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Warnings: Possible swearing, some citrus action (I'm a little worried about it, I don't want it to seem to fast or like Malcolm is taking advantege) Also to be clear it's probable that weeks, maybe even months have passed, so this is not a quick development...

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Tommy didn't know what to do. Did he call for help? How did he explain this, who was in the wrong here? Ianto/John was crying in a corner, behind a chair, clutching a can of chicken soup like his life depended on it. The younger Merlyn had tried everything. Even the promise of hot chocolate couldn't bring the distraught man out. In many ways their charge was a grown man, in many ways that fact was hidden in the abused mind of a child. "Great, a 30 something year old man having a toddler sized meltdown in the living room...only in your life Tommy Merlyn." He groused to himself.

First he made sure Ianto/John could still see him then he did the only thing he could, he called his dad.

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"There better be a good reason I postponed the merger with China meeting again." Malcolm huffed, breezing in the side door.

"Uh sorry dad, I didn't know who else to call." Tommy sighed as his father entered the room. "I've tried everything, his room is trashed and he won't leave that corner or that can…"

"John?"

Jones cowered, knowing he was about to lose one of the last things he cared about. His last memory, the only thing he could seem to recall, after the long road to healing had begun. He cried harder, but recognized Malcolm as alpha to his beta and so, held out the can in shaking fingers. Great tracks of tears rolled down his cheeks and he trembled with emotion.

"Hey, no, it's ok, you can keep it." Malcolm soothed, pressing the hand with the soup back towards his distressed charge.

"Gone…all gone." Ianto/John wailed, pulling the can of soup close like it was worth its weight in gold.

"What is he talking about?" The older Merlyn inquired gently, turning to his son, even as he reached out to try and sooth Jones.

"Oh no…Elena…"

"What?! Spit it out son."

"Elena was cleaning his room, she must have found his hoard and cleaned it out." Tommy supplied in understanding.

"He had a hoard?" Malcolm mused, running his hand through his slowly calming, charge's hair.

"I thought you knew, it started with that old blanket from the car." Tommy replied with a laugh. "6 different brands, cans of soup, all chicken noodle, track pants, 2 hoodies, a red and a grey, and my old Chuck Taylor shoes."

"Did she throw any of it out?"

"The shoes."

"Tell me you have more." Malcolm pleaded, forming a plan in his mind.

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20 minutes later Ianto/John was presented with a new hoard. The clothes and blanket clean. Black and scuffed chucks, more than 5 other cans of chicken noodle soup. Ianto/John was so overwhelmed that he dropped his own can and ran to the older Merlyn. Without warning Jones quite literally smashed their mouths together.

Tommy's eyebrows hit his hairline as Malcolm shoved his hands into the younger man's hair and just let the kiss continue, though he didn't push it further either. "I could be wrong, but I think he likes it."

The younger Merlyn snorted. "How do you do that? He wouldn't say a word to me."

"Must be my good looks and impeccable charm." Malcolm laughed as Jones began to snuffle around the older Merlyn's neck. "You, are coming to the office with me, where I can keep an eye on you, troublemaker." Malcolm laughed poking Jones in the nose. Ianto/John pretended to snap at the offending finger.

"Well guess that means I have the afternoon off, I can surprise Laurel with lunch!" Tommy smiled.

"Laurel pretty..." The young man declared. Then whispered, "Tommy mad…"

"No John I'm not mad at you." The younger Merlyn sighed, hands at his hips, already planing out where to take his girlfriend.

"Yelled…" It was said as a fact, no pouting from their charge either, only shy sadness and regret.

"I was frustrated at the situation." And the assholes that did this to you. "Not mad at you okay." Tommy replied and pointed to himself, "Tommy not mad, Tommy like John very much." He stated with a smile. Talking in the third person had become the norm with Jones as of late. It had appeared easier for the young man and though, it wasn't much, Ianto/John did talk more.

Jones actually got up and hugged the younger Merlyn. Tucking his face into the younger Merlyn's shoulder. "Like Tommy." He never said I, like it would break some unspoken rule if he took credit for anything.

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The car ride was exciting, his charge's eyes glued to the road as Malcolm flaunted his mint, black Vette. He always felt untouchable in his cars. He parked and when he stepped out, his secretary was waiting. The woman was an ice viper in pumps. Perfect blood red lips and lacquered nails. The older Merlyn only had eyes for the steadily glaring and fidgety man to his left. "Miss Darrin, John here will be working with me today, I will not tolerate unneeded disruptions." Malcolm ordered, pulling Jones along before she could even reply.

"Didn't like her." Ianto/John mumbled, starting to shake.

"You wouldn't be the first…" Malcolm laughed as they entered a private elevator. He noticed the other man still shaking and pulled him close, kissing his lips lightly. "John its ok, you're with me, you're safe." The older Merlyn promised. The kisses started out sweet, reassuring. Then Jones was on him, pressing him back and he felt helpless to stop. There was no talking, but it was hardly needed. Malcolm swung the younger man around and nearly shoved him into his office.

Ianto/John staggered to the couch and into his rescuer's lap. "Want to." Jones murmured, over and over again. The older Merlyn didn't even feel like he was taking advantage, so genuine was the want written in Jones's eyes.

Malcolm was giving in, but he could still take it slow. Show his charge how to be properly loved and he found he was beginning to love this man, he really was. He slowly opened said man's shirt, licking and sucking at his neck along with the skin revealed. His hand fit easily into Ianto/John's pants and boxers. He started to rub his palm over the hard length he found there.

Jones gasped and his hips bucked. "But….but you…" He tried to say, but moaned helplessly instead of continuing the protest.

"You, just for you, my beautiful boy." Malcolm replied, rubbing harder, trailing fingers over the now leaking head. "I'll teach you what this is meant to be, my sweet, do you want that?"

Ianto/John nodded, sealing his lips with his rescuer's. "My angel… Ah!...Ah!...please… oh please." Jones gasped as he started to feel close. He wasn't sure what end his body was careening towards. He just knew he wanted to get there and the well-dressed man he'd started to love was encouraging him.

"Cum for me, my beautiful boy, let me see you cum." The older Merlyn basically purred, licking up the young man's neck as he writhed. His thumb rubbing over the head, barely pressing into the slit of his now lover's, sizable cock.

Jones gave a shuddering gasp when he came. The feeling of pleasure, combined with love and added to sex, so foreign. And so much a release, he started sobbing. He turned into Malcolm's shoulder, drenching his suit jacket with his tears. A part of him thought he'd never feel more than pain and disgust when it came to sex. Now, now he felt like he was finally breaking free.

"That's it my sweet, let it out, let it all out." The older Merlyn coaxed, rubbing Ianto/John's back as he cried.

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