26

Oliver was in a rare mood of jovial amusement as he watched Ianto down another glass of champagne.

He had been hesitant to invite Malcolm to the family celebration of Thea's birthday and adding Ianto's name to the invitation had been a deliberate act, hoping to see him come out of the shell he hid behind by day.

As he watched Ianto place the glass down and glare across the room of Oliver's mother, who had her hand firmly clasped around Malcolm's wrist as they argued humorously, Oliver knew the fun was going to start soon.

Ianto took a step, then tilted his head and slowly swivelled until he was looking at Oliver, who had been looking at him and Oliver gave a start of surprise as he boldly stormed across the floor.

"You invited me!" Ianto said quietly, "Why?"

Oliver loved the gentle voice and soft lit, taking a moment to think.

"Honesty? I don't know," he answered with a shrug, "I don't know you. Only know how hard you hit. I guess I wanted to see you out of your element, you know? Socially. Meet the family kind of thing."

Ianto frowned and looked over at Malcolm and Moira again, now she was plastered against his side as she whispered in his ear. To Ianto's anger, Malcolm seemed to be enjoying it.

As Thea walked up and began talking to them, the penny dropped. Of course she was happy there, she's the mom. They've fucked. He was looking at an ex. A former flame. Competition.

Ianto considered his options.

Leave? Storm off and let them have their fun only to shun Malcolm when he gets home and place him firmly in the dog house.

Go over? Pretend to be oblivious to the obvious slight and reclaim his man?

Make a scene? Embarrass Malcolm who would not have realised how the little family looked to others watching?

Malcolm placed a gentle kiss on his daughter's cheek and as Moira said something that made them all laugh, he bestowed one on her cheek as well.

No. He had a better idea.

"Music?" he asked Oliver who grunted.

"I want to dance, this place needs music" Ianto said softly and Oliver smiled, beckoning for Ianto to follow him.

As they left the patty, Ianto snagged another glass of champagne.

Oliver led him to the next room, a huge game room and he turned on some music.

Ianto considered the choice, "Boring! Come on, give me a beat."

Oliver slid another CD in and music began to fill the room. Ed Sheran's "I see fire" boomed out and Oliver leaned back to see how he would react to the strong piece.

Ianto walked out to the middle of the room and began to undulate. Oliver saw the gymnast as Ianto swung and dipped, fighting moves entwined with twists and twirls as he moved to the soulful song.

Oliver didn't hear Malcolm come in, too busy trying to look uninterested as he gaped at the lithe young man who moved like a ballet dancer/ninja.

"Beautiful, isn't he?" Malcolm asked and Oliver turned to stare at him.

""Unique" he agreed.

"Mine" Malcolm warned and Oliver snorted.

"Tell him that, he wasn't enjoying the wee display you and mum put on out there!" Oliver huffed, turning to leave. "He's had a bit to drink, tread lightly there."

Malcolm swore as he realised what had happened and slowly walked over to sooth his angry kitty.

Ianto stopped dancing when he saw him and stood with his head down looking through his lashes.

"No fighting here, this is not our home!" Malcolm warned as he noted the hands curling into fists.

"No, it's hers!" Ianto muttered, turning away.

Malcolm caught him easily and pulled him into a hug. "Friends. Moira and I are just friends, baby."

"Friends who made a baby, how did you do that then? Wrestling and it was a move to immobilise her, like a pin? And then … oops … it went off. Bloody misfires" Ianto was slurring and Malcolm realised the Oliver had underestimated how drunk Ianto was. He was sloshed.

"Let's go home, we can spar there if you want darling" Malcolm tried gentleness and managed to cajole him to the car.

Thankful for a driver and soundproof partition, Malcolm poured Ianto into the back of the limo and settled next to him.

The handful of Kitty Kat was nice, but the savage bite was not.

Shit, this was gonna hurt, Malcolm thought as Ianto tugged at his clothes with snarls intermixed with whimpers. Best let him go.

Malcolm was dragged across the seat and was roughly prepared. He was surprised as he was flipped onto his stomach, Ianto liked kisses and eye contact. Well, he was right royally pissed at him them.

Ianto forced his way in, causing Malcolm to bark with pain as the preparation had been hurried and sparse. Ianto silenced him with a snap of his hips.

As Ianto fucked him Malcolm tried to concentrate on breathing, the burn slowly turning to pleasure as Ianto hit the right spot.

Malcolm became aware of Ianto's hands around his throat as he struggled to breathe and he bucked under him, trying to get loose.

Malcolm felt a small stab of fear when Ianto laid his weight on him, trapping him further and increased his thrusting as well as hand pressure.

Malcolm forgot everything as the black he was fighting suddenly turned to bright lights.

His orgasm was explosive, screaming as he bucked and writhed.

Ianto withdrew and sat on the opposite seat as Malcolm shuddered and regained control of himself. He sat gingerly on the seat and looked at his lover.

"Kitty?" he asked softly, "You didn't come?"

"Well, it seems my coming isn't an issue as long as you get your satisfaction!" Ianto said cryptically and Malcolm sighed.

"I didn't take you to be arm candy!" Malcolm argued, "I wanted to have some time with my family, you are the biggest part of that!"

Ianto looked out the window and Malcolm palmed himself as he looked at the gorgeous nob glistening in the overhead streetlights, nestled in the dark cleft of Ianto's thighs.

Ianto started to stroke himself and he glared at Malcolm as he brought himself off, gasping and writhing as he shot his com over Malcolm's lap.

When finished, Ianto pulled is trousers up and resumed staring out the window.

Malcolm leaned back as he wondered how to fix this.

Ianto wasn't' just angry. That level of insult clearly showed he was hurt.

Damn.