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Reconciliation	By : sein_Henker Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 2967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Reconciliation

Summary: Jack comes home to his four submissives after The Year That Never Was, but they're upset and, consequently, unusually disobedient. Jack's got his work cut out for him in getting things back to normal. (Fivesome fic.)

Rating: AO

Word Count: 23,913

Other Chapters: One Two Three Four Five

Disclaimer: The British Broadcasting Corporation owns Torchwood and all related characters, settings, and trademarks. I do not profit in any way from this material.

Pairings: Gwen/Ianto/Jack/Owen/Tosh, (in the order that they appear explicitly:) Jack/Gwen, Jack/Tosh, Owen/Tosh (Jack/Owen/Tosh), Tosh/Gwen (Jack/Tosh/Gwen), Jack/Gwen (Owen/Jack/Gwen), Ianto/Gwen (Jack/Ianto/Gwen), Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen, Gwen/Tosh (Jack/Gwen/Tosh), Tosh/Jack, Jack/Owen, (mentioned:) Jack/Doctor, Jack/Rhys, John/Jack

Contains:BDSM, polygamy, open relationships, barebacking, blowjobs, fingering, PIV, mild spanking, voyeurism, pinning, exhibitionism, masturbation, spanking, collars, cunnilingus, anal sex, handjob, flogging, anal fingering

Warnings: mentions of major character death, references to internment camps, non-lethal shooting, boundary pushing, accidental barebacking, vague references to torture
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Word Count: 4761

Explicit Pairings: Jack/Tosh, Owen/Tosh (Jack/Owen/Tosh),

Contains: PIV sex, references to spanking, voyeurism

Warnings: references to internment camps, non-lethal shooting
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It was easy to sneak up on Tosh while she was working. Whenever she had new items of technology to play with, she immersed herself in them and it usually took something loud to snap her out of it. Jack usually didn't want to snap her out of it, though. Tosh and Owen both got this beautiful, brilliant look in their eyes when they were staring at impossible alien technology or unimaginable alien biology, and they glowed. They were brilliant and passionate and Jack could get himself hard just thinking about it.
Today was different. He sneaked up on her. He broke her concentration immediately by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her backwards into him, and planting a kiss on her neck. She jumped, then realized who he was and what he was doing and relaxed.
"Jack..." she said quietly, leaning back against him.
"I wanted to talk to you," he softly. "I think I owe you an apology."
"I think everyone feels you owe them an apology," she said, just a little bit less softly. She didn't pull away from him, though. That was good.
"I'll start with you," Jack said. "I promised I'd protect you and I didn't." He sighed and held her tighter. "I never would have forgiven myself if UNIT had come after you."
"Well," she said, just a little bit mischievously, "That would have been a comfort while I was rotting away in my cell."
"I would have rescued you," Jack said.
"What if they didn't just let you take me this time?"
"You think that would stop me?"
She laughed and shook her head.
"Anyway," Jack said, "I guess it doesn't matter. You took care of yourself."
"Of course I did."
"Of course you did," he said. "But I can still be proud of you even if I'm not surprised, can't I?"
"Proud of me?"
He kissed her head. "And a little bit afraid. I think I've made a terrible mistake. I let my subs realize they don't need me."
She put her hand on his wrist and squeezed. "Or you made us realize how much we do."
"Naw," he said. "You held this entire city down for three months while I was gone. Four people against an open rift in space and time. That's not easy."
"And what about you?" she asked, stepping away from him now and turning around. He kept his hands on her waist and she put hers on his and looked into his eyes. "We got your voicemails, you know. Listened to them on the train home."
"I'm sorry about those," Jack said. He'd left them all several angry voicemails before the Master told them they were on another continent. Those probably hadn't been particularly nice welcome home presents. "I was under a lot of stress and I didn't realize that you were all out of service."
"You said that the world was literally ending."
"And that was the cause of a lot of my stress."
"Well... Is everything alright?"
"Is the world still here?"
She cracked a smile but when she looked back up at him, her eyes were serious. "Are we really setting the bar for 'everything's alright' that low?"
He shrugged. "Compared to the alternative? Everything is fine." He stroked her face and kissed her lips. "I'm just really glad you're all okay."
"And we're all really glad to have you back." She leaned in and kissed him, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He held her close and snogged her the way he'd wanted to on so many long, painful nights on the Valiant. She was the oldest and the first of his subs and his team. She didn't always get as much attention as the others, because she wasn't nearly as troublesome, but he loved her as dearly as he loved any of them and he hoped she knew that.
His hands moved lower, to her thighs, and then under the hem of her dress. His hand ran up along his thigh and touched lace. He was a little bit disappointed, but he supposed it was for the best. This was Torchwood. For all she knew, she was going to have to climb a fence later today. Besides, Jack didn't really mind having to take her knickers off...
She met his eyes and smirked.
"Come in the meeting room?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes at the pun, but smiled and moved to the meeting room with him. As soon as he'd shut the door behind them, she undid his trousers for him. They were both over-eager. He had a year-long dry spell to make up for and she only wore dresses when she wanted someone's attention, and this one was short and low-cut and seemed to want extra attention. Jack was arrogant enough to assume she wanted hisattention, and she was certainly accepting it, either way.
He reached up under he dress again and tugged her knickers down to her knees, and she pushed and kicked them the rest of the way off. Jack pushed his own trousers and pants off and didn't even bother with his shirt or shoes. He grabbed her arm and led her over to his usual chair, and he sat down. Without needing to be told to, she climbed on top of him, spread her legs, and fucked herself on his erect cock.
She gripped the arms of his chair to help herself balance and she rode him, thrusting her hips and rubbing her clitoris against him. He laid back and let her take control, pleasuring them both. As she got into a nice little rhythm, he leaned forward and kissed her again. He loved this: his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy, penetrating her from two holes at once. She loved it too, and she moaned hungrily and took her pleasure in rough ways that Gwen wouldn't dare to. Jack ran a hand down her back, across the curves and over her arse. He pinched an arse cheek and grinned when she jumped just slightly. Once she got over the shock, she smiled and kept right on going. He kissed her again.
They both heard the door open, but neither of them much cared. It wasn't until Owen actually spoke that Tosh froze. "Oh. I, uh... I didn't realize."
Tosh wasn't facing Owen. Jack was. They probably looked almost presentable, from Owen's angle. Tosh's dress was shielding the most inappropriate parts of both their bodies from view, and as soon as he'd spoken, Tosh had stopped moving. With enough imagination, they were just a woman in a dress and a man in very short shorts, innocently snogging in the meeting room. Owen was not particularly imaginative, though, and he blinked hard in a way that indicated that he wasn't sure he wanted to be. Tosh's lacy knickers and Jack's trousers were clearly visible right by the door, and he looked from them to Tosh and Jack, and then he pointed to a pile of papers near his own favourite seat.
"Left those in here," he said, grabbing them. "Didn't realize the room was occupied. Sorry."
Jack smirked at Owen, but Owen glared back, then turned quickly and left before Jack could make any quick decisions and bark out any orders Owen didn't want to follow.
Jack and Tosh looked at each other for a minute, and Jack smiled. "Any particular reason you stopped when he spoke?"
"Sorry!" she said, thrusting her hips again, and Jack had to moan quickly before he clarified:
"You're not in trouble! It was an honest question."
She didn't stop thrusting onto him, but she did relax slightly. She glanced away from him and blushed, and shrugged slightly.
"Toshiko..." he said, lightly but with a just a small warning in his voice. He cupped her face and made her look at him again, then he kissed her gently. "There's no chance that you didn't hear him come in, so I'm guessing you wouldn't have minded if it had been Ianto or Gwen."
She nodded, seeming to feel like she was on slightly firmer ground now. "I thought it was Ianto," she said. It was a fair assumption. It was Ianto's job to tidy up this room and have it ready whenever they needed it, so he was usually the only one who went in here unless Jack called a meeting.
"You stopped for Owen," Jack said. "Since when are you embarrassed in front of Owen?" She'd fucked Owen before, of course. They'd both been Jack's submissives for a very long time, and Jack enjoyed having them play together. She was reacting a bit more shyly than usual, though. Was that caused by newly discovered feelings, or was she just a bit out of practice as a sub?
All signs pointed to the former, and her shy shrug was all the confirmation Jack needed.
He smirked at her. "Do you want him?"
She thrust harder, getting him deep inside of her. They both grunted. "Are you offering?" she asked.
He took a deep breath. It was a struggle to keep his breathing even enough to properly have this conversation with her still riding him, but he was doing his best, and so was she. "I'm asking how you'd feel about me ordering you to," he said. "It could be helpful."
She batted her eyes a few times. "Aren't I always helpful, Jack?"
"Don't get cocky," Jack said, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her. "You've had as many bad days as the others. Answer the question."
She thrust her hips hard again. "As a matter of fact," she said, "Yeah. I do..." She blinked hard and shook her head. "Well, I mean, it's not like Ifancy him, but I do want him."
"Excellent," Jack grunted, and said no more on the subject, for now.
She was fast and rough. Her thrusts quickened but remained just as hard, and Jack had her cleavage in his face and her thighs and arse cheeks to occupy his hands. He tried to distract her as little as possible. It was difficult to tell by the way she was rubbing him when she was going to come, but he felt his own release building and he didn't warn her about it. He came hard into her and let out a moan that was nearly a scream, and she kept rubbing against him quickly until she stopped and moaned as she came around him too.
Her orgasm clearly wasn't as powerful as Jack would have preferred, but they had another try to correct that.
He kissed her again, then rested his forehead against hers. "Good girl," he breathed. "Now, about Owen... Let me help you out of that dress." She climbed off of him and he grabbed the bottom of it and lifted it over her head, turning it inside out in the process. He dropped it on the floor and looked from her naked body to the table, then nodded.
It wasn't quite naked, though. As she climbed up there, he noticed that she was wearing nipple tape. He smirked, and she noticed where he was looking and braced herself. He walked up to her and got his thumbnail under the edge of one, then met her eyes. "Fast or slow?"
"Fast," she said, and she sucked in a breath and jumped at the end because he'd torn the first one off before she'd finished. He got the second one just as quickly, but she seemed truly ready for that one, so she hardly reacted.
"You can rest however you like for now," he said as he put the tape down somewhere out of the way. If they were lucky, the adhesive would up, and if not they could do the trick with scotch tape. Or nothing at all. Jack didn't think anyone would mind that. "But I'm going to want you on your knees facing the door when Owen gets in here." He snatched his communicator up from the floor and got in touch with Owen as soon as he'd put it back on. "Owen! Into the meeting room, please."
The technology was silent for several seconds, but Jack could almost hear Owen's grumbling anyway.
"Owen?" he said.
"I'm coming," Owen said, though clinched teeth.
"Soon you will be," Jack said. He turned back to Tosh and smiled, and she shifted so that she was up on her knees. Jack motioned for her to spread her legs, and she did it.
"Will I have to hold this for long?" she asked, trying hard to sound only casually interested, but Jack knew that position could be rough on the knees and he knew her well enough to know when she was genuinely dispassionate about something.
Jack shook his head. "I just want him to have the best view when he gets in here. You can shift around after that, if you like."
She blushed and looked down, and Jack smiled at her. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," she said, but she shut her eyes a second later as they heard the doorknob turn.
Owen froze in the doorway where he stood as soon as he took Tosh in. He'd clearly expected to find Jack alone.
Jack smirked. "Owen, strip. Tosh, at ease."
Owen obeyed him quickly, if a bit aggressively. Tosh sat down on her ankles, still with her legs spread, and Owen continued to take her in as he tried to find the quickest possible way out of a lab-coat and full outfit. Once he was naked, he looked ready to leap right up onto the table with Tosh, but Jack put a hand on his chest and stopped him.
Jack looked him in the eyes, then kissed him just a little bit roughly. When Jack broke the kiss, he nodded to Tosh. "Get up there and play with her."
Owen turned toward her, then froze for a second, bent down, and fished a condom out of the pocket of his lab coat.
"When did you start carrying those around in your uniform?"
Owen rolled his eyes. "I knew what it meant when you called me up here, Jack."
Jack shrugged. "If the two of you want it..." Wearing a condom was, in the context of their relationship, essentially a confession to having sex outside of the group. Jack didn't care. Owen was allowed to have sex outside of the group, and though Jack preferred to be informed of these things, it wasn't required and he could hardly blame Owen for not feeling like there'd been a good time to mention it since Jack got back, or even just not wanting to mention it. They had futuristic technology around the base that could cure any STD they were likely to get in this time, and Jack was physically incapable of keeping or transmitting STDs, but nobody wanted to be the person who infected someone else, even temporarily. If Owen thought a condom would be smart, Jack was certainly not going to object, especially when it was Tosh's health that was in question rather than his own.
Owen pulled the condom on and climbed onto the table. Tosh turned slightly, and he took her in his arms and kissed her slowly and gently. She threw her arms around him, and they held each other close and Jack watched with immense pleasure as they traded off slipping their tongues into each other's mouths. Owen's left hand moved down Tosh's back in a smooth and slow caress, and his fingers curled around her arse cheek and continued to run down, toward the hole. Even though she and Jack had fucked vaginally, that whole area of her body was slick enough with bodily fluids that he'd be able to work a finger in painlessly, if that was what he was thinking of doing.
It didn't matter. The first time he applied the slightest bit of pressure over her arse crack, she squirmed away from his finger and broke the kiss briefly to say "No." Owen withdrew his hand immediately, and Jack watched it as they continued snogging to make sure he didn't try it again. He didn't.
They sank down so that they were laying on the table more than sitting on it, and though Jack appreciated them escalating things without being asked to, he also needed to keep asserting his dominance. That was the point after all. Owen wasn't angry with Tosh, so he'd play with her far more gladly than he'd play with Jack, but Jack couldn't let him forget that this was about Jack. "Stop," Jack said calmly, and they froze immediately. They glanced over at Jack out of the corner of their eyes, and Owen didn't even bother to pull his tongue out of Tosh's mouth.
Jack smiled at the sight.
"Tosh, can you roll over?" Jack asked. It was phrased like a request, but they'd both understand it as an order. It was better for Jack to have them facing the same direction and Owen taking her from behind. It made their own interactions a bit less romantic, but it gave Jack a better view of both of them, and diverted their focus away from each other and toward Jack.
Owen backed off for a second and Tosh rolled over and got back up onto her knees. Owen came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and began kissing her neck and shoulders. She reached up and grabbed his shoulder, and they both moaned. Tosh shut her eyes for a minute to lose herself in the sensations as Owen's cock brushed against her cunt without entering it, but as Owen started to line himself up to thrust into her, she opened her eyes and smirked at Jack.
Owen entered her quickly, but it could hardly be said that she wasn't ready for it. Owen grunted as he moved in and out of her, and once or twice he did glance over at Jack without Jack specifically endeavoring to get his attention. This was working, then. He looked at Jack shyly, as if checking that everything was going to Jack's liking. With no hope of looking at Owen, Tosh was hardly taking her eyes off Jack, and that was just reminding Owen even more that Jack was there and that Jack was in absolute control. Perfect. Jack hardly had to do anything for his authority to be recognized and accepted. They encouraged each other.
Jack met Owen's eyes and smirked, and Owen looked away even as he kept thrusting into Tosh. It was more out of shame than rebelliousness, though, judging by the look on his face. He knew his attitude had been shit since Jack got back. He knew damn well that he deserved to be bent over Jack's knee right now, not getting off with another of Jack's submissives. But sometimes what they deserved wasn't necessarily what was best for them...
Owen moved his hand lower again, down from Tosh's waist, over her hip bone, and finally he buried his finger in the dark curls of her cunt and rubbed her, still thrusting into her hard and grunting in short intervals. She gasped, but it quickly turned to moans as he worked her in all the ways he knew she loved.
Jack was highly tempted to join them. He didn't need to fuck either of them right now, but it would be nice to touch and kiss them both a bit more. His hands had been all over Tosh's lower body already today, but now that her breasts and perky nipples were exposed and in plain view, his fingers were nearly itching to touch them. And Owen... Jack really just wanted to run his hands through Owen's hair and down Owen's back and just touch him to re-familiarize himself with Owen's body and Owen with his touches. They both needed that.
But they didn't need it right now. Jack resisted. He held back and smiled as Tosh's thighs quivered and the muscles in her abdomen shook visibly. In no time at all, she was close to coming, hard and properly this time, and so was Owen. When they finally did, it was almost in unison, and though Owen opted to shut his eyes and shout, Tosh kept hers open and locked with Jack's.
Owen pulled out of her, and they both sank back and sat on their ankles, exhausted. Jack walked over to them and kissed them both (and he couldn't resist the urge to grope Tosh as he kissed her, but she hardly seemed to mind) and when it was Owen's turn, Owen actually responded a little bit. Good boy. Jack almost praised him, but he held himself back. He was being good now. He hadn't been nearly good enough in general to start being showered in kisses and praised, no matter how much Jack had missed him.
He dismissed them. Owen threw away the condom, Tosh pulled her dress and nipple tape back on, and they all went back out into the meeting room and got some work done for about an hour until a frantic call from Andy came in telling them there was a 'blowfish-looking-thing' shut up in a first-story flat in some estate, shooting pedestrians on the street and anyone else who came near the building. He'd told police that he had two accomplices holding two humans hostage in the building. Because of the way the building was set up, there were only doors and windows on one side, and even in bullet-proof vests and helmets, police couldn't get close enough to even attempt to get into the building. The first time someone shot at the blowfish the hostages would be killed.
Jack had to admit, it was quite polite of the aliens to wait until Jack and his employees had already had their fun.
When the team arrived, they could see a blowfish in a first-story window, but his accomplices and the hostages were no where in view. Police were still there, but they were giving the whole building plenty of breathing room and seemed mostly to be focusing their efforts on keeping the rest of the city away from the building. Jack had never seen policemen so relieved to see him.
As soon as they'd arrived on the scene, Gwen started giving orders. "Owen, have your medical bag out and ready. The hostages are probably already hurt. Tosh, see if you can find a floorplan of the building. If we can get into another flat and break a wall down—"
"That is wildly unnecessary," Jack said, holding up a hand. When he had everyone's attention, he pointed at Gwen. "Stop giving orders." Then he looked at the rest of the team. "The hostages are dead, if they ever existed, and these accomplices he keeps threatening us with definitely don't exist and never did. He's acting alone, and all he wants is to create as much chaos and kill as many people as possible before he dies—"
"You don't know that!" Gwen said. She was already holding a blaster that would get through ten feet of solid concrete in five seconds.
"I do, actually," Jack said.
"How?!"
"I know this species! And I can tell just by looking at him that he's a fucking kid from a war-torn world who's lost and scared and really just trying to cause as much chaos and kill as many people as possible before he dies because it's giving him a nice little power rush."
Gwen shook her head slowly. "Jack, you can't be sure about any of that. We don't even know what time this alien is from."
"I am sure, and I'm giving the orders!"
"And if you're wrong then two people are going to die! If I'm wrong—"
"Then you've created thousands of pounds of damage and put yourself in unnecessary danger by going into a situation that I can solve on my own!"
Gwen shrugged. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"It's not a risk I'm willing to take." Jack knew the blowfish. He knew them from 140 years with Torchwood and countless encounters on shady planets before then. He knew their culture and he knew how they behaved and he'd had sex with enough of them to know on sight if one of them was an adult. He knew what this situation was and he knew what risks he was and wasn't willing to take in it, and he was already sick of fighting Gwen for control of his own team.
Gwen looked from Jack to Owen, then they both jumped out of the van.
Jack was going to fucking kill them as soon as he was done saving their lives. He'd meant to do this slowly and carefully, but Gwen and Owen had just stolen that chance from him. He jumped out of the van with his gun, aimed, and heard two gun shots, neither of which he could attribute to himself.
Then he hit the ground, clutching at his bleeding chest. Ianto was at his side in a moment, holding Jack but not saying anything and keeping mostly behind Jack. Jack breathed deeply as he felt the wound slowly stitch itself back together. Ianto watched in horror as Jack's chest pushed the bullet back out so that it could heal, but then the pain started to dull, and Jack's breathing deepened. He didn't die. That was worse, honestly. Healing from a gunshot wound was painless while he was dead, but healing while he was still alive was like having every torn centimetre of skin stitched back together with a salt-covered needle.
"Bloody Hell, Tosh," Owen said, just as Jack was regaining his ability to think about anything but his own body. "I think you got him."
Owen and Gwen were walking back toward the van slowly, not looking at Jack.
Ianto nodded at the bullet on the ground in front of Jack. "One," he said, and then he nodded up at the window, "Two. Two shots, two bullets. I don't think there's anyone else up there."
"Of course there isn't," Jack said. He tried to stand and found his knees a little shaky, but Ianto wrapped Jack's arms around his shoulders and supported Jack until he was able to steady himself. Jack dropped a quick kiss on Ianto's forehead and thanked him, and then walked over to Owen and Gwen. He looked them each over once, but just to be absolutely sure, because he hadn't really seen what had happened, he asked them: "Are either of you hurt?" He didn't hide the anger in his voice.
"No," they both said quietly.
"Van. Now." He stood still and glared at them both as they passed him, and then he turned around and grabbed both of them by the back of the neck, just in case they were in any doubt about being in trouble, and marched them back to the van a little bit faster than they otherwise would have gone. He gave them gentle but dismissive shoves toward the back seat. "Naked wrestling it is, Gwen," he whispered to her. He turned away from her before she had time to respond to him, then went to talk to Tosh and Ianto, who were standing over with a crowd of police officers.
"What happened?" Jack asked.
Tosh and Ianto looked from each other to the police officer, then back at Jack. "Well..." Ianto said, "Gwen and Owen jumped out, and that got the blowfish's attention, Tosh panicked and pulled her gun, you got out and the blowfish shot you, and Tosh shot him while his attention was on you...?"
Jack smiled at Tosh. "Quick thinking." He kissed her forehead. "Good girl."
"To be fair to them," Tosh said, "If they hadn't been trying to surprise you, they probably would have been a lot more careful about surprisinghim."
"They just didn't want anyone to get killed..." Ianto said softly.
"They were almost killed themselves," Jack said. "Don't defend them." He kissed them both on the head again, and the police officer nearest started squirming.
"Well?" Jack asked, back in his business voice.
The officer shrugged. "We've got two guys in there now. It looks like he was acting alone. So do you guys take the body, or..."
"We're not exterminators, and we really don't need another blowfish body." He sighed and looked back at Tosh and Ianto. "Come on, you two. Let's go."
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