Chapter 6 woot!

So glad I could finally get this out to you!

I do hope you ENJOY!

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He heard Malcolm making apologies. Then the stomp of expensive leather and a door shutting. Oliver waited; sighing and letting his shoulders slump. Rubbing a hand along his face, while the older man secured his room.

"Alright… You have my full attention Oliver."

"I had the pleasure of meeting with Nyssa today." Mr. Queen sighed. "We have two days to bring Ianto before them."

"Or what?" Malcolm practically snarled.

"Hey! Don't get mad at me."

Malcolm took a breath. "Did she give you an ultimatum?"

"No… But my impression is that nothing good will happen if we ignore this or refuse."

"You're probably right."

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Malcolm practically 'trudged' into the penthouse suite. It was dark; no Ianto to greet him. He felt annoyance; it was all he had wanted, to be welcomed. Instead he felt like a naughty teenager; trying to creep in past curfew. The older man toed of his shoes and put on obligatory slippers, before going further. "Ianto?" The elder Merlyn called out. Fighting to keep the anger from his tone. Lest he frighten his still, so fragile lover.

The meetings had gone longer than he'd planned. All he wanted now was a quick bite; maybe a little play time, and sleep. He walked slowly into the living area and stopped short. There was Ianto; forehead to his plate, snuffling in sleep. Naked; save for the wine colored robe and with a veritable feast, laid before him. Smoke rose gently from tea lights; that had obviously, just burnt out.

Malcolm realized he must have forgotten to tell the young man, he'd be late. He felt horrible now. And such a thoughtful surprise; gone to waste. Hopefully the food could be salvaged, but the idea was well ruined. The young man; didn't know of, The League's presence. Didn't know; of the things, weighing on the older man's mind. Jones had simply; wanted to treat his lover.

Ianto was waking; smiling up at his angel. "You're b-b-back my love…" He blinked; as the realization hit and he reared up so fast, it startled Malcolm. "O-o-oh you're b-back! ...I… a-a-at the d-door…you s-said… Oh I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." Jones face fell; he thought it had all been, so perfect and he'd forgotten, the one thing, his Dominant had asked for.

Before Malcolm could react; the young man, ran into the kitchen. The elder Merlyn followed just in time; to see his sweet boy, slam his palm into a clearly, burning hot wok. The young man; didn't even, do more than whimper, as he held his hand there. "Oh God Jamil. No!" Malcolm cried. Moving fast; he took the young man, by the arm. Moving him to the sink. Not knowing what else to do; he quickly turned on the cold water.

"So-sorry Daddy… So-sorry, sorry." Ianto was mumbling over and over. "B-b-bad boy… S-s-spank… P-p-punish."

"No Jamil. No my sweet, good boy; lovely, perfect boy." The elder Merlyn cooed. Luckily he'd moved his younger lover, fast enough. It was bound to be painful, but nothing that warranted a reset. He looked up burn care on his phone and made Jones keep his hand under the cool water.

~IaHaHiM~

The concierge was only too happy to help. Especially considering the more than generous tips they were getting. He quickly sent someone to get the supplies needed. Also getting help to clean up and save the food. The young ladies tasked with said food clean up; where busy complimenting his charge the whole time. As well as offering advice and suggestions for recipes.

His second call was to his translator/business rep for the site. Malcolm was able to beg off for the next day. He planned to spend the stolen time with his beautiful boy. A lazy morning of sex, cuddles, and a big breakfast. Then some sightseeing; more sex. He knew they would have to face The League and Ras eventually, but first he would show Ianto how loved he was.

He wasn't about to just let The League have their Al Kalada without a fight!

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Big THANKS to my peeps for sticking with me through these tough times. I HEART YOU ALL!