The Gala was a success.

Ianto had been nervous about the prospect of meeting everyone formally even though he had been his PA for a few months. Malcolm had tried to argue that point, everyone knew him by name and phone voice but Ianto proved to be more stubborn than he had anticipated.

Well, until Malcolm mentioned the new suit he would need.

Ianto's head had whipped around with his eyes gleaming and Malcolm filed away the small fact that Ianto had a kink for clothes. This made him doubly aware of the significance of the display Ianto had made of rejecting the clothes during … well that incident is not to be spoken of again.

With Ianto fully excited and in "Jiggly puppy" mode, Malcom was having fun deciding which designer. Although Ianto had only been here a few months he had picked up the designer labels quickly and each name he muttered brought another squeak of excitement. Someone has been observant.

Finally he said the big one. Luigi. Ianto went still, his eyes wide. Malcolm decided there was no piece of art that could compare to that. Anything would be worth that vision and Malcolm quickly made the call while a breathless Ianto tugged at him from behind.

Malcom had dropped the phone back into the cradle as Ianto's mouth had closed around his swollen member and Ianto's appreciation at the promise he could get two suits definitely worth the affection Ianto showered on him that afternoon, that night and early the next morning. Mmmmmm. Anytime is Ianto time.

The fitting had been wondrous to observe as well. Malcolm sit while Ianto was measured and styles discussed with Luigi showing pleasure at Ianto's knowledge. While his little dove had flown abut the room excitedly talking about inseams and back stitching Malcolm had tried to hide his growing erection. Ianto had told Luigi his father had been a master tailor and Luigi had been impressed with the lovely young man who embraced a dying art.

Not only did Luigi leave with firm plans on two suits but he had promised Ianto a "waistcoat to die for". Malcolm had never considered a waistcoat as Luigi didn't make them and the image if Ianto wanton with an open waistcoat and rolled up sleeves didn't help him growing predicament.

It had been a relief when Ianto had finally announced that it was shower time and his knees would have given out if Ianto hadn't been holding him against the tiles while he pounded relentlessly into him, whispering his name like a mantra.

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Of all the pretty things there, Malcolm knew without a doubt that Ianto was the shiniest bauble in the place and was enjoying the glances and appreciative stares they were attracting as they moved through the room.

Malcolm had reached for Ianto's hand and after he had stared at him for a few moments had smiled and accepted Malcolm's outstretched hand with a squeeze from those deft fingers.

The charcoal grey suit was gorgeous and the dark red shirt with matching red and grey striped tie made him look so polished that Malcolm wanted to take a bite of him. The waistcoat was pinched so that it hugged every curve and when Ianto moved so the jacket flared open, the dark red lining framed his gorgeous waist perfectly.

Malcolm had found the pocket watch in his drawer of cast offs and had offered it with a throwaway comment about accessorising. Ianto's reverent sigh as he delicately stroked the silver watch went to his groin and Malcom filed yet another kink away for later. Ianto liked watches.

Watching Ianto dress for the evening was like watching a warrior put on his armour and Malcolm had been so pleased with the beauty he had on his arm for the evening. The pocket watch was perfect and several people had approached to speak to Ianto, not him. Normally he would have been insulted but he found that he was enjoying Ianto's blushing.

When it came to the bachelor auction he had watched Oliver Queen get snapped up for a tidy sum and grinned with glee as he noticed a late entry.

Ianto stood defiantly on the stage, just oozing sex.

Malcolm wasn't sure what surprised him the most. The old bird who was trying to outbid him or the way Ianto had leered at her when she faltered. Naughty, naughty Mr Jones.

Malcolm decided he also didn't like the way she kept bidding him up, recognising her as a competitor in the Orgeston deal which was stalemated due to her insistence in a look at the books. At seeing him entering earlier in the evening, she had launched into work talk until Ianto had shut her down with a few polite comments and her shock at discovering the gorgeous piece of eye candy was in fact the smooth voiced Mr Jones she had been dealing with by phone was priceless.

Ianto slid the Jacket off his shoulders, down his arms and with one hand he flicked it over his shoulder, allowing it to flare and flash the lining. He popped a hip and posed. He looked like a model, God he looked like a porn star as he pointed his toes out. The chain on the watch shone in the lights and Malcolm was ready to go.

In a flurry of showmanship he stood and shouted out the most outrageous amount he could think if. Double Oliver's haul.

Ianto's face had lit up with glee and Malcolm knew that whatever it was Ianto had wanted him to do, he had just done it. The whole place erupted as Ianto flew from the stage into his arms and passionately kissed him. Well, that's what you call an outing.