Title: Private Unmasking
Author: bookwrm89
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) A Torchwood Costume Party
Rating: NC-17
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: Ok, I didn't intend to write a sequel to A Torchwood Costume Party, but after some pretty begging, the plotbunnies bit me, so here it is! This was written for baileyshoes, dr_is_in, thesnotmonster, petty_shine, and justinej! Enjoy!
Summary: Cross dressing Ianto (yes, I went there).

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Jack barely heard the whistles and cat-calls coming from the dance floor as he rushed Ianto towards the doors. His entire being was focused on the remarkable man walking next to him. He'd known Ianto had some delightful kinks...the stopwatch, the tape measure. And that he was up for just about anything Jack proposed...the red UNIT cap, naked hide & seek. But this, this was stunning. While they were waiting for the elevator, he turned to look at the younger man, reaching out to remove the black mask before examining him from head to toe. The long, black hair had a tousled look to it and was lying in soft waves around Ianto's face and over his shoulders. Removing the mask had revealed that Ianto was wearing more than just lipstick. Black kohl, soft bluish gray eye shadow and black mascara intensified his blue eyes dramatically. Ianto had shaved his sideburns and was wearing pale makeup that accentuated his features and made them appear softer and more delicate. The dark red lipstick outlined the beautiful lips and it was all Jack could do not to attack Ianto right then and there. He got another shock when he noticed the small ring piercing Ianto's right eyebrow.

"How is it possible that I didn't notice you had your eyebrow pierced?" he whispered huskily. "And do you have any other piercings that I don't know about?"

Ianto gave him a wicked smile and said, "You'll see."

Jack growled low in his throat at that and continued to examine this new look on his lover. There was a silver and black cross on a black satin ribbon encircling Ianto's neck. The black velvet neckline of the dress was gathered to suggest a hint of breasts and the illusion was accentuated by the black corset that was laced tightly up Ianto's back. Long sleeves came to a point at the wrist, with straps that were looped around the middle finger on each hand. The long fingernails were painted black and Jack shivered as he imagined Ianto raking those nails down his bare back. The short skirt was gathered to fall softly around his hips and stopped a couple of inches above his knees. Jack drew in his breath as he again looked at those long legs encased in black fishnet stockings and had a picture flash through his mind at the thought of those stocking-clad legs wrapped around his hips.

The elevator doors opened and Ianto pulled Jack inside, pushing the button for the floor their room was on before reaching out and bringing Jack into a passionate kiss. Jack maneuvered Ianto to the back of the elevator, trapping him in the corner, and groaned when Ianto used the leverage to lift his legs and wrap them around Jack's waist, grinding his groin into Jack's. Ianto's tongue delved into Jack's mouth and that's when Jack discovered another piercing that he hadn't known about. He trembled at the thought of that wicked tongue, with it's small round steel stud, trailing over his body.

The elevator dinged to let them know they were at their destination and they reluctantly broke apart, gasping for air. They walked down the hallway to the room Ianto had reserved.

"Good thing there was no one else sharing the elevator with us." Jack muttered.

"I didn't even notice," Ianto replied. "And probably wouldn't have cared even if there was. Fuck, Jack, those leather pants are intoxicating. It's a good thing you don't wear them at work, I'd never get anything done."

Jack laughed, "Leather, huh?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah. The smell of leather, sting of a whip...we should try it sometime." Jack caught his breath at that thought. Ianto Jones was just full of surprises tonight.

Ianto finally stopped and reached into the bodice of his dress to pull out a keycard and open the door. The warmth of Jack's body pressed against his back distracted him and it took a couple of tries to get the door unlocked, but at last they were inside the room. The room was dimly lit by a small lamp by the bed, but the rest was in shadow. Ianto stepped away and sat down on the side of the bed, leaning over to unbuckle the fastenings on his boots. He slipped them off and set them out of the way. Then he leaned back on his elbows to look at Jack, who was watching him from across the room. Ianto stared back, enjoying the predatory gleam in his lover's eyes.

"Well, Captain, now that you have me alone, what are you going to do with me?" He'd slipped easily back into Ceryse's low, husky voice, enjoying the way Jack's eyes darkened as a result.

"Strip," was the low voiced command.

Ianto stood up and reached around to untie the laces on his corset, loosening it enough so it fell off over his hips. He kicked it out of the way and slowly pushed the sleeves of his dress down his arms. When the sleeves were free, the dress fell to his waist. He heard Jack's sudden intake of breath when he saw Ianto's last piercing, the small tear-drop diamond catching the light and twinkling from his belly button.

"That is so fucking hot," Jack whispered.

Ianto worked the dress down over his hips and stepped out of the puddle of black velvet at his feet. His eyes never leaving Jack's, he asked, "Is there anything else you'd like for me to take off?"

Jack's breathing was fast and irregular as he shook his head. He barely heard Ianto's chuckle as he looked at the sight that had been revealed. Ianto stood before him wearing nothing except the cross necklace, the fishnet stockings, a black lacy garter belt and a matching black thong that did nothing to hide the arousal straining against the lace.

"Breathtaking," he murmured.

He stood still as Ianto stalked purposefully to where he was standing. The younger man reached for the buckle of the sword belt around Jack's waist, quickly undoing it and setting the weapon aside. Ianto pressed himself against Jack, rubbing his body suggestively against the captain, enjoying the feel of leather on lace and silk against his bare skin. He ran his hands slowly down Jack's back, pulling the billowing shirt free from the waistband of the leather pants. He pulled the shirt off over Jack's head, dragging his nails along the bared skin and reveling in the fine tremors he felt beneath the other man's skin. Still trailing his nails up and down Jack's back, he moved his mouth next to Jack's ear and delicately drew his tongue around the outer shell before nipping playfully at the lobe and moving to the other side to repeat the process.

When Ianto started biting along the curve of his neck, Jack's control snapped. His hands grabbed Ianto's hips and pulled him closer, moving to clutch and massage the ass that was covered with just two narrow straps of lace. Their mouths met in a clash of lips and tongues and teeth, as if each was trying to devour the other whole. Jack moved Ianto back until his knees touched the edge of the bed and then gave him a little push so that he toppled, sprawling onto the bed with that glorious long black hair framing him. Jack's hands made quick work of the fastenings on his leather pants and he quickly peeled them off and kicked them away, moving up on the bed to straddle Ianto's hips. He leaned down to worship his lover's mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue deep inside. The feel of the thin lace barrier between their hard cocks almost sent him over the edge, but he managed to hold on. His hand moved down to caress Ianto through the lace. He slipped his hand inside and smiled when he felt the sides of the thong come apart easily, allowing him to remove the piece of clothing without disturbing the garter belt and stockings.

"Velcro? You think of everything," he muttered into Ianto's mouth.

"I certainly try to," was the breathless reply.

"Good, because I want to feel your long legs wrapped around me in those stockings while I fuck you until you scream my name so loud they hear you downstairs." Jack insisted.

Ianto replied by reaching for the bedside table and handing Jack the lube that he'd placed there earlier. Unscrewing the lid, Jack quickly squeezed a generous amount onto his hand, reaching down to prepare Ianto and himself for what was to come. Positioning himself at Ianto's opening, he looked down into the fathomless blue eyes of the man beneath him.

"Now, Jack," Ianto demanded. He moaned as Jack obeyed and thrust deeply into his body. As Jack continued to thrust himself into Ianto's welcoming body, he felt the younger man's legs wrap around his hips. Reaching down, he took Ianto's cock into his hand and worked it in time with his own thrusts. He felt Ianto's fingernails bite into his back, a steady stream of Welsh accompanying the gasps and moans coming from the man under him.

"Fuck, Jack. Yes, harder...God, I love the feel of your cock inside me. Faster...yes...oh god, yes!"

Ianto came in a blinding orgasm, screaming Jack's name. Watching him come undone like that sent Jack over the edge and with one last thrust, he spilled deep inside, calling out Ianto's name. Collapsing onto the bed, Jack pulled the Welshman into his arms and gave him a hard, breathless kiss.

"God, Ianto, that was incredible. You never cease to amaze me."

The younger man rolled over and pinned Jack underneath of him, giving him a sultry look, "Captain, you don't think we're done yet, do you?" Ceryse's husky voice asked. "The night is just getting started..."

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The party downstairs started breaking up around 2:00 am, until finally just a small group of people were left. The Princess and the Court Jester, the Elf Queen and the Grim Reaper. They were discussing the disappearance of two of their party when the Grim Reaper said, "I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WOULDN'T BE BACK DOWN TONIGHT. ONCE CERYSE GETS HER CLAWS INTO YOU, SHE DOESN'T LET GO UNTIL MORNING."

Noticing the shocked looks on the other's faces, he said, "WHAT? IT'S NOT LIKE I KNOW FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE!" Then he walked away, with a small smile playing about his lips.

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Next story in series - Meet Ceryse...She's Welsh.