Diggle watched Oliver as he stalked about the crime scene, frowning at the bodies still on display. He wondered what he was looking for as they had all been over it last night, even Malcolm had stayed to help … ah. Always comes back to Merlyn doesn't it.

Finally Oliver knelt, touching the throat of a fallen man then he motioned Diggle to come see. As he looked for what was so important that they had to freeze their balls off at three o'clock in the morning when they had nearly froze here not three hours earlier he swallowed down a sigh of resentment.

Oliver still did not share his thoughts so Diggle was left floundering as he looked at a knife wound. So?

Oliver frowned at Diggle's upraised eyebrows and waved his hands around. "So, where's the knife?"

"Maybe Malcolm …" Diggle began.

"No! I had it, in my pocket. I've seen it before but can't think where!' Oliver growled with frustration. "I know I had it, the weight of it in my pocket but when I got back to base I had a paperweight. A fucking paperweight of the glades!"

Where the hell had it gone?

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Ianto was sitting on the edge of Malcolm's desk kicking his feet so his heels drummed against the wood like a child in a too big chair and Malcom stopped in the doorway to watch his lover as Ianto flicked through a report with a slight grin on his face.

"Something good Toto?" he said softly, causing Ianto to yelp and leap from the desk.

Malcolm quickly crossed the room and lifted Ianto back onto the desk.

"I like you up there" Malcolm growled and was rewarded with a breath taking smile.

"I just happen to like you anywhere!" Ianto whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Nice deflection." Malcolm snorted and then stepped around the side of the desk to activate the palm-pad hidden under papers in the bottom drawer.

Keying in the eight digit code to unlock the second set of safety measures he looked deep into Ianto's eyes and saw not even the slightest flicker of fear. The desk slid back with Ianto still primly perched on it, legs now folded like a proper secretary waiting for dictation. Malcolm smiled as he thought about what dictation he was willing to give and snorted with humour as he saw the throwing knives displayed in the top of the floor safe, all accounted for.

"How did you get it back?" Malcolm asked softly as he ran his fingers over the knives.

"Picked his pocket as he was arguing with you" Ianto muttered as he turned the page on the report.

"Picked his … wait. We were in the open while we were "Arguing" as you so politely put it darling!" Malcolm frowned. "I never saw you."

"No. Too busy measuring cocks weren't you Sir" Ianto had a red pen that he made a notation on the report with. Where did that come from? Malcolm didn't have red pens on his desk, preferring green ones to annoy his secretary and he had defiantly not seen one in Ianto's hand before.

Come to think of it, where was the paperweight, always lumped on the desk by the phone. Ugly thing he had been given by the mayor.

Ianto finally looked up at him and frowned. "What?"

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make things appear and disappear at will!" Malcolm frowned.

"You tell me, you're the magician!" Ianto snorted turning back to his report. "Or do you prefer Al Sa-Her?"

"No. I like the way you say Magician" Malcolm laughed, pulling Ianto towards him by closing the safe and swinging the desk back so Ianto's legs bracketed his body.

"Sleight of hand sir, not uncommon amongst thieves. Had quite the naughty upbringing, so I did!" Ianto looked deep into Malcolm's eyes while squeezing his thighs together.

"Stop trying to distract me you minx!" Malcolm laughed, "I'll put you over my knee by god!"

The sudden flash of excitement that crossed Ianto's face before he reverted back to character was all Malcolm needed to know and he dragged Ianto from the desk and into his lap as he fell back into his chair.

They struggled briefly but Ianto yielded as Malcolm knew he would and as Malcolm rubbed his palm over the luscious butt in his lap he couldn't help but grin at this turn of events.

Their sparing and fighting was always fierce, they bit, scratched and maimed. Who knew Ianto would like this? Oh wow! Malcolm's favourite game play. Rebecca had loved being paddled and Malcolm had always found it so erotic to warm up his lover before feeling that heat against his belly as he pushed in from behind. Oh baby.

Each slap was a gunshot, each moan from Ianto lustier than the last. When he couldn't stand it anymore Malcolm threw his naughty, naughty boy against the desk pushing Ianto down onto the surface as he fumbled to release his own throbbing cock.

Thrusting into Ianto who was so loose and wanton and Malcolm felt the heat of Ianto's butt rubbing against his belly as he thrust deeply, leaning over Ianto to hold him on the desk.

They screamed and roared their release, so soon. So soon.

As they both slithered to the floor to pool like jelly under the desk Ianto laughed into Malcolm's chest.

"What's so funny" Malcolm moaned.

"You! Here. This desk." Ianto laughed each word out as he shook in Malcolm's arms.

"Toto, tell me" Malcolm insisted, rubbing his back until he stopped convulsing with mirth.

"You sit in that chair lording it over the world, lean on that desk so you can look menacing but in the end, you are a big fluffy pussycat!" Ianto sighed.

"Did you just call me a pussy?" Malcolm mock gasped clutching at his breast.

"No, a big pussy! Like a tiger or a lion, Honest sir!" Ianto's eyes danced.

"No, you're the tiger!" Malcolm purred but was shocked to see pain in Ianto's eyes.

"No, never that. Please don't call me that" Ianto said sadly.

"Sweets? No. Hey." Malcolm kissed his button nose and looked deep into his eyes.

"I see you more like a leopard no … a panther. Sleek and silky, sneaking about in the shadows up to no good but looking so fucking gorgeous people don't realise what you are doing until you have them by the jugular." Malcolm desperately wanted to see a smile and was rewarded.

"I thought leopards don't change their spots sir" Ianto was playful again.

"No, but a panther is just one huge spot of colour is he not? Not changing, just being. You don't changes your spots my love, you simply own them!" Malcolm smiled back, "One huge black void in space and time sucking everyone into a false sense of security."

"False? I'll have you know I always were my safety belt sir!" Ianto roared slapping Malcolm's chest before bounding away.

As Malcolm ran after him they both laughed with glee. Fasten your seatbelts indeed.

I've had a hell of a few weeks. Terrible internal infection that nearly put me in hospital, my cousin's husband diagnosed with cancer (he'd died within days of said diagnosis) a funeral and negative people trying to shit on me. Ya know what? Some days you're the pidgeon but someday you'll be the statue.

Thanks to those of you who have supported me, I'm still standing! Will continue this verse yeh? Oh and Schuneko ... loved your post you gorgeous pocket rocket you "-)