The letter was still on the bar with Ianto's pager, watch and pocket contents. The watch discarded was one of Malcolm's old inexpensive cast-offs and he again kicked himself when he realised he'd never got him one of his own even though he knew he loved watches. Stupid. Stupid.

He'd called him Daddy. The one off comment about Daddy Wharbucks from Thea had been retained but it seemed Ianto heard and remembered more than he'd given him credit. Only one other had called him than in passion and she had given him so much of her heart.

As Ianto slept off the alcohol and their afternoon's exertions Malcolm shakily got his own bottle of Cristal and tore the letter open.

Dear Malcolm

Thank you for all you've done for me.

You have shown me a glittering world of make believe when Jack never even took me on a single date.

You made me feel like a million dollars when I know I'm not worth a cent more than a buck fifty.

You purchased lovely suits when I could never had afforded such opulence even at home. I know you would have given me the world if I'd proven worthy and my greatest regret is the knowledge that I'm not.

(Was not good enough to keep Jack and I know I'm not good enough to warrant you even considering keeping me.)

I hold no illusions that by the time you read this, if you even bother without tossing it unopened, that I am most probably dead or bleeding out somewhere convenient. Know that I don't blame you. I'm not exactly a keeper am I?

I hope I didn't struggle and I went with what little dignity I have left. I have no desire to hurt you or degrade your decision in this matter.

I apologise for my short comings and inability to satisfy you and hope you find happiness with someone of better quality than me.

I do hope we had one last roll in the hay, you are so lovely when you make that growly noise as you come. I would have like one more chance to hear it before my light goes out.

If we did, thank you for that. If not, no bother. Know that I will hold an image of you laughing wanton on the pillows as I breathe my last.

The magician who made my sorrow disappear for a while and captured my heart forever.

Eternally yours my beloved

Ianto Jones

Malcolm read the last part again and wept.

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Ianto woke slowly. He ached in all the right places and he couldn't help but smile at the feeling of dried cum on his body. God, had he really fucked Malcolm that hard? Wow.

He'd been so tight and hot. Ianto began to grow hard just thinking about it. When a hand cupped his growing member and squeezed gently Ianto didn't care who it was as long they followed through.

Maybe this was how he brought their silence. Maybe a crew member was going to kill him so Malcolm didn't have to get blood on his own hands. No matter, just a fuck first please. Ahhhh, god, yes.

Another hand cupped his balls and rolled them expertly between the fingers making him hard and wanton in a heartbeat of blood loss from the brain. Ianto threw an arm across his eyes as he squeezed them shut against the onslaught of sensation. Oh, god yes.

A mouth joined the hands. Licking, kissing, exploring and the hot breath was infuriating. Ianto cried out and arched his back as Malcolm's name fell from his lips.

If he was going to die he was going to hold Malcom in his thoughts until the end.

The mouth swallowed him down and he felt the breath from the nose against his groin. God, so good. Ianto panted and reached down blindly to stroke the man's hair.

"Please, please, please. I'm sorry Malcolm. I love you... Tell him that. Tell him I loved him always … I still loved him … please oh god … please. Yes, god please. Oh … Malcolm.'

Ianto didn't know he saw saying it out loud but Malcolm's heart broke even more as he listened to Ianto's cries of sorrow. He thought this was someone come to do his dirty work. Even now, thinking this was his death sentence by another's grubby hands he called his name.

He upped the ante by sliding his fingers in to the still wet and loose hole that quivered at his touch and Ianto nearly shot of the bed. He screamed and bucked in his mouth and Malcom couldn't help but bite down softly.

With a shuddering sigh Ianto came down his throat, fucking his mouth with haphazard thrusts as he spurted against the back of his throat still calling out to Malcolm.

Surging up the bed, Malcolm buried himself in Ianto, groaning at the heat enveloping him. Ianto's eyes flew open as the familiar noise and looked in surprise at the Adonis slowly fucking him.

With a small smile Ianto reached up and stroked Malcolm's face whispering endearments and Malcolm screamed lustily as he came, bucking wildly before falling. Falling. God he was falling. Falling for this creature beneath him.

As he fell into Ianto's arms he finally fell from grace. Landing where he always have wanted to be.

Home.