Title: Strawberry body wash
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Series: 1) Watching
A/N: I really like dressing Ianto up as a girl, it works for me because he’s so pretty and softer than Owen.
Summary: Sequel to Watching in which Owen discovers Ianto’s secret and discovers he likes it. They continue their relationship.

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The bathroom smelled of strawberry body wash as Owen watched Ianto become Elaine. The pouch and knickers had smoothed out his groin and the bra pushed up breast tissue to create the illusion of smooth cleavage thanks to the waxing Owen had done to his chest earlier. He slipped on the waist nipper and turned so Owen could cinch him into it.

Owen’s fingers tightened the lacing and caressed the flesh that pressed between the laces. Owen sat back down on the toilet and watched as Ianto rolled stockings over his freshly waxed legs. He placed one foot in Owen’s lap pressing against the straining erection and let Owen attach the garter belt to the stocking top. Owen groaned when Ianto flexed his toes before changing feet.

Owen zipped him slowly into his evening dress and settled everything in place. He fixed his wig into place and then reached for his makeup bag. Owen grabbed him and kissed him hard.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Owen said, “I’ll see you later tonight Ianto.”

After the makeup was carefully applied Elaine gave Owen a quick kiss on the lips so as not to smear her lipstick. “You better finish getting dressed,” she said to him, “our reservations are for nine.”

Once Owen had thrown a suit on he carried Elaine’s shoes out to the living room and knelt in front of her. It was the high heeled red pumps that had brought them together in the first place and Owen always buckled them on for her.

Elaine pressed each foot into Owen’s groin as reward, feeling the hardness swell under her toes. Luckily for Owen he preferred looser fitting pants.

Owen had been dating Elaine for several months now and fucking Ianto for just as long. They were both more than happy with the arrangement, both getting what they wanted and making their working relationship much easier.

Only once had Ianto worn Elaine’s knickers to the Hub and Owen had drilled him into the backseat of the SUV when he found out.

They made an interesting couple on the town. Most of their haunts were very much aware of what was going on and nobody minded except for the few that tried to horn in on the game. Neither cared about the attention, both found it added an extra dimension to the night, but Owen wasn’t very good at sharing and they always went home together.

It was cocktail night at their favourite restaurant and it didn’t take Elaine long to get a little tipsy. Owen wasn’t too drunk, he preferred to be able to perform at his best later, but he loved the way Elaine looked all flushed from the alcohol.

A tall dark haired man was watching them from the bar and Owen noticed Elaine was paying him a little extra attention. It was the resemblance to a certain Captain Owen was sure, hell it was the reason he’d noticed. They’d talked about it before, bringing someone else into the relationship, but there really was only one they both wanted and the man at the bar was only a pale facsimile of the Captain.

Owen watched them flirt across the room and then deliberately leaned over to kiss Elaine, the challenge in his gaze obvious to the man who shrugged and turned away with a smile.

“Possessive,” Elaine said huskily when he broke the kiss.

“For you darling, always,” Owen replied.

They finished their meals and decided to wander home via the docks. It was a nice night and they both were content to enjoy the moment despite Owen’s raging erection.

A low growl interrupted their peace. “Not now,” Owen said in frustration, “it's been such a nice evening.”

A Weevil loped out of the darkness and lunged at Elaine without warning. Owen pulled Elaine out of the way and pulled his gun.

“You brought a gun on our date?” Elaine said.

“Of course I bloody did,” Owen growled, “we’re trouble magnets if you hadn’t noticed.”

“You can’t shoot it.”

“Yes I bloody can.” Owen bared his teeth at the Weevil which moaned and swung its head.

Elaine took the opportunity to clobber it around the side of the head with one of her high heel pumps. The heel impacted hard and the Weevil dropped.

“Tell me you didn’t break it,” Owen said and Elaine rolled her eyes. “They’re my favourite pair,” Owen protested.

Twenty minutes later they staggered into Ianto’s flat. They had dragged the Weevil back to the Hub, but Owen had to take it inside since they didn’t want anyone seeing Elaine. Then he’d had to run the gambit of teasing from Gwen about being out on a date and dressing up.

The blow had broken the heel of her shoe so Elaine had to limp all the way home and ruin a pair of good stockings.

Owen however had not lost sight of the goal of the night. He sat Elaine down and removed her stockings, rubbing her feet until she started to relax. Mournfully he put the damaged shoe to one side, hopeful that a good cobbler could save them.

Elaine stood and slipped out of her dress and Owen led her into the bathroom. The wig was removed and Owen carefully wiped off her makeup to reveal Ianto again. Then as Ianto cleaned off the spirit gum that kept the wig in place, Owen sank to his knees and pulled Ianto’s cock free of its restraints.

Ianto loved Owen’s blow jobs, they were sloppy and hot and sometimes there were teeth involved, but only in a way they both enjoyed. Owen did everything with passion and finding out they had a mutual liking for Ianto cross-dressing had been a bigger turn on than either had expected.

For all that Owen much preferred to fuck Ianto. Or be fucked by him, Owen was surprisingly easy about who topped.

Before he flooded Owen’s mouth with cum Ianto pulled back and dragged Owen to the bedroom. One glance and it was agreed without words that Owen was going to get fucked first.

They had dispensed with condoms after Owen had cleared them both of any problems so it didn’t take long to strip completely and get ready. Ianto loved to watch Owen prep almost as much as he liked Owen’s blow jobs. Owen’s face was seldom as suffused with pleasure as with that first breaching, kneeling above Ianto, his lean body stretched and defined.

Of course the moment he grasped Ianto’s cock and lined it up was pretty amazing too. The combination of the heat and grip of Owen’s arse with the completely open expression on his face was something Ianto never tired of.

Owen had never expected to become fascinated with a person, a face, again. He’d loved to watch Katie’s face in all sorts of situations especially intimate ones. After Katie died he’d started closing his eyes, but Ianto was still a mystery to him in many ways and he couldn’t get enough of learning the little signs on the normally impassive face.

Ianto’s hands rested lightly on Owen’s hips, not controlling the action just content to hold on as Owen rode him slowly. He still had nail polish on his fingernails, the bridal blush tint he’d carefully applied and matching his toenails that Owen had painted with intense concentration.

Finally Owen cracked and sped up his movements, driving onto Ianto’s cock. Ianto wrapped one pink-tipped hand around Owen’s cock and pumped in time with Owen’s movements.

Ianto orgasmed first, already primed from Owen’s blow job. Owen watched the pleasure ripple over Ianto’s face and that was enough for him to follow Ianto over, his release splattering over Ianto’s chest.

Owen had learnt to indulge Ianto’s need for cleanliness and always had wipes in the drawer to clean up afterwards, and he was willing to admit it was much nicer not having to get out of bed.

They both fell asleep quickly; curled up facing each other fingertips touching as if they were both afraid it wasn’t real.

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