ENJOY!

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The next three days where a whirl wind of tantrums, nightmares, and sweet, sweet sex. Ianto had horrible nightmares and Malcolm discovered, a nice slow fuck, was the only thing that seemed to calm and reassure his terrified lover. It was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. Though it made Elena's job harder, always changing the sheets. He'd discovered this little plot twist, quite by accident actually. The nightmares were happening so frequently, he was at his end, ready to snap. Jones decided he could make Malcolm 'better', the older Merlyn, didn't have it in him, to object. After sex, Ianto went near hours without a nightmare. Having an idea he initiated sex and took his time, turning his lover into, a sated puddle of goo. The younger man then proceeded to, sleep late into the morning, dream free. The next night, it was the first thing they tried.

Malcolm had felt so bad about what had happened that day, both his outburst and Ianto's death(s). He had decided to give his charge one, ok, a few, of his gifts, a bit early. He'd get more later. After all what was the point of a gold card, with unlimited credit, if one didn't use it?

Jones; looked at the giant and colorfully wrapped boxes, with wonder. His eyes, wide as saucers. "F-for A-ant-to?" He asked disbelievingly, pointing at himself, to be sure.

"Yes you, my little scamp, go on sweet boy, open them!" The older Merlyn urged, with a smile.

There was a sudden flurry of paper, a nauseatingly pink bow even landed in his coffee mug… He arched a brow and set the drink down. A twister named Ianto was currently, quite happily, trashing his living room. Apparently, he should have explained, that one normally opened, one gift at a time, oops. Jones was sitting in a circle of video game consoles, each with at least 3 games, attached to them. He and Best Buy, were besties for life! Barely a blink of an eye later; he was on his back. Very excited and so thankful hands, were trying desperately, to get his trousers off. Meanwhile; a very talented tongue, was searching, every corner of his mouth. I think it was safe to say; Ianto liked his gifts.

He recovered his wits quickly. "Easy Jamil waladi." Malcolm chided as Jones kissed down his chest, in a frantic bid to reach, what he'd managed to uncover. When his younger lover swallowed his cock, he was lost, digging his hands in the carpet beneath him.

Ianto hummed, sucked, and slurped with glee. Love shining in his eyes; as he drained his lover of every drop, the older man, had to give.

~AICHM~

Ianto had clapped with glee when the older Merlyn had helped him set up everything. Ferreting away to a corner to send a text. He had to alert, his peeps. Little did he know; it was an emergency cell phone. Gotten after the jail incident, to prevent those kinds of things from happening, again. True it would reach everyone, Jones cared to alert, but they would misinterpret it as an emergency.

Malcolm suddenly, got a slew of frantic calls. First from Tommy and Laurel, then Oliver, even Felicity then Diggle, called. He was confused, assuring them, that Ianto was fine, right in front of him in fact. The older Merlyn couldn't figure out; why his charge wasn't playing, any of his games.

Ianto had changed into his best PJ's. He even wore the wolf slippers that barked, 'Who Let the Dogs Out', as you walked. The younger man, watched the clock like a hawk, every so often he would pick up a disk case, read it, then place it reverently, back in its pile. He'd even gone so far, as sorting the piles, according to their genre. Racing, shooting, silly, role play, and even a miscellaneous pile had appeared. This was all well and good, but as each minute ticked by, his beautiful boy's mood grew darker. Finally as the clock chimed a new hour, everything just turned foul, like the older man hadn't expected. A case flew past his head and he lowered his paper, to see Ianto stomp off, in a huff of tears, muttering. "My sweet? What's wrong?" Malcolm called, following the pajama trail. He found Ianto in a lump, under the covers. Naked, save for boxers, fretfully and yet angrily chewing on a silk tie. "Jamil waladi?"

"T-they n-n-no l-like A-a-anto."

"What? Of course we like you."

"A-asked…n-n-no c-come…N-no l-like A-anto."

Oh shit, that's why! Malcolm guessed no one had even seen the message. They'd gotten the alert and immediately called him. It was what they were supposed to do, but still. Crap and double crap! He had a mass text to send. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

AICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHMAICHM

Only the promise of hot chocolate in his C3PO mug, coaxed Ianto from the bed and back into his PJ'S. Currently he was sulking in the living room. Refusing to go into the game room, on principle. The doorbell rang and though Malcolm saw him perk up, he stayed still.

The older Merlyn opened the door and there stood team 'Arrow' and Tommy with Laurel. All dressed in their best lounge wear and carrying various drinks and goodies. Suddenly a 'ruff ,ruff, ruff, ruuuff, ruff' sounded in the distance.

"Hey buddy, sorry we missed the text, we'll need to check your phone, but we're here and ready for an all-nighter!" Oliver smiled and everyone nodded in emphatic agreement.

Ianto's eyes went wide and his face split into a grin as Malcolm moved to let them pass.

No one was saying it, but a 30 something man with the mind of a 10 yr old might be the best they were getting for a while. The further assaults and unplanned deaths had really shaken the young man. The older Merlyn wondered if Ianto would ever get his memory back. Then again, did it matter? Either way this group of people had come to love and care for Ianto, that's what mattered.

Fin...

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Please join me for the sequel. Called: I Am His and He is Mine!

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