They were sailing. When Malcolm first said they were spending the day on the super yacht Ianto had spent a gruelling few hours wondering if he was going over the side. Although they had never talked about "Green Arrow" or the "Magician" Ianto was no fool and had done his homework better that Malcolm could have dreamed.

Their fight two days ago about Thea wanting Ianto to do some unsavoury task for her at the club and his refusal to bow to her had been vicious. Ianto had wound up bruised and battered, not just his pride.

When Malcolm had invited him into the sparring room he had no idea she had run to "Daddy" with a trumped up story of his rudeness when he'd actually been polite in his refusal and the punch to the head that had felled him not to mention the resulting beating as he cowered on the floor had been a surprise.

He hadn't defended himself, too shocked and confused. Only at the end as he lay at Malcolm's feet and he had snarled that he should reconsider her request did he know his place there. Right. If that was how is was, fine! The next day he had done the task trying to hide his discomfort.

He had propositioned the main alcohol supplier and gained his trust before blackmailing him with the photos from the hidden camera in the motel room to help Thea with her little "problem".

He hadn't enjoyed it and the soft, pliant skin had been sickening under his fingers.

The man had been needy and excited as he'd fumbled from behind, coming on Ianto's naked butt and thighs before they had to go all the way, much to Ianto's relief. He had no idea how he was going to explain his battered and bruised body to the man who had been horrified by his early release with Ianto still partially dressed beneath him. Not a bad blow job though. Malcolm wasn't a fan of giving those like Jack had been. Nice to have been taken care of for a while. And now the man had been so embarrassed that he didn't question the bruises clearly visible on Ianto's crotch and inner thighs were Malcolm had brutally fucked him on the floor of the sparring room while he was still recovering from the beating.

All those jibes about him being Malcolm's whore. Well. There ya go.

She had been excited and pleased with the result, the supplier backing down and accepting the new cut rate contract offered and Thea had told her father he was quite a shrewd asset. Malcolm had agreed and wanted to reward Ianto who had shied away from him all that next day.

Malcolm had sensed Ianto's discomfort and thought he was of afraid of water. No. Hated sailing? Never been. Huh! Really? Still sulking about his hurt pride at taking orders from Thea?

Ianto could feel Malcolm watching him and tried to ignore it. The yacht was gorgeous, huge and opulent. Not that he'd expected anything else from Malcom.

Named "Becca" she was crewed by several men and Ianto wondered how Malcolm would do it without witnesses or did they just know to keep their mouths shut.

Ianto shooting straight down into the cabin was a shock, his refusal to come up on deck confusing and the lifejacket was way too much. Now Malcolm was pissed. A nice day. A treat and he was acting like a big girl! Time to put his foot down!

Malcolm stormed down into the cabin to find Ianto drunk. Shit, a whole bottle of Cristal in less than quarter an hour? What the fuck was going on here. Each time he tried to get near him he moved away, keeping a distance between them.

The lifejacket had been discarded, as had Ianto's personal effects. A letter sat with them on the bar but Malcolm only had eyes for his out of control PA.

"Ianto? Care to explain what is going on here?" he finally asked.

Ianto snorted and took a swig straight from the bottle then looked forlornly at it as he'd now drained it. With a shrug he put it down and looked warily at Malcolm.

"This is where you ... ah …terminate my contract isn't it sir?" he finally slurred.

Malcolm stared at him in open shock. What?

"Toto, you think I've brought you out here to dump you at sea?" he spluttered.

"Well, plenty more fish in the sea" Ianto said then chortled at the joke.

Malcolm reared back. Huh. How did he know about his little dumping ground? More to the point, why did he think he was so expendable? Once again Malcolm felt a spike of hatred for the man who had broken this beautiful creature.

"I brought you out here so there were no distractions. Just you, me on this boat. As long as you want!" Malcolm snarled then reared back as Ianto burst into tears.

He crossed the room an engulfed him in an embrace pressing their lips together in a desperate attempt to comfort him but he'd only tensed more. Malcolm placed Ianto's head on his chest and tried to soothe him by rubbing his back. Each time he did Ianto shuddered. A vague memory of kicking him in the back while he lay prone in the floor washed over him and he realised how badly he had beaten him. Too caught up in his anger at the time to have noticed his pain. Shit. He'd hurt him.

Berating a man he wanted to kill only to realise it was himself to blame. Shit, he was crap at this relationship thing. Shit. Fuck! Rebecca had been so pliant and agreeable, never seeing his dark side. God, men are so hard to read.

Malcolm led him to the sleeping berth, a large stately room with a gorgeous bed waiting for a good messing but Ianto never looked up. Sitting him on the bed Malcolm slowly and carefully undressed him as Ianto refused to make eye contact.

Removing my clothes, harder to identify the body if it floats back up, Ianto had thought. This is it. He's going to strangle me and then dump my naked body over the side. Maybe one last fuck before I go?

Strangely he didn't really care. Did he want this to stop? End? Maybe this as for the best. He just fucked up everywhere. How long before he was on offer to Malcolm's friends? Owen's taunts came back to haunt him.

Malcolm was down to his undershirt and pants. Carefully peeling the undershirt up over his head he finally saw what he had done that day and was left feeling sick. He ran his fingers over his ribcage as Ianto groaned softly with pain. Broken. Some of these were definitely broken. God.

A bite mark that looked fresh was on his shoulder and Malcolm frowned. He didn't remember doing that and when he touched it Ianto had shuddered with distaste. Malcolm looked into his face and touched the bite again. Ianto blanched.

"Who did this?" Malcolm finally asked quietly.

Ianto looked at him for the first time and Malcolm's heart stopped at he looked into steely grey eyes. Cold. Empty. Bereft. Oh god, what was happening?

"Toto?"

"The supplier when he came!" Ianto whispered, trying to look away back unable to break eye contact as he watched Malcom's fire burning behind his eyes.

Malcom was a stature. Cold, solid and heavy. He held Ianto's knees as he knelt between them and Ianto vaguely felt his fingernails breaking the flesh.

"What? What do you mean?" Malcolm said softly.

"For Thea. You told me I had to … I did my duty sir." Ianto could be stone too.

Malcolm felt the floor fall away, the sun exploding and the air leave the room.

He had no words. He'd lost the power of speech and could only gape at Ianto who sat primly waiting for his demise.

"You thought … you …when I said that you had to … Thea told me … she need … you …he touched you … he … and you …" Malcolm finally spluttered and Ianto frowned.

Why was he acting surprised? He had chosen Thea. Why not she's his daughter. Of course he'd chosen to please her with the loan of one of his assets. Yeah, he'd heard that. Why was he acting so confused? What did he think she'd wanted him to do? Why did he think he'd said no? Ianto frowned at Malcolm and finally felt a spark of anger.

"What did you expect? Your high priced whore would sub-contract the job? I had to be sure he would fold, I had to be sure the leverage was enough. You said no more mistakes remember!" he hissed onto Malcolm's face, ignoring the bite of pain from his ribs as he lent forward into Malcolm's space. "All I'm good for is a quick hard fuck! Doing my Job Sir!"

Malcolm silently shook his head like he was trying to dislodge the thoughts rolling around inside it.

"I've done my duty, I've expended my worth and now you are preparing me for my final journey" Ianto said wistfully closing his eyes "Once more into the breach what old man?"

Ianto's bitter laugh as his tears fell onto Malcolm's hand galvanized him into action.

Surging forward he kissed Ianto, taking his face in his hands as he poured his sorrow into the contact. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Breaking the kiss that left Ianto gasping for air, Malcolm pushed him back on the bed as he tore his pants off to expose the bruising to his genitals and thighs.

God. I did this? The animal I hunt is me?

Ianto was shaking, whimpering and his eyes were closed as tears leaked down the sides of his face.

"Toto, look at me" he pleaded and as rewarded when Ianto's terrified gaze fell on him.

"I don't want to hurt you darling. I don't … God I did this. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby. I did this" Malcolm soothed as he gently stroked Ianto's genitals.

Ianto responded with a groan of pain/lust and Malcolm felt his manhood quiver under his fingertips.

"You think I'm about to kill you but you still want me?" Malcolm said with surprise.

"I'll always want you Daddy" Ianto moaned, writhing on the bed.

"Toto" Malcolm whispered staring at him.

"Once more. Just once more, I won't fight at the end. I promise, just, for once love me. A little. Please Daddy" Ianto sobbed, grabbing at Malcolm's hands.

Malcolm kissed the fingers entwined with his own and rose pulling his own clothes of hastily. He pulled Ianto's knees up and breached him fully in one deep thrust. Ianto's bark of pain only egged him on as he wantonly fucked him into the mattress. Grunting and snarling as he claimed him, filled him, tried to climb inside him.

Ianto couldn't think for the assault on his body and moaned, so good. So good. He cried out as Malcolm bucked savagely into him, shaking the bed and Ianto's resolve. Finally with a snarl of rage he clamped down in Malcolm and bit him savagely on the nearest arm.

Malcolm cried out and bucked again falling onto Ianto and wrapping him in his arms, his own teeth finding Ianto's neck where he bit him back.

They tore at each other. Ianto's injures forgotten until Ianto was on top and savagely forcing his throbbing hard on into Malcolm.

Malcolm cried out and arched his back. Oh god, so good. So good. Lovely pain. Yes, this is why he needs a man. This is what he wants. Yes, oh Ianto.

Malcolm started panting Ianto's name like a mantra as Ianto slammed into him again and again until they both came in an explosion of screams and convolutions. Ianto fell into Malcolm's arms and lay spent, still shivering as the orgasm continued to take him, his pulsing dick filling Malcolm with his spunk.

Malcolm was shocked, immensely satisfied and a little amused. Wow!