OK... so another one then ...

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He walked into the bar feeling self-conscious in the little red number that hugged his hips and showed his pert arse off with the sequins screaming 'look at me' even as he tried to remain unassuming.

He walked to the bar, leaning against it to let that arse breathe a little as he noted his husband glancing over at him and they began their game. After the amount of time spent slithering into this birch of a dress it better be worth it and he was rewarded as his handsome man slid closer, letting his eyes openly leer at him now.

"Hi there" he finally said as he let his arm land next to his on the bar, "I have to say this night is looking up. Here I was thinking …"

"I'm waiting for someone" he said calmly, pouting and letting his lashes brush his cheeks in that way that always made his mate suck his cheeks in and narrow his eyes.

"Waiting?" the return was quick "Well hell … if you were mine you would never be kept waiting little sweetheart, not with that gorgeous arse!"

He let his eyes widen in fake shock as his husband now took the stool next to him and let his legs widen to show his … interest… the leer now almost a Jack Nicholson parody. A man approached with a hopeful look and he watched his husband register the man and they never broke eye contact as he snarled "Fuck off, she's mine!"

"Maybe the pretty lady…eeeek"

The blade to the inner thigh was sharp, as was the angry man seated with his mate and so was the tongue as the man finally got a snarled face in his personal space "If you don't fuck off right now … you never may fuck again! She. Is. Taken."

"No offence" the man spluttered off and a snort was softly hidden in a cough behind a delicate handkerchief.

"Now then my little lovely" eyes returned to him and those breasts he had spent ages positioning just so "Where were we?"

"I was waiting"

"Ah. Yes. And I believe I was leering. Right, let us resume" a waggle of eyebrows now and another cough was needed as this was more fun that he thought it would be. "Now. My name is Archie."

"Archie?"

"Archibald Ikabod" the droll sniff was so delightful, a full play mode engaged so he took a moment before replying.

"No. Not THEE Archibald Ikabod. The famous …. Vampire hunter?" he knew his husband was not ready for that and the laugher danced behind those hooded eyes as he shifted on the stool and considered the game change.

"Well … I prefer to call myself an archaeologist in natural current history" he reached out as he spoke and pated a sequined hip, "Not that you need worry my dear. I will protect you"

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"Come with me and I will keep you safe, stay at your peril. They are all around us, look at the one at the Jukebox. Clearly a bloodsucker!" he hissed so he looked over at the fat lump of lard struggling to find change in his tight jeans, this was fun.

"Are we safe?" he asked, letting his bottom lip wobble slightly.

"Let's go now … I have somewhere we can go" his husband whispered holding out his hand so the key could be seen for the upstairs room.

They ran like they were being perused, his husband even pausing to pat his pockets and remove a small gun that was clearly Imp's cap gun, slinking along the walls and motioning for him to follow closely like a movie star damsel. It was fun and the giggling was hard to hide, especially as there were some 'accidental' boob and arse grabbing and such along the way.

Finally at the room, he swung to face him, "Stay here gorgeous, I'll check it's clear."

He raced in and then popped his head back out "Clear. Come on quick before they smell your sexy arse."

Soon he was in the room, being shoved onto the bed "Sorry about this honey, gotta check you for bite marks. Might be a Familiar or something."

OK, ticklish. And very familiar ta muchly. Giggling and shrieking as the dress was removed far easier than he thought it would be, showing that his husband was a dab hand at zippers and soon the mouth latched onto his dick was far sweeter and determined than the downstairs banter had been.

"Ah Fuck" he grunted, writhing as hands pulled at the garter belt, the lovely man still partially dressed as he climbed up to look down at him with open lust.

"Yeah, fuck" he panted "I love you in that midnight blue set … did you get that from the catalogue?"

"Yeah … got pink too" he said with a cheeky grin, soon slipping as he felt something else slipping between his legs.

"Yeah? Think those midnight blue crotchless knickers will survive?" his handsome saviour hissed leaning down to kiss an earlobe and suck off the earring before carefully placing it on the night stand next to his watch.

"Oh Ianto" he sighed, feeling the bra clip release.

"Cariad" Ianto replied as he leaned down again, removing the other earring from his gorgeous frocked husband.

"You know" Jack panted as he looked up at his handsome dark clothed Vampire Hunting man "You make a fucking sexy vampire hunter."

"Yeah?" Ianto's' eyes sparkled, "Wait until Halloween … I might even be a fucking Vampire for ya!"

"Ooooo, a fucking one"! Jack laughed, seizing Ianto and rolling them over so he could grind down on him and enjoy the cries of delight.

They had both earned this Date Night, that's for sure.

Jack was now sure he was gonna dress up again.