Title: Don't Forget Me, Ceryse
Author: bookwrm89
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, past Ianto/Owen, Gwen/Rhys
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1) A Torchwood Costume Party, 2) Private Unmasking, 3) Meet Ceryse...She's Welsh, 4) London Interlude
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to the BBC & RTD. I just have fun with them once in a while.
A/N: Well, it's been awhile since I've written any Ceryse stories. I've been playing with this one since S2 ended and finally decided to go for it....
Summary: Cross dressing Ianto (yes, I went there).

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Ianto Jones entered the flat and set down the empty boxes he was carrying.  Coming back from London with Jack, he'd known he'd be packing up a flat soon, he just wished it his own and for a very different reason. 

He ran his hand through his hair and looked around Owen's flat.  Knowing he'd find nothing in the kitchen, he started packing up the living room.  Settling into the frame of mind he used while cleaning the Hub, Ianto got to work packing away the life of his fallen colleague.

Two hours later he came across something that cracked his calm reserve.  The book itself, Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett, was one he'd bought the doctor soon after the events at the Pharm.  The gift was a part of the ongoing game of friendly irritation the two played together.  It wasn't the book that instigated the tears currently tracking down Ianto's face, it was the bookmark.  A simple invitation with a witch on the front.  The invitation to Gwen and Rhys' Halloween party last year.  On the back, written in Owen's messy scrawl, was his final goodbye to Ianto Jones.

                      Don't forget me, Ceryse

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Several months earlier.....

"C'mon, Love.  It'll be good for you to get out the Hub for awhile.  Have some fun.  Meet some new people."

Ianto rolled his eyes at Gwen's last statement.  He could hear the unspoken message behind her words.  Poor pitiful Ianto, pining away for Captain Jack bloody Harkness.  He was sick of the sympathetic glances she continuously sent his way.  And Tosh's worried eyes following him around the Hub.  Hell, even Owen had stopped being a prat to him.  It was unnerving.  Maybe going to the party and having a good time would show them that he wasn't as fragile as they all thought.  He turned away from the filing cabinet and gave Gwen a smile.

"It sounds like fun, Gwen.  I'll be there."

After Gwen left him alone to continue his filing in the archives, Ianto started to think about what to wear for a costume.  Discarding several ideas as too mundane, he thought back to his life before Torchwood.  A time when he felt young and carefree.  When nothing mattered except having fun and getting laid.  He thought about the clubs he'd liked to hang out in and that's when it hit him. 

It was time to introduce Ceryse to Torchwood Three.
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A week later.....

Gwen opened the door to her flat and smiled widely at Tosh, her eyes flicking curiously to the tall woman standing next to the computer tech.

"Tosh!  Come in!   You look wonderful!"  Gwen exclaimed.  "Who is your...friend?" 

Tosh laughed at the hesitant look on Gwen's face.  "This is my good friend, Ceryse.  Ceryse, meet Gwen Cooper, a friend from work."

"It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Cooper,"  Ceryse's voice was low and husky, with a decided Welsh accent.  "I hope you don't mind my crashing your party like this?"

"Oh, not at all!  The more the merrier!"  Gwen led them into the living area towards where Rhys was serving drinks from a makeshift bar.  "Tosh, have you heard from Ianto?  He said he was coming this evening, but he isn't here yet."

Tosh and Ceryse looked at each other and burst out laughing.  Ceryse nodded her head slightly and Toshiko turned to Gwen.

"Actually, Gwen, Ianto and I came together,"  Tosh replied.

"What?  But, you brought Ceryse.  Is Ianto parking the car?"  Gwen looked confused.

"I'm right here, Gwen,"  Ianto said in his normal voice.

Gwen actually looked around the room for Ianto before her gaze settled on Ceryse.  Her eyes widened in amazement and her mouth opened and closed several times before her voice emerged.  "Ianto?"

She looked closely at the person standing in front of her.  The small cap on the long, black hair.  The flirty maid's outfit.  The fishnet stockings and high heels.  Trying to reconcile the sight in front of her to the proper Ianto Jones that she saw everyday at work.  It wasn't until she looked into the amused blue eyes and saw the familiar smirk that she finally realized it really was Ianto.

Ianto reached out and gently closed her mouth.  "Gwen, stop that.  You look like a guppy."

"I can't wait to see Owen's reaction!"  Tosh giggled in anticipation.

Gwen laughed out loud.  "I wonder how long it will take him to figure out that it's you, Ianto?"

"Twenty quid says he doesn't unless we tell him,"  Ianto snorted.

Tosh and Gwen looked at each other and replied, in unison, "No bet!"
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The party was in full swing by the time Owen arrived.  He'd stopped off for a couple of pints at a pub to see if anything (or anyone) more interesting presented itself.  After striking out rather spectacularly with a blond in a nurses uniform, he'd decided to see what opportunities presented themselves at Gwen's party.  Taking a drink of the beer Rhys had given him, he glanced around the room.  His interest engaged quickly when he saw the gorgeous bird in a maid's uniform that Tosh was talking to.  Making his way across the room, he put an arm around Tosh's shoulders and kissed her cheek.

"Good evening, Tosh.  You're looking good tonight."  He eyed up the maid standing next to Tosh.  "And who is your lovely friend?"

Tosh giggled into her drink.  "Owen, you finally made it.  This is my friend, Ceryse.  Ceryse, Dr. Owen Harper."

"Dr. Harper, how nice to finally meet you.  Tosh has told me so much about you."  Ceryse's husky voice was laced with amusement.

Owen brought Ceryse's outstretched hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the soft flesh.  He looked up into dazzling blue eyes, grinning, and said, "Ceryse, it's a pleasure to meet you.  Please call me Owen."

Tosh excused herself to go get another drink and was soon laughing with Gwen over Owen flirting with Ceryse and not realizing it was Ianto.  Owen spent the rest of the evening flirting with Ceryse, enjoying the dry wit and quick intelligence the woman displayed.  And Ianto, well, Ianto was actually enjoying being flirted with again, even if it was coming from Owen.

The end of the evening came and Tosh decided to stay at Gwen's, too tired and too drunk to drive home.  Ianto called a cab and wasn't too surprised when he was suddenly joined by Owen in the back seat.  Owen gave the driver his address and then moved in for a kiss.  He was met with a hand pushing him back into his seat.

"Owen, before you do something you'll regret in the morning, you need to know something,"  Ceryse's husky voice was serious.

"What do I need to know?"  Owen questioned.

"You need to know who you've been flirting with all evening.  You know, for a doctor you can be incredibly unobservant, Owen."  Ianto laughed at the look of confusion on the doctor's face.  "It's me, Owen...Ianto."

"Bloody fucking hell...Teaboy?!"

"Yep.  Still want that kiss?"  Ianto teased, surprised when Owen didn't answer.  He looked at the other man and saw something unexpected in his eyes.  Ianto leaned closer, reaching out a finger to trace a path over the doctor's soft lips.  "Owen?"

Owen looked into the blue eyes darkening with arousal and whispered, "I want you."

Ianto closed the distance between them, capturing Owen's lips in a bruising kiss.  Lips and tongues and teeth clashed together in a burst of passion that had both men pulling back and looking at each other in shock.  The ensuing quiet was broken by the cab pulling up in front of Owen's building.  Knowing that whatever this was wasn't finished yet, Ianto paid the driver, got out of the cab and followed Owen up to his flat.

The door closed and Ianto pushed Owen up against the wall.  "Tell me you want this, Owen."

"Fuck yes, I want this,"  Owen gasped as Ianto rubbed a stocking clad thigh against the crotch of his jeans.

Ianto kicked off his high heels before dragging Owen into another hard kiss.  He'd almost forgotten what it was like to kiss someone shorter than him.  Jack was so close to his own height....he cut off that thought the minute it crossed his mind.  He wasn't going to think about Jack tonight.  He slipped his hands under Owen's shirt, dragging his nails up and down the doctor's back.

"I want to fuck you, Owen."  Ianto growled into the other man's mouth.  "I want to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name." 

He grabbed Owen's arse and jerked him close into his own body.  Grinding his erection into the other man's groin.

Owen moaned at the feel of Ianto's cock grinding against his own.  He wanted to feel skin against skin though.  Stepping back he tore his shirt off over his head then unfastened his fly and pushed his jeans down and off.

Ianto was just as impatient, unzipping the maid costume and letting it fall to the ground.  He quickly removed the wig, stockings and briefs too.

When they were both naked, Owen grabbed Ianto's hand and pulled him into the bedroom.  Ianto pushed Owen onto the bed and quickly straddled his thighs, leaning down to bite and lick his way down Owen's neck and shoulders and across his chest.

Owen hissed as Ianto flicked his tongue across a sensitive nipple and arched up, rubbing his cock against Ianto's stomach.  Ianto chuckled and moved his mouth to the other nipple, his hand reaching between them to stroke Owen's erection.

"Condom?"  Ianto asked hoarsely.

"What, didn't come prepared, Tea-Boy?"  Owen asked, laughing at the annoyed look Ianto gave him.  "Drawer, right-hand side of the bed."

Ianto opened the drawer indicated and grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube.  Flipping the cap on the bottle, he poured a generous amount on his hand, coating his fingers before reaching down to coax the tight ring of muscle at Owen's entrance to relax.  Capturing the passionate sounds Owen was making with his own lips, Ianto quickly and throughly prepared the medic.  Sitting back on his heels, he encouraged Owen to turn over.

"I want to watch you in the reflexion on the window, Owen.  I want you to watch me,"  Ianto whispered, rolling on the condom.

"Christ, you're a kinky bastard, Ianto Jones,"  Owen panted.  "What did Harkness teach you anyway?"

Ianto laughed low in his throat, "You have no idea who I really am, Owen.  If you had a headboard, you'd be tied to it and blindfolded right now.  And leave Jack out of this, it's nothing to do with him, it's just you and me."

He guided his cock into Owen's hot channel, pausing to let the other man adjust to the intrusion.  Ianto ran his fingers from Owen's shoulders to his hips, stopping to circle around the puckered scar where his bullet had pierced the other man's skin.  When Owen started pushing back against him, Ianto started to move.  Slowly at first, but picking up speed as the other man's gasps and groans spurred him on.

"Touch yourself, Owen.  I want you to make yourself cum while I pound into your arse."

Owen took his hardened cock into his hand and started to stroke himself in time with Ianto's thrusts.  The combination of Ianto's cock pounding into him, filling him with each thrust, Ianto's hands on his hips with Ceryse's long fingernails digging into his skin and his own hand on his dick was overwhelming.  He felt the tension climbing, getting close to the edge when Ianto leaned forward and bit down hard on his shoulder.

"Fuck, Ianto!  I'm going to..."

"Yes, that's it.  Cum for me, Owen.  You feel so good, so hot and tight.  Come on, Owen, do it." Ianto encouraged breathlessly.

Owen felt his orgasm ripping through him, spilling over his hand and onto the pillows beneath him.  Ianto continued to thrust into him, drawing out his pleasure until the feeling of Owen's muscles clamping down on Ianto's cock tipped him over the edge, too.  He came buried deep inside Owen's body.

They collapsed on the bed panting and sweaty.  Ianto removed the used condom, disposing it in the small trash can by the bed.  Owen cleaned himself up with some tissues from the bed table and moved the soiled pillow onto the floor.  Pulling the covers up over them, Ianto turned towards Owen to ask a question.

"Is this going to be awkward at work for you?"

Owen chuckled, "I managed to continue working with both Suzie and Gwen after fucking them, why should this be any different?"

Ianto snorted.  "Well, for one, I'm prettier than either of them, so you may have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself.  For another, this is the only time that this will happen between us.  I have no intention of starting another doomed relationship with someone at work.  Besides, we'd kill each other in a week."

"I can handle it if you can, Tea-Boy.  Now shut up and let me sleep!"

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Ianto shook himself out of the memories, laughing through his tears.  "You bloody wanker, Owen.  Like I could forget you even if I tried to."

He wiped the rest of his tears away with a tissue from next to the bed, slipped the book and bookmark into the pocket of his suit jacket and quickly finished packing up the rest of the room.   By the time Jack arrived an hour later to help him move the boxes, there was no sign anywhere in the flat that a man named Owen Harper had lived there.  Jack took the last few boxes down to the SUV, leaving Ianto to turn out the lights and lock up.

Ianto walked to the door and took one last look around.  His voice slipped into Ceryse's low, husky tone as he said, "Goodbye, Owen Harper.  I promise I won't forget you." 

He turned out the lights and as he shut the door, he thought he heard a faint whisper of sound echoing through the hallway.

"Thanks, Tea-Boy."

fin

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