Oliver stopped talking?" Malcom asked noticing Tommy falter for a moment. "We… grew apart…that island changed him…and not for the better," Tommy said remembering back to Oliver removing his hood to prove that Tommy could trust him to save his father's life. "That's a shame…you two were like brothers, always together," Malcom said hoping to fix the friendship between his son and lover.
"Well times change and so do people and nothing you say will change my mind, now let's just forget about Oliver Queen and just try and enjoy ourselves," Tommy said already planning on finding out what his father's obsession with Oliver was. "After we're done with brunch I'm going to be leaving for about six weeks, I need you keep an eye on the company while I'm gone," Malcom said as he they arrived at the café.