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"So uh. Why are you interested in this guy Henderson anyway?"

"It's not important Barry, do you know where he is or not?" Oliver huffed, trying not to be annoyed with the young man's inquisitiveness.

Everything just wearing on him, Malcolm snapped. "I don't have time for this. He raped my lover, alright! Can we go now?!" The older Merlyn growled, crossing his arms.

"Ok remind me not to cross you." Barry joked, Oliver sighed and Malcolm glared.

~AICHM~

Even torturing the man didn't bring him peace or lift the feeling of dread and irk that rankled him. Oliver knew he was there to keep Malcolm in check and just before he killed the man, in an extremely painful way. Queen laid a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

Barry saw the bloodlust in the older man's eyes, surprised when the Dark Archer actually stopped then settled for another sound kick to the man's groin. Andrew Henderson would never have children…

"So uh, figured I'd say hi to the gang." 'Flash' enthused and Oliver hesitated.

"Ok, but you have to come with us." Queen consented.

"No way man, see you there slow pokes!" Barry quipped as he sped off.

"Barry wait!" Oliver cried.

"Oh God Ianto…"

AICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHM

Whirly chairs was the best game! Felicity had such good ideas. He hoped Malcolm would be back soon with Ollie and he could show them. Watching Licity, he had trouble with the Fe. It wasn't that he couldn't talk or understand. It was just so hard to get past the trauma and the 'rules' that had been beaten into him. Even carved into his skin in knives and scars. Each death they'd start again.

She was walking back to the desk, holding bags of take out. Ianto giving her a lazy, happy smile. Something was crackling over the coms when she heard the telltale whoosh. Oliver was warning her, but it was too late, all hell had broken loose. As Barry Allen skidded to a halt with a swirl of papers, he caught the take out as Felicity dropped them. He was giving his cocky, 'aren't you so impressed' grin, but she seemed not to care. Allen was trying to talk and she quieted him. "Shhh…shush…" She put her finger to his lips and he looked around confused.

It was weak and they barely heard it, but it was Ianto. "L-l-licity? L-licity….h-h-help-p-p." Over and over again in a wet gurgle. When they found him he was near his end. Only to wake up, thrash and work the blades in deeper. It looked like he had tripped back into a weapons cache, dragging another on top of himself as he fell. Blades and blood covered every surface.

"Malcolm is going to have your head!" Felicity hissed, she saw Jones's eyes get wide with fear and pointed to a chair. So much for never getting on the older man's bad side, fuck even Oliver was probably gonna be upset. "Oh Anto what do I do?" She despaired as he reached for her hand.

"N-no l-leave A-anto." Jones sputtered, blood painting his lips a deep red against his even paler skin.

"I'm staying right here." Felicity promised, it was five minutes and another death later before everyone got back.

"What in seven hells! The flying fuck did you do!" Malcolm seethed, he had Barry by the throat, hoisted high and against the wall.

"Malcolm! Put him down!" Oliver bellowed and heard the whimper then the crying start. He walked over to Jones as the older Merlyn lowered Barry to the ground, but didn't release him. He wasn't done with the kid yet. "Hey buddy. I know you're scared."

"O-o-ouch O-o-llie o-o-ouch."

"I know buddy, we're gonna get you out of there just as soon as we can."

"Woah what happened here?" Cisco gasped as he walked in unannounced, spotting Oliver first, crouched by Ianto and holding his hand.

Jones whimpered and squirmed, so many people. "Hey…Anto it's alright their… friends ok, they don't want to hurt you." Queen soothed, low and smooth just a bit placating.

"O-ouch Ollie"

"Um, who's your other friend here? And why is he trying to kill Barry?"

Barry, for his part, gave Cisco a look and kept his hands raised.

"Malcolm!" Oliver barked. "Ianto is asking for you." He added, hoping the little lie would make the older Merlyn unwind enough to let go completely.

Malcolm's hand flexed and he breathed deep to try and calm himself. He would let go, but not without his say. "You stupid, selfish, little children. Yeah I've heard about you. Never thinking, always charging in, and expecting that we're so impressed with his speed and the cool costume. Try thinking for once, I know it's a hard concept, but do try. You should consider yourselves very lucky Mr. Allen here isn't the only one with powers and thank your stars Oliver has my respect or things might be ending very different for the both of you." Malcolm sneered, finally releasing Barry, who was feeling about an inch tall.

"Al Jalim Waladi, baby boy, sweet boy." The older Merlyn was babbling, he knew and he didn't give a shit.

"A-a-ant-t-to…o-o-ouchhhhh."

"He's passed out again, what do we do now?" Queen sighed, knowing this was Merlyn's play and actually feeling ok with following the older man's lead.

"I snap his neck…that gives us time to get the weapons out and he can heal."

"Wait what!?" Barry and Cisco sputtered. "Won't that kill him?"

"Yes, not the only one with powers, though yours can be explained. Now shut your mouth, the adults are talking." Malcolm growled, exasperated. "If there are no more objections from the peanut gallery, I'd like to get this over with..."

"Are you sure?" Oliver asked, "This won't be quick."

"He mumbles stats in his sleep, a broken neck will keep him down for half an hour." The older Merlyn sighed and Oliver nodded. All of them watching with rapt attention as Malcolm got into position. He held his beautiful boy's head, kissed its brow, murmured softly, and with an inhuman snarl wrenched sideways. "I'm so sorry, my beautiful, sweet boy." There were tears on his lashes as he laid Ianto's head down, gently as he could, then went to help Oliver.

As each blade was removed he heard Barry and Cisco cursing, part of him was happy, 'Team Flash' had needed a dressing down. The other part had felt bad for his friends. Oliver knelt down as they waited for the violent revive. He held Jones's ankles loosely while Malcolm seemed to be meditating with Ianto's still and pliant upper body in his lap. Queen realized the older man was whispering a Buddhist prayer. He hoped it helped.

"What are you doing?" Barry asked quietly, kneeling next to Oliver.

"This was why I asked you to wait. Ianto was held, tortured and assaulted for 5 years… he's deathly afraid around new people and I imagine he was absolutely terrified when you swept in. Killing him will let him heal and it got him out, but his revive is hard, you can help. Light that incense and bring it here."

Ianto came back as they expected. Blood soaked, but healed and hissing, snarling, flailing, and crying. They were prepared for it, but still. "Ianto, please, my sweet, it's us, just Malcolm and Ollie, Licity is here. We won't hurt you." The older Merlyn murmured. Bucking and struggling Jones managed to get a leg free, accidently kicking Oliver in the face. Queen's grip was a lot firmer this time. They would laugh about it later, but for now… "Breathe my sweet, just breathe." The older Merlyn held Ianto's back to his chest and mimicked taking deep breaths. The incense had been Laurel's idea and thank God it seemed to work.

Slowly the young man started to calm and Oliver let go, turning away as Jones crawled into Malcolm's arms. He had his nose pressed to the older man's throat, snuffling and licking, letting his lover's scent and taste surround him, calm him. The older Merlyn stalled Ianto's subtly grinding hips. Good night! His beautiful boy was hard as a rock! "Not just yet, baby boy, let's get home first or at least to the car hmm?" Malcolm whispered in Jones's ear. The older Merlyn guessed this was a case of 'I just revived and I need to feel something' upon escaping death he'd had the feeling. His sweet boy, might not even be conscious of it, just reacting to what his body told him. With clipped words and glares leveled at 'Team Flash' he made his exit to Oliver and Felicity's nods of acknowledgment.

AICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHM

Parked in a back lot, away from prying eyes...

Ianto gasped and gripped at the seats as Malcolm pushed two lube slicked fingers into his waiting hole. His dick rubbing trails of pre-cum across the mocha tinted leather as he rutted back on his older lover's hand. "O-oh! M-m-my l-love p-p-please…" Jones gasped as the older Merlyn lined up his cock.

He slid in with a slow glide, pulling Ianto's back to his chest as they knelt upon the back seat. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Jamil Waladi and you're going to cum for me aren't you?" Malcolm whispered hotly in his ear, licking a stripe up his neck.

"Y-y-yes…p-please… O-oh! O-oh!" Ianto moaned as his lover started to snap his hips, driving deep and hitting his prostate. The slap of skin on skin was sharp and his older lover was grunting between his moans.

The older Merlyn reached for Jones's cock, hard, hot, and smooth, like steel wrapped in warm velvet decadence. He purred at the feeling as he pumped his fist and Ianto writhed. Whispering a stuttered 'oh God' like a mantra. "I can feel you, so tight, ready to snap. Cum my sweet, cum for me. Now!" Malcolm demanded, bucking hard and twisting his wrist.

Jones let out a garbled cry as his dick swelled and he spurt cum over Malcolm's fist and across detailed leather. His older lover gave even harder thrusts till he barked out his own release.

The older Merlyn looked at the mess they'd made and did his best to mop it up with a ruined shirt. "Well, let's just wait till we get home for the next rounds shall we?" He snorted and Ianto smiled lazily.

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I actually like The Flash, but sometimes man...Yeah go Malcolm!

As always, luv you's guys.