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"Here you go." Ianto blinked as Malcolm offered him a mug of hot chocolate; he'd gotten so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized he'd gotten up. "Thought you could use the pick-me-up."
"Thanks." he smiled warmly, accepting the mug, and took a small sip.
The sweet, rich chocolate felt like heaven on his tongue, and he moaned softly. "This is wonderful"
The safe house was one of Malcolm's less preferred but also one of the hardest to find. When he had finally found Ianto, huddled behind the dumpster in the underground car park of his building covered in blood and almost hypothermic he had laid his questions aside.
The smashed windows of the penthouse had told him even before he looks at the security footage that his kitty had fought with all his might against whoever had broken in.
The way his trembling hands had stroked his face and body also told him that he had been the target, not Ianto.
He would review the security footage later, get reports from his men. For now, all he wanted to do was stop those hands delicate from shaking.
It tore his heart out to see his little sweetling so terrified and he knew their death would be all the slower for it when the time came for revenge.
For tonight though, he wanted to soothe.
"What are you doing?" Ianto squeaked as Malcolm pulled one of his feet into his lap.
"Just helping you relax." He pressed the pad of his thumb into the ball of his foot, and Ianto let out a sigh. "You've had a long day."
"Jesus." He put the mug down on the coffee table, not trusting himself to hold it. "I guess I can't complain."
Ianto leaned his head back and watched him, with eyes half closing. His foot massage was sending tingles up and down Ianto's body, some of them to places that he was pretty sure had nothing to do with the actual massage.
"Does that feel good?" Malcolm shifted his thumb toward his arch, and he rewarded him with a groan, pressing his foot firmly into his touch. The glint was back in his eye again, but his ministrations felt too good for him to care right now.
"Yes." The word came out on a breathy sigh. "Please don't stop."
Malcolm knew he should stop, should pull his foot out of his lap and pick up the remote again. But he'd stopped in his tracks when he'd uttered that moan after tasting the hot chocolate.
He'd never heard such a sexy, throaty sound in his life and he'd wanted to make him do it again.
As he continued massaging Ianto's foot, rubbing both thumbs in concentric circles, he wondered if he really knew how sexy he was, leaning back against the couch cushions as he stared at him with those heavily lidded eyes.
His cheeks were nicely flushed, his lips dewy and slightly parted, and his chest was rising and falling a little more rapidly than normal. He savoured each and every groan of encouragement from him, but his cock was hard steel trying to break free from the suit trousers, and he knew massaging his foot wasn't going to be enough.
Still pressing one of his thumbs into his foot, Malcolm slowly slid his other hand up his calf until he was cupping the back of Ianto's knee.
Ianto started a bit at the motion but didn't protest, so he tightened his grip and pulled him forward until the edge of Ianto's bottom was flush against his thigh.
"What are you doing?" Ianto's voice was breathless but free of true question, and it only stroked his arousal more.
"Enjoying you." He lifted one of those legs and began pressing open-mouthed kisses along the outside of the thigh. "You have gorgeous legs."
He nibbled the area of skin right beneath the hem of Ianto's short nightshirt pushed the cotton higher to expose more of him. He should definitely stop here.
"Shh." He pressed a kiss into his hair. "It'll be alright. Do you want to sleep now?"
Ianto nodded against his chest.
Malcolm scooped him up into his arms and carried him to the bed. He laid him down gently then had to pry Ianto's hands off his arms long enough to close the bedroom door, reassuring him over and over that he'd be back.
Once he'd secured it, double-checking the windows for good measure as well, he slid into bed beside him and pulled Ianto back flush against his chest, spooning him.
"You're safe, I'm safe" he murmured into his ear, trying to soothe him by stroking his hand up and down his side. His hand travelled the dips and valleys of Ianto's body, and he did his best to try not to get distracted by those curves.
It wasn't exactly difficult; he was shaking like a leaf again, not a trace of arousal scenting the air around them. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."
"I just don't want him to come back," Ianto whispered. "What if he comes back for you my Cariad?"
He continued stroking him until he finally fell asleep, then buried his nose into the crook of his neck and did the same.
Ianto woke, still snug in the cradle of Malcolm's arms. The digital readout of the alarm clock by the bed told him it was only 3am, and that he should close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Instead, he looked down at the broad forearm slung across his abdomen, cradling him tightly against Malcolm's rock-hard chest. The smooth skin covering his torso teased his spine, and he could feel the grooves of his six-pack outlined against his lower back.
One of his muscular legs was tossed over Ianto's leg, the other one wedged snugly between them.
As always.
Something hard and insistent pressed against his bottom then and closing his eyes, Ianto tried to go back to sleep, but Malcolm's cock had settled right on top of the crack between his cheeks, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Before he had time to think better of it, he reached back with his right hand and closed his fingers around his shaft. Malcolm's response was instant. He groaned and pulled him more firmly against him, his fingers sliding down toward Ianto's crotch.
Ianto's breathing quickened; he could smell his arousal now, rich and pungent and earthy. Ianto started moving his hand up and down, keeping the motion slow as he explored the texture of his cock with his fingers. It always amazed him.
"Is it time to get up already?" Malcolm murmured in his ear, his voice heavy with sleep.
Ianto chuckled a little, starting to withdraw his fingers. "No, it's still early. You can go back to sleep."
"Don't you dare stop," he growled, grabbing his hand.
He wrapped those fingers around his shaft again. Malcolm's hand slid down between his legs, his long fingers pressing against Ianto's dick.
Ianto gasped, pleasure involuntarily tightening his grip on his throbbing cock.
Malcolm responded with another groan that made him even hotter.
Ianto could feel his boxers growing tight beneath Malcolm's fingers, and he pushed his hips more firmly into him.
Malcolm's other hand slid beneath the nightshirt to toy with his nipple, and the throbbing between his legs increased.
"Turn around," Malcolm growled, his breath teasing the shell of his ear. "I want to kiss you."
He let go of his cock and turned in his arms. Placing his hands on his shoulders, he gazed into his blue eyes, darker now that it was night.
Malcolm reached up to run the pad of his thumb across Ianto's lower lip, parting his lips slightly. Ianto flicked his tongue across the digit, watching in delight as his eyes darkened with lust.
He kissed him then, gentle at first, just brushes of his lips, then teasing with his tongue. Ianto flicked his tongue out again in response, and then suddenly his mouth was wide open and their tongues were dancing, a glorious battle for domination.
With a growl, Ianto pushed him onto his back so he could straddle his hips.
"Wait." Malcolm's hands were on his shoulders, pushing him back. "Let me look at you."
The gentle tone in his voice took off the edge on his impatience, and he sat back, studying him as well. Ianto's night vision was good, and the moonlight streaming through the blinds illuminated him nicely, dancing off the hard plane of his jaw and skittering down the ridges and valleys of muscle.
Malcolm looked at his boy. His abs were covered by a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers, which were starting to annoy him. He tugged them down, and his mouth watered as his shaft sprung free.
"Wow." he reached out, trailing a finger down a vein that ran the length of his cock. It twitched in response, making him smile. "This for me?"
"Yes Cariad, always" Ianto sighed softly.
Malcolm grinned. "Words that every man wants to hear."
He sat up then, settling his big hands on his waist and pulling him toward his mouth. Ianto shivered as he bit down gently on his hip then pulled his boxers off using his teeth.
Tossing the scrap of black silk to the side, he pushed Ianto's legs open and began licking and sucking his dick.
"Oh God," Ianto moaned, his hands grabbing for Malcolm. He rested one hand on Malcolm's shoulder, the other on his head, his fingers twining through his silky dark hair.
His mouth was doing indescribable things, sending spirals of pleasure through him.
Before he knew what he was doing, he started bucking against his mouth, incoherent cries spilling from his lips as he tried to tell him to keep going, to move his tongue faster, to suck harder. Somehow he understood and did all these things, one hand on his hip while his other hand clamped around his ass cheek, squeezing rhythmically.
"Yes!" The build up of pleasure suddenly crested and he came, shuddering against his mouth as he moaned.
He felt Malcolm's arms tighten around him, one hand caressing his lower back even as he continued to lick and tease.
Finished, Ianto let out a satisfied sigh and looked down.
Malcolm raised his head with a grin, and Ianto shivered at the glint in his eye. "It's my turn now."
Malcolm licked his lips, the taste of Ianto's spunk still fresh on his tongue as he stared up at him.
"Take off your shirt," he ordered.
Ianto smiled, white teeth gleaming in the dark, and he thought he caught a glimpse of fang.
He watched him slowly pull the shirt over his head. Uncovering his puckered nipples that practically begged for his lips.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, reaching up to caress the undersides of his small breasts.
Ianto bit down on his lower lip, eyes at half-mast, and Malcolm wondered how anyone could be so goddamn sexy. Leaning back against the pillows, he pulled Ianto to him and took one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling it against the tip of his tongue.
Ianto moaned again in response, and his cock hardened even more; he couldn't get enough of that husky, sexy sound he made when he was pleasuring him.
He continued playing with the nipples until he couldn't take it anymore and flipped him onto his back.
"Are you ready?" he asked, pumping his cock with one hand as he spread his legs with the other.
"Yes," Ianto moaned. "Please."
Those words were the sweetest music he'd ever heard. He pushed his knees closer to his chest then plunged into him, burying himself to the hilt. Ianto's arse muscles clamped down on him, so slick with lube and tight and amazing it was a wonder he didn't come right then, and he had to stop and steady himself for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Ianto stroked his face, concern in his dark eyes.
"Fine." He smiled. "Just getting used to you."
"Getting used to me?" he frowned.
Malcolm nodded, rubbing his nose against his. "I've never been inside someone who felt so good before. Each time is a new high."
He covered Ianto's mouth with his again and began rocking his hips, pushing his cock slowly in and out of him.
Ianto's knees tightened against his hips, and he groaned as his fingers dug into his ass, kneading his cheeks as he had done to him before.
He'd had some pretty good sex, but still…none of them compared to what it felt like to be inside Ianto right now.
Malcolm broke the kiss, pulling back a little so he could look at Ianto. Even in the moonlight, his eyes gleamed and his lips were swollen from his kisses. If he was an artist, he would want to paint him like this.
"I wish I had a camera."
Ianto scowled at him. "Why?"
"So I can capture you in all your foxy glory."
Ianto laughed, running a hand down his chest, past his navel, and to the juncture of his thighs. He placed two fingers on either side of his cock, presumably so he could feel him thrusting in and out. The sensation of his cock sliding against his fingers made him shudder, and Ianto smiled.
"Come for me," he whispered.
"You first," he growled, reaching down and pumping faster, tighter.
He picked up the pace and Ianto began panting faster, his breath coming in short gasps. Soon he was moaning and shuddering, his anus clamping around him as he came.
The sight and sensation was enough to finally push Malcolm over the edge.
He groaned, burying his face into Ianto's neck as he released himself into him, his entire body shuddering.
Finally Ianto slept.
Malcolm held him tight and stared into the dark.
Who had come for him?
Who had frightened his beloved?
Who was going to die!