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Reconciliation	By : sein_Henker Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 2919 -:- 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: 4156

Explicit Pairings: Jack/Gwen

Contains: blowjobs, fingering, mild spanking

Warnings: mentions of major character death
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Alice hadn't punched him. That was good. She was one of the top three most likely people to, and the only one whose relationship with Jack would have allowed her to do so without consequences, so now Jack just had to survive Gwen and Owen. It was not a particularly good idea for subs to punch their Doms, but Gwen and Owen were not particularly good subs, despite the great pains Jack had gone to to train them. Jack wasn't really worried. If either of them punched him, it would end worse for them than it would for Jack, and they almost certainly both understood that.
The Doctor had dropped Jack off in Cardiff, but that had just been so that Jack could get his van. His team, his subs, were all still in the Himalayas, and by the time they got word that Saxon was insane and the mission they were on was a waste of time, got back to a Kathmandu, and then caught a plane all the way to London... Jack had at least two days. In fact, he had three days. Some casual monitoring of Torchwood's expense account let him know when the very expensive ticket exchange went through and which airline they were using, and then a quick phone call to the airline in question gave him the exact date and time that their plane was due to to land at Heathrow. Jack spent the wait time at his daughter's house, apologizing profusely for vanishing for several months and missing Steven's birthday. Alice and Steven both seemed to forgive him for it.
Jack could have taken the van to London and picked his team up at the airport, but he decided to head back to Cardiff several hours before their flight landed and beat them home instead. They'd left the base in good condition, except that they'd ransacked his bunker. One of them had, at least. Nothing had been taken, but everything had been gone through. His British passport had been pulled out of the drawer Jack kept it in and left sitting on top of his dresser. (Although he'd legally been a citizen of the United States since the 1930s, it was more of a headache than it was worth to explain his situation to the American government when the British government was so willing to work with him and provide him with inaccurate but completely legal documentation.) His driving licence was next to it. All of Jack's things had been gone through, and his blankets were wrinkled—not as if anyone had deliberately messed them up but as if a couple of people had sat down on the bed and not had years of life life in military bunkers to train them into smoothing out the blankets when they stood back up.
Jack let it go. It wasn't appropriate behaviour, from faithful employees or from good subs, but they'd probably just been looking for clues about where he'd gone. Honestly, if any of them ever vanished as suddenly as Jack had, tearing their entire apartment apart for clues would probably be the first think Jack did. The only thing in the bunker that Jack really minded them seeing were the photos of him with Alice and Steven. There weren't very many of them; there were a dozen or so from Alice's first two years of life, before she and her mother went into hiding and moved out of Cardiff, then there was a single shot from Christmas or New Years or a birthday every couple of years until Steven's birth, and then another good handful of pictures of Jack with his infant grandson, and a couple of shots of all three of them every few years going up to Steven's ninth birthday. The team definitely had seen those. They'd been carefully replaced in exactly the spot and order Jack had left them in, but there wasn't a chance that anyone on the team would have looked at everything in the room except the photos Jack kept of himself with children no one on the team had ever met. Jack didn't suppose it mattered very much. Alice hadn't said anything about Torchwood contacting her (and she definitely would have if it had happened) and Tosh wouldn't have been able to find Alice if she'd ran the pictures through their database. Jack had personally deleted any hint of Alice from Torchwood records just a few weeks after he took over the team, and he ran checks once a year or so to make sure he hadn't missed anything. (There'd been frustratingly many references to her, too. Alex had monitored Lucia until his death—which was standard for former agents, and particularly involved for those who hadn't been retconned—and even though Alice had been a year old the last time she'd been in the Torchwood base, Alex had treated her like a former agent.)
Really, though, Jack let it all go. He was not going to baby them and act like he'd fucked up after they shot him and opened the rift against his orders, but nor was he angry. He might even apologize.
Jack cleaned up his bunker and then settled down at his desk with his music up loud and the security feed for the main entrance on his screen. He waited. He sang along. He watched as his four subs shuffled into the tourist office with messy hair and bags under their eyes, looking like they were about to collapse under the weight of the Torchwood technology they all had on their backs. But they were alive. After the Year That Never Was, that was a damn good thing to see. The Master hadn't let any of them live beyond the third day.
He sang along louder, just to be sure they heard him, and watched as Ianto opened the door to the base and they all froze. Gwen looked at Owen, Tosh looked at Ianto, and both men looked at Gwen. Gwen and Owen held each other's gaze for ten long seconds, and then Ianto started to half-jog down to Jack's office. Tosh followed right at his heels. Gwen and Owen walked quickly. Once Ianto got into the main hub room of the hub, Jack didn't even have time to switch cameras before he looked up to find Ianto frozen in the doorway with Tosh looking right over his shoulder.
Jack stopped singing and turned off his music.
Gwen and Owen came into Jack's line of sight, but kept their distance.
Jack smiled. "Hi, kids," he said. "Miss me?"
Tosh dropped her bag and ran around Ianto. Jack barely had time to stand up before she threw herself into his arms.
Jack sighed with relief and grinned. It would be Tosh to come to him first, wouldn't it? His oldest and his first. His good girl. She was perfect and alive and genuinely glad to see him, and Jack really hadn't realized how much he'd needed to know that she was all of these things until he felt his own overwhelming relief at confirming them. He kissed her on the head and then looked up at Owen and Gwen. "That's one yes," he said, then he pecked Tosh on the lips and looked over at Ianto. "Any others?"
Ianto closed his eyes and then nodded.
Jack sighed. Without letting go of Tosh with his right hand, he angled his body toward Ianto and held out his left hand. "Come here. I'm not going to bite you."
Ianto put his stuff down by Tosh's and walked over to Jack slowly. He let Jack pull him into his chest, but when Jack went to kiss Ianto, Ianto turned his head away so that the kiss landed on his cheek instead. Jack froze, and Tosh sensed the change in Jack's body language and the stiffness of Ianto's and quietly wiggled out of Jack's arms.
Jack swallowed hard. He knew they'd be angry with him, but he had honestly never imagined that any of them wouldn't want him any more. "Ianto..." he said.
Ianto's hands slipped beneath his coat and clung to Jack's shirt. It was childish and confusing but absolutely not the sort of thing one does when about to break up with their Dom.
Jack sighed. He wrapped his arms around Ianto and pulled him into his chest and just held him for a moment as the other three began to unpack their bags and put away the Torchwood technology they'd brought to the mountains with them. Ianto buried his head in Jack's shoulder, and they hardly moved for several minutes until Jack heard Ianto's breathing deepen.
"Ianto?" Jack said again.
"Sir?" Ianto said into his shirt.
"Kiss me. On the lips. Closed mouth is okay."
Ianto squeezed him for a second, then leaned back. He frowned at Jack, but he did obediently press his lips to Jack's and hold them there for a second before pulling away. It wasn't particularly warm or loving, but it was a further demonstration of Ianto's willingness to obey Jack, which was very important, and it was another small step in re-establishing intimate physical contact between the two of them. Ianto didn't seem particularlyangry with Jack, but he certainly did seem a bit hurt, and Jack could understand why he might be. Ianto had lost a woman he loved in one of the most horrific ways imaginable less than a year ago, and then just when he'd started to allow himself to get attached to Jack, Jack had left him. Jack had his reasons for doing so, but Ianto also had his reasons for being wounded by it. Jack understood that, and as long as Ianto was willing to work with him, they could get through this just fine.
Jack gave him one more squeeze then let go. "Good boy," he whispered. "I've missed you."
Ianto started to say something, then he choked and changed his mind.
"Go put your toys away," Jack said.
Ianto nodded and went to grab his bag and head to the artefacts vault. Jack walked past him and headed down to the autopsy room, where Owen was sterilizing and replacing some medical equipment he'd packed for the trip.
"Did you need to use any of those?" Jack asked casually, eyeing the sharp surgical knives.
"No."
"Good," Jack said. He wondered for the briefest second just how much use they'd gotten during the Year That Never Was, before the Master had the team killed, and but he immediately shoved the thought out of his head before he choked up. They were fine. Owen was right here in front of him, fine. He'd just touched Tosh and Ianto and they were fine. He'd seen Gwen and she was fine, and he'd double-check that in a minute.
"Yup."
"You angry with me?"
"Yup."
Jack waited until he'd put the last of the knives down before he grabbed Owen by the shoulder and gently turned him around. He brought his hand to Owen's face and tilted Owen's chin up, then he kissed him, slowly, deeply, and in the most dominating way possible. He slipped his tongue into Owen's mouth, and Owen let Jack kiss him. The look he gave Jack when Jack stepped away was more a pout than a glare.
"Be good," Jack said. Owen was allowed to be angry at Jack. He wasn't allowed to act out because he was angry.
Owen shut his eyes and took a deep breath, then fixed Jack with a proper glare when he reopened his eyes. "Where the fuck were you, Jack?"
Jack shook his head. "It doesn't work like that. Be good."
Owen looked like he wanted to argue, but Jack had warned him twice now. He swallowed hard. "Can I go home now?" he said, barely opening his mouth.
"Yes," Jack said. Then, more gently, he added: "You look tired. Rest up. I'll see you in the morning."
Owen nodded and muttered what might have been a passably courteous goodbye under his breath as he walked away. Jack was willing to assume that's what it was.
Jack went back upstairs to find Gwen standing outside his office. He smiled. He'd meant to go looking for her when he was done with Owen, but if she'd come to him, maybe she wasn't quite as angry as he'd thought she would be.
She was glaring at him, though.
"Where are Tosh and Ianto?" he asked, already guessing the answer.
"I sent them home."
"And they listened to you?"
"I led the team while you were gone, Jack. They've been listening to me for months."
"Oooh," Jack said, smirking and trying to lighten the mood. "Are we going to have to have a power-struggle? I could go for a good power struggle, resolved by some naked wrestling!"
She wasn't amused. Her glare intensified. She opened her mouth and Jack held up a finger.
"Shhhh. Just for a second, don't say anything unless it's your safeword."
She closed her mouth. Jack walked over to her, cupped her face, and kissed her as deeply and possessively as he'd kissed Owen. She responded to it better than he did. The intensity was almost immediately gone from her body language. She sucked his tongue quite suggestively when he slipped it into her mouth, and for all that he knew she was angry with him, she clearly wasn't thinking about breaking up with him. She relaxed as she stepped away, and he stroked her hair and smiled.
"Come here," he said, opening his arms to her and closing the small distance between their chests. She didn't hold him or even grab him the way that Ianto had, but she rested against his chest and let him wrap his arms around her. She was alive and well and beautiful and god he'd missed her. He'd missed all of them. "I'm sorry. There. Now speak."
She sighed slowly. "Was it worth it? Leaving us for him?"
Jack sighed and kissed her forehead. "I won't do it again."
"We didn't have any idea when you'd be back."
"Nor did I." She didn't really need to know that coming back at all had not necessarily been part of the plan, originally. "But Gwen... It's been a hundred and forty years. I couldn't let that chance go." She tensed, so Jack held her even tighter. "You carried on without me. I'm proud of you for that."
"God, Jack..." she sobbed, and she brought her left hand up to his shoulder in a way that might have been meant as a slap or a shove, but only half-heartedly. It didn't hurt and she didn't even try to move away from Jack. Jack looked down at the hand, and something he'd missed before caught his eye.
"What's that?"
"What?"
He reached up with his right hand and played with the diamond on her left ring finger.
"That's an engagement ring," she said, stepping back from him now.
Jack held onto her hand. "Rhys?"
She nodded and smiled slightly. "Yeah." She squeezed his hand.
"Does this change things?"
She shut her eyes and thought about it for a second, then shook her head. "Not that he and I have discussed. I told him you'd gone and I didn't know if you were coming back, but..." She shook her head again. "I never said I'd stop if you did come back, and he never asked me to."
Jack smirked. "You should tell him that I'm back and he can still call me whenever he likes." Rhys had not, initially, been overly eager to agree to let Gwen join in on the workplace orgy. Gwen would have chosen Rhys over the rest of them, if it had come to that, and that would have been rather disappointing. So Jack dropped in for tea and made Rhys see things from Gwen's point of view. It was a much more casual relationship than what Jack had with Gwen, but it got Rhys involved and invested in their group, and Jack would be lying if he said he didn't find Rhys a bit cute.
Gwen gave a rather forced smile in return.
"You don't want anything to change?" Jack asked, to be absolutely sure.
Gwen shook her head again. "I don't, Jack. I really don't."
"Good," Jack said, smiling, "Because it's been a lot longer than you realize since I last came, all of my subs have been sent away but one, and you just sucked on my tongue. How do you think this should end?"
She worried her lower lip between her teeth and blushed, but smirked slightly.
"You sent Tosh and Ianto away. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted me all to yourself."
Gwen shook her head and smiled, but she no longer seemed to be particularly angry with him. Slapping him had got it out of her system, apparently, and it must have helped a lot to know that Jack did regret leaving and had no intention of ever doing it again.
"Into my office," Jack said in his business voice. He gestured for her to go first, and she walked in and waited by his chair. Jack supposed that was her way of silently expressing a preference for position, which was fine with Jack. He walked over to her, pinned her against the desk and pressed his rising erection into her crotch, then kissed her deeply while he slipped his hands under shirt. This was just a blowjob. He didn't need her naked, but it had been a long year since he'd ran his hands across smooth skin or gotten a proper eyeful of anyone's naked breasts, and the beautiful thing about being a Dominant with a harem full of submissive partners is that things tend to be more about what you want than about whether or not something is really necessary. He ran his hands up her stomach and fondled her breasts through her bra, then lifted her shirt over her head, turning it inside out and messing up her hair. He tossed her shirt somewhere behind him, and she grinned at him adorably as he bent down to her neck and kissed from her jugular to her left nipple, plucking her breast from out of the cup of her bra to do so.
She moaned, but he didn't want her too excited, so he cooled down the foreplay. He reached behind her and took off her bra, and then slipped his tongue into her mouth one last time as he backed toward the chair. He felt her breasts and played with her nipples in his fingers, and she wrapped her arms around him and held on in a way completely opposite her coldness from just a few minutes ago. When he broke the kiss, he stroked her hair and smiled at her. "On your knees now."
She immediately acquiesced and he sat down on the edge of his desk chair, spread his legs, and undid his belt. She reached for his zipper and he got his trouser button, and he pushed his own trousers and pants down as she took a deep breath.
Jack chuckled. "Forget how big it was?"
"Shut up," she said, laughing a little herself.
"Now, that is no way to talk to—" She ran her tongue over his balls and his breath caught. God. If there was one good thing about not even being able to wank for a year, it was that his sensitivity level was definitely higher than it had been since he was fifteen or so. He was going to thoroughly enjoy that until he got it back down.
She pressed her tongue nearly flat against his cock and went over it and down it in long motions, speeding Jack's pulse up immediately. When she finally took his cock in her mouth, his breath hitched as she sucked him as hard as she ever had and bobbed her head slowly, holding eye contact with him as much as he allowed it. She broke her rhythm for an extra suck and he moaned so loud that he probably woke Myfanwy all the way up in her nest. She moaned back, for no other reason than to tease him, and the vibrations moved up his shaft and brought him exponentially closer to the edge. She set an easily rhythm of five slow bobs and one fast one to keep him anticipating it, and whenever she could get a particularly naughty moan out of him, she matched it, bringing him closer and closer until he knew it was time.
Rather than try to find the coherency to tell her she didn't have to swallow, he pulled out of her and came hard across her chest. He stared up at the ceiling and took some deep breaths for a solid minute while he tucked himself back into his trousers, then he looked down at her. She grinned up at him, sticky and still sitting on the floor, and he completely forgot that her pleasure was not supposed to an object in this encounter. He got out of his chair and got down on the floor with her, and kissed her roughly before he lowered her on to her back, bit her neck, and started to lap his own ejaculate up off her breasts.
Her hands went to his chest, but he caught them and put them back on the floor above her head.
"Intertwine your fingers and put them under your head," he said. He didn't have a convenient way to tie her, but that position would make it significantly less likely that she'd thoughtlessly intervene.
He was coming at her from the side rather than hovering over her, so it was a quick and simple thing for him to pause, undo her trousers, and pull them and her knickers down to her knees in one smooth motion. He went back to licking and sucking at her breasts as his right hand slipped between her legs and rubbed over her cunt. When he found her clitoris, she gasped and started to squirm beneath him, but she was good for him. She kept her hands where he'd told her too and she didn't move any more than he could compensate for. He ran his tongue over her nipple and lightly dipped his finger inside of her to get it slick with her own wetness, then threatened her vaguely with his teeth as she bucked away from his touches.
She let out a few needy moans and her eyes screwed shut. "Jack..." she said.
"Yes?" Jack said calmly in between lazy licks across her nipple.
"I—Ah!" Whatever she was going to say was lost in a near scream as his finger worked away at the sensitive little nub.
"You've missed me?" Jack said.
"God yes!"
"Thought so," Jack said, licking the last of himself up off her chest. Once he'd done that, he sat up slightly and took a moment to admire her, not slowing down his finger movements at all. She looked perfect like this: hair messed up, eyes screwed shut and mouth open wide, with her knickers around her knees, keeping her legs closer together than she'd probably like them but also looking brilliantly tempting, writhing completely at his mercy.
"How often were you orgasming while I was away?" Jack asked. "Not often enough."
"At least once a day," she said, when she found her voice after a few deep breaths.
She and Rhys were busy, then... "Not often enough," he repeated, and almost as if on cue, her body trembled and then went limp. He pressed down on her clitoris for a moment, then pulled his hand away, licked his own finger, and kissed her head. "Don't worry. You'll get back in the habit," he said. He kissed her on the lips. "Give my love to Rhys."
She nodded.
"You can get up now," he told her. She stood and wiggled her jeans back up to her hips while he found her bra in the far corner of the room and picked her shirt up out of the middle of the floor. She pulled them back on, he kissed her one more time, and as she turned away he swatted her on the arse just a touch too hard for her to think he was joking. She turned back to him with wide eyes, but he spoke before she could:
"Only I get to dismiss people. Understood?"
She swallowed hard and nodded, then shifted awkwardly, apparently unsure if this was just the beginning of a much larger punishment or if Jack was letting her off with little more than a warning.
It was the latter. Jack kissed her again, quickly and on the lips, and smiled at her. "Good night," he said.
"Good night," she said. She turned and walked away and left Jack alone in his base. Home at last.
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