Title: Complicated
Summary: Jack and his submissives have all finally settled back into their old routine. That makes it the perfect time for Jack's ex-partner and not-so-ex-Dom to turn up in Cardiff.
Rating: AO for graphic scenes of sex and violence.
Word Count: 46,297
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 Cooper/Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness/John Hart/Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato; Jack Harkness/John Hart; Doctor/Jack Harkness (mentioned only); Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness; John Hart/Toshiko Sato; Jack Harkness/Toshiko Sato; Gwen Cooper/Toshiko Sato; Ianto Jones/Toshiko Sato; Gwen Cooper/Ianto Jones; Ianto Jones/Owen Harper; Ianto Jones/John Hart; Jack Harkness/Owen Harper; Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato; Gwen Cooper/Jack Harkness; Owen Harper/John Hart; Gwen Cooper/John Hart; Gwen Cooper/Jack Harkness/Rhys Williams; Gwen Cooper/Owen Harper
Contains: 69ing, anal preparation discussion, anal sex, arse floggging, ball gags, begging, biting, bloodletting, bondage breast flogging, collars, consumption of sexual fluids (one's own and others'), cunnilingus, deliberate bruising, exhibitionism, fellatio, fetish clothing, forced nudity, home-made porn, humiliation, knife play, maintenance spankings, masturbation, misogynist slurs, nipple clamps, nipple play, nipple sucking, one-night stands, orgasm denial, over-night bondage, pinching, PIV sex, pregnancy talk, public sex mention, scolding during sex, scratching, situational orgasm ban, spanking (with a belt, paddle, and a hand), spreader bars, strap-ons, swallowing, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, vibrators, voyeurism, wax play.
Warnings: accidental bloodletting, break-in mention, death threats, fidelity issues, murder jokes, objectification, temporary confusion about the reasons for punishments, undesired erections, unplanned exhibitionism/voyeurism,

Chapter Number: One
Word Count: 4,654
Sexual Pairings: Jack Harkness/John Hart
Contains: bloodletting, scratching, fellatio, swallowing, masturbation, ball gags
Warnings: unplanned exhibitionism/voyeurism, objectification, death threats

Ianto hadn't meant to look, but Jack's wrist strap never beeped, and it had beeped three times in fifteen minutes. Every time it did, Jack looked at it for a second, hit a button, got an odd look on his face, hit a button, then went on with their meeting as though nothing had happened. The first three times, Ianto let it go. The forth time, his curiosity was overpowering. Jack tried to hide it under the table, and it probably was out of view for most of the team, but Ianto could easily see the tiny holographic writing.

'From: Ignore This Asshole

You didn't change your contact code, did you? That would be a shame.'

Apparently the forth time was Jack's breaking point as well, because he actually answered that time:

'No. I'm here. Ten minutes.'

There wasn't a keyboard that he typed anything into. He just hit a button and typed the words out on his thigh, and they appeared in green holographic letters beneath the white text of the other message. Another button made all of the text disappear.

Jack's voice changed when he looked up. It got faster and far more impatient in a way that set Ianto—probably all of them; no one likes an irritable Dom—on edge, and Jack gave them only the most minimal understanding of what he wanted from them next week, and allowed no discussion from anyone. The meeting was wrapped up as quickly as it possibly could have been, and Jack only paused for a second when another message came in. That one just said 'Good boy' and Jack didn't reply to it. As soon as Jack could pretend he'd told them everything he needed to, he dismissed them all for the night, jumped up, pulled his coat on with a quick anxiousness that reminded Ianto of the time Lisa's parents had unexpectedly dropped by her flat and nearly caught them in bed, and then he rushed out the door without a single kiss goodbye and barely a farewell to anyone.

They waited in silence for several minutes, just to be sure. Owen flipped through his stack of paperwork in bad attempt to look busy in case Jack came back in, and Tosh followed suit when she noticed him, but Ianto and Gwen didn't bother. They both just sat there and looked worried, occasionally at each other.

It was Gwen who spoke first, when several minutes had gone by and they could be almost certain that Jack was gone and not coming back for a while, and she directed her question at Ianto: "What was that all about?"

"Could you see those messages?" Ianto asked her, then he glanced at the other two to include them in the question.

"No," the all three said together, then Tosh added, "But you could, couldn't you? I saw you look."

"Yes," Ianto said.

"So what did they say?" Tosh asked.

"I didn't see them all. Just the last three. Whoever it was asked Jack if he'd changed his number, and then Jack said he'd be there in ten minutes, and they said... 'Good boy.'"

They all glanced at each other slowly. It was more than a little jarring to think of someone referring to their master with the same pet name he often referred to them with.

"That's weird," Owen said.

"It might have been a joke," Gwen said. "People say that to each other sometimes when they're joking."

"Still," Tosh said, "Jack rushed out of here awfully quickly. Who was this person?"

Everyone looked back to Ianto.

"I don't know," Ianto admitted. "There wasn't a name attached to the messages. Do you think it might have been the Doctor?"

"I think it's worth following him to find out," Gwen said.

"If he took the van, I can track him," Tosh said.

He had taken the van, and Tosh grabbed the equipment they'd need and they all left in a considerable hurry and piled into Owen's car (for no other reason than because it was closest to the door and it didn't make sense for them to all drive separately). Tosh got a signal on the van and navigated, and otherwise they drove in near silence for ten minutes; Jack must have sped to get there within his self-imposed time-limit. None of them suggested any other possibility for whom Jack might be meeting with while the drove. Ianto couldn't decide whether the possibility of it being Jack's Doctor or the possibility of it not being Jack's Doctor terrified him more. Ianto wasn't sure he wanted to meet Jack's Doctor, but he also had a fairly broad jealous streak, for a closeted man in a polyamorous relationship with a Dom who occasionally treated Ianto to romantic rendezvous that Ianto still thought of as "not-dates", and he really didn't care for the idea of there being even more people out there whom Jack might love more than he loved Ianto and the rest of the team.

They tracked the van down to a club. The club was open, but abandoned. Multicoloured lights were dancing across the windows, butt the music had stopped and they couldn't hear any voices. Gwen immediately scoped out the place and gave them all instructions for separate stealthy entrances to the building, and they all took their assignments from her without question. They'd learnt to trust her while Jack was away.

Ianto heard grunts as soon as he opened the door. They echoed through the empty club, and they were definitely not Jack's. Ianto's heart beat faster. Who was Jack in here with, and why had he left the base so suddenly for them? Ianto crouched beneath a booth and, once he was safely hidden, looked over at the source of the grunting.

He gasped, but he wasn't heard because Jack whimpered in the same moment. A man Ianto had never seen before was lazily dragging broken glass over Jack's shoulder, leaving a thick trail of blood behind it on Jack's bare skin.

"Shhh," the stranger said softly, stroking Jack's hair with his right hand. "I just want to see." He stared intently as Jack's cut closed and the blood vanished. "Besides," the stranger said, gently trailing the glass shard back up Jack's shoulder, not properly cutting into it but scratching it and causing Jack to wince a bit. "After all this time apart, a little pain and blood can't possibly be bad for you."

Jack moaned like any good submissive who wanted something, and because he moaned with his lips wrapped around the stranger's cock, the stranger grunted in pleasure. Jack's eyes sharpened, and he shifted and bobbed his head in a quick rhythm that the stranger quite enjoyed, judging by his gasps. The stranger lifted the shard of glass away from Jack's shoulder and enjoyed the ride for a minute before the hand in Jack's hair tightened and yanked punishingly.

"That's enough," the stranger said as Jack gasped in pain. "Slow down. Your friends are going to see it all either way, so you might as well give them a good show."

Jack backed off the stranger's cock and sighed, but stuck his tongue out and ran it up the stranger's shaft slowly, rather than completely stop.

"Don't sulk," the stranger said, touching the glass shard to Jack's cheek and giving him a good nick. The stranger's curiosity was apparently satisfied, and the glass was now for punishment only.

Ianto was hard. He was confused and a little bit upset and so very hard, and not sure if he wanted Jack's mouth around his cock or that glass on his cheek more. The sting sounded awful, but the swift and merciless correction it promised seemed... nice. Jack never would, though. Ianto supposed it was one thing to use something like that on Jack. Jack would heal instantly. Jack would never just cut into Ianto like that. The fantasy was nice, though, in ways that it really shouldn't have been.

Jack licked over every inch of the stranger's balls several times before he returned to deep-throating him. The stranger kept his hand in Jack's hair, mostly caressing and very rarely pulling for transgressions that all seemed to amount to 'trying too hard.' The stranger wanted this to go on for a while. And it did. Ianto watched Jack fellate the stranger until Ianto's knees were starting to ache. Jack's must have felt even worse. Jack didn't get cut again, and at one point the stranger put the glass shard down on the bar behind him. Jack's transgressions were small, so he was corrected gently and comparatively quickly, mostly with hair-pulling.

When the stranger came, Jack swallowed the come, backed off, and looked up at the stranger cautiously. "Can they came out now?" Jack asked, and it occurred to Ianto for the first time to wonder how they'd been caught.

The stranger shrugged. "They could have done ten minutes ago. I wasn't trying to stop them. Do you want them to have a better view while we take care of you, or would you rather not be taken care of in front of them?"

"We?" Jack asked as Ianto and the others all crawled out of their separate hiding places. None of them really approached the pair, though. Ianto just sat on the booth he'd previously been hiding under.

The stranger shrugged. "You."

Jack shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time any of them saw me jack off."

"Have at it, then. It's your pleasure."

Jack took his hard cock in his hand and calmly wanked until he came in front of them all, then he stood up, looked around at his submissives, looked at the stranger, and sighed. "This is—"

"Captain John Hart." He quickly sized each of them up. "And you're Jack's new toys. Good. I'm glad he kept himself occupied while we were apart."

Jack cleared his throat.

"What?" the stranger said. "You are dominating them, aren't you? I haven't read that wrong?"

"No, you're right," Jack said. "This is—"

"Eyes, legs, cock, and mouth," John said, pointing to Gwen, Tosh, Owen, and Ianto in turn as he said it.

"Gwen, Toshiko, Owen, and Ianto," Jack corrected, glaring slightly..

"And I will be referring to them exclusively by which of their body parts I care most about." He glanced back at the team. "Everyone remember what yours is."

"Really, John?"

John looked completely serious and not at all willing to discuss the matter further.

Gwen shrugged. "To be fair, I refer to Owen by his prick all the time. just not generally to his face."

Ianto laughed, so he got the same reprimanding glare from Jack that Gwen did, and the murderous glare he got from Owen may have been slightly longer than the one Gwen got.

"You haven't even seen Owen's cock or my legs, though," Tosh pointed out.

John smiled at her. "You're right! We'd best fix that. Both of you, step out of your trousers. Cock, pants down as well. Legs, if you feel like removing your knickers, that would be great." He glanced at Ianto and Gwen. "You two too. I don't want anyone feeling pressured to keep any article of clothing on if they don't want to."

Tosh thought about it for a second, then shrugged and started unbottoning her trousers. She didn't seem at all disturbed by any of this, and since it wasn't her first relationship as a submissive and it was Ianto's, Ianto tried to take his cues on what was normal for her. This was normal. Perhaps it wasn't common, but Tosh certainly didn't seem to find it shocking.

Owen, on the other hand, looked to Jack, and Jack shook his head and quickly gave a meaningful look to Tosh.

She froze.

"No," Jack said. "No one is removing their clothes." He turned and picked his own pants up off a bar stool. "In fact, John and I were just going to get dressed."

"Were we?" John asked. His tone was perfectly polite but his face was a warning.

Jack sighed and put his pants back down. "Maybe not," he said. "They are staying fully clothed, though." He looked over at Tosh. She'd taken her hands off her trousers and was holding them up in surrender now, but she'd already undone a button and a flash of pink knickers were exposed.

She realized what he was objecting to and quickly rebottoned her trousers.

Ten uncomfortable seconds of silence went by, and then Ianto cleared his throat. "So. How do you two know each other?"

"John's my former partner," Jack said quickly.

"In what way?" Ianto asked.

"In every way and then some," John said with a smirk.

"So he's your ex?" Tosh asked.

Jack and John stole side-ways glances at each other.

"I don't know what you saw, Tosh," Owen said, "but what I saw didn't look like exes."

"Former partners," Jack repeated. "Current..." He shrugged. "It's complicated."

Owen smirked. "'It's complicated' as in 'I'm trying to be polite but it's really just sex,' or 'It's complicated' as in 'It's actually complicated?'"

"It's complicated as in—" Jack started, but John cut him off.

"Honestly, who cares?"

Ianto strongly suspected that John was the only one in the room who didn't care, and Ianto wasn't even entirely convinced that John didn't care, but that seemed to put an end to the discussion.

John sighed. "We were partnered up by the Time Agency and after a few months we decided to partner up in other areas of life as well. Five years. It was kind of cosy. A bit like having a wife—"

"—You were the wife," Jack said quickly.

John smiled. "You were the wife."

Jack rolled his eyes. "You were the wife."

"But I was a good wife!"

"I'll bet you were!" Tosh said, grinning as well.

The room immediately fell into uncomfortable silence, but John didn't seem to notice, though Tosh certainly did.

John winked at her and smirked. "Take me home tonight. I'll show you."

"Absolutely not," Jack said, fixing her with a stern look and using a tone that made Ianto twitch even though it wasn't directed at him.

"Why not?!" Tosh said.

"Because I said so," Jack said.

"Why not?" John asked, in a cocky tone.

Jack sighed. "Because I don't trust the two of your with each other."

"But you trust him with yourself?" Tosh said, and the implication that Jack was being petty and jealous got Ianto's hackles up, so it must have angered Jack, but Jack didn't show it, other than in a slight edge to his voice.

"Stop. I don't generally get involved in your sex life outside of the group, but—"

"You killed the last person outside of the group that I had sex with!"

"You killed the last outsider she had sex with?!" John echoed.

Jack looked over at John calmly. "Yes. And I haven't ruled out killing the next outsider she has sex with. Remember that when you're making plans for the night."

"Think you could?" John asked, grinning up at Jack.

"We both know I could. Think I wouldn't?" Jack asked, still looking and sounding perfectly calm.

"So," Gwen cut in, in an admirable attempt to defuse the situation, "What is the Time Agency?"

"Jack never told you?" John asked.

"Jack is going to tell them," Jack said, glaring at him. "Right now. Well, not right now—" He sighed, and picked his pants up and started to pull them on, not minding John's look at all.. "We're done here," Jack said, when he finally spared John another glance. John shrugged and began dressing as well. Jack turned to the team. "Mandatory team meeting in thirty minutes. But everyone is banned from the base for twenty-eight minutes. Go get McDonalds or something. I don't care. But I need to see you in half an hour and not before then."

They all glanced at each other and collectively decided this was reasonable, and in any case there wasn't much they could have done if they'd really felt that it wasn't. They did go to McDonalds, and even Gwen gave up making conversation after a few minutes. When they finally got back to the base, Jack was in the meeting room with the computer projecting a constellation Ianto didn't recognize on the screen. Jack waved them all into the room and told them to take a seat and please hold all questions.

Gwen politely inquired as to how long this was going to take, so that she could tell Rhys. It was his last night in town for about a week and she wanted to be home as soon as possible. That opened up the floodgates on questions. Ianto caught himself admitting aloud that he still wasn't sure just who John was or what he was doing here, Tosh started back in on an admirable defence of her right to have sex with Jack's ex, and Owen expressed his general displeasure with everything going on around him, as he was wont to do twice a week or so.

"I'm going to count to five," Jack said, loudly and sharply, "And then I'm shoving a gag into any mouth that's making noise and I'm spanking any ass that isn't in a chair. One." They all went quiet. "Two." Ianto and Owen found their way into seats. "Three." Gwen sat down, but looked impatient. Tosh was close to enough to a seat to get into one, but she looked like she was seriously considering holding her ground to make a point. "Four." Gwen glared at Tosh. It wouldn't get Gwen home to her boyfriend any faster if Jack had to spank Tosh before getting on with the actual point of this meeting. It also probably wouldn't make her point half as well as she was imagining it would. She must have realized this, because she slipped into a chair as Jack said "Five."

Jack sighed.

Gwen raised her hand.

"Please hold all questions until the end," Jack said. "Now, I'm sorry about the picture but—"

"I just need to know what I should tell Rhys!"

Jack sighed again. He pulled his cell phone out and quickly typed something into it as he walked back to his own chair. When he slipped his phone back into his pocket, he reached into a bag on his chair and pulled out a gag and the hand-held alarm that substituted for a safe-word whenever he gagged one of them.

"Jack!" Gwen said, looking very upset but not at all sorry.

Ianto almost defended her. Then he realized that it didn't really matter what Gwen's reasons had been. Jack was making a point. Ianto could join her, but he couldn't save her. He looked at her sympathetically, but he bit his own tongue.

Jack sat the alarm down on the table in front of Gwen and held the gag up as if she hadn't seen it before.

"Jack..." Gwen said, much more quietly this time.

He held the gag to her lips, and she opened her mouth and took it. Jack locked it into place. Gwen avoided everyone's eyes, and then she picked the alarm up off the table and stroked it slightly with her thumb. Jack offered her no comfort, aside from a quick note that he'd just sent Rhys a text explaining that he didn't know how long this was going to take, and Rhys had better just assume the worst.

Then he sighed again, walked over to the projector, and pointed to a star. "This is my sun. Or, it was, when I was a child. There aren't any pictures of my home planet or even of the solar system available in this century, but... Well. Here's the sun." And then he told them everything. Well, probably not everything. Those photos they'd found in this desk drawer a few months ago went unexplained. But he told them about being from a colony world in the future, and about the Time Agency, more than Ianto really cared to know about John, everything he could explain about the Doctor, and about his immortality and how he ended up working for Torchwood. He told them about his father dying (though he didn't say how), and about growing up with just him and his mother. He told them that he was on the swim-team in high school, until he quit school to join the military. They all four listened in complete silence.

When he was finally done, he walked over to Gwen, removed the gag and gently took the alarm out of her hand. "You can speak now," he said.

She seemed a little stunned, for a second. Then she shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry," she said. She looked up at him.

Jack shook his head. "I just... needed you quiet. Are we okay?"

She nodded.

He kissed her before he carried the gag and the alarm back to his bag.

"Everyone can speak now," he said. "Any questions? From anybody?"

"... You're an immortal alien from the 51st century," Owen said.

"Yes," Jack said.

Everyone sat in silence and tried to absorb this for a minute. Ianto didn't think any of them were particularly surprised. They'd all expected the unexpected. You learned to, with this job. Still, it was a bit ridiculous.

"Tell me something normal," Gwen said suddenly.

Jack looked confused.

"Something that will sound normal to me. Tell me about your pet dog or the first girl to ever break your heart or something human and normal." She looked at him with wide eyes. "I just really need to hear something like that right now."

Jack nodded. He even smiled a little. "I didn't have a dog. Sorry. They actually weren't even allowed on our colony—"

"Your entire home planet banned dogs?" Tosh asked.

"It's not as ridiculous as it sounds," Jack said. He looked back to the constellation he was projecting on the wall and sighed. "I wish I had pictures for you." For you. Ianto wondered what it must be like to spend nearly two hundred years so far from home that you couldn't even see pictures of it. "Most of the planet was uninhabitable, so we all lived in one complex to free up the maximum amount of space for farm land and recreational beach area. It was sort of like shoving an entire small town into a large apartment building. It wouldn't have been good for dogs anyway. The only place where they could have ran around was the beach, and from the upper floors of the complex, it would have taken too long to get them out there. Besides, we were a beach-front colony. We had a lot of retirees, and they tended to control the council, and most of them weren't really fond of dogs..."

Gwen looked uncomfortable.

"I was never allowed to have a dog either, when I was growing up," Ianto said quickly. Jack saw the rescue for what it was, and his face lit up a little. "And I don't think I'm allowed to have one now, honestly. I'd have to check my lease, but..."

"My mother would never get me one," Owen said, shrugging. "Always wanted one, but..."

"I always wanted one too," Jack said.

"Did you even get to see one as a kid?" Gwen asked. "Like, in a zoo, or anything?"

"There are no zoos in the Second Empire—" Then Jack realized that this was not a good direction for the conversation to go in and quickly changed course. "—But yeah, I did see dogs as a kid. I had uncles on another colony and they had a dog. It's not like I never left the Boeshane colony."

"You just flew off to other planets to visit relatives?" Tosh asked, but she was taking this better than Gwen was. She was smiling. "Like you were—like I used to fly to Osaka to visit my grandmother?"

"Pretty much," Jack said. "Well... big commercial flights with shitty food... almost exactly like that, actually." He shared a smile with Tosh, then he looked back to Gwen.

She wasn't even looking at him.

"Her name was Malika," Jack said.

Gwen looked up, but she didn't seem to understand what Jack was talking about any more than Ianto did.

"The first girl to ever break my heart," Jack explained. "Well, really the first person. She was just... the first. Her name was Malika. I'd tell you how I met her but I really don't really remember ever not knowing her. The colony wasn't that big and we were both born there. When we were fifteen, she asked me to the homecoming dance, I said yes, and we dated for a year, which to my fifteen-year-old mind meant we were probably soul-mates. She wasn't my first kiss but she was the first for a lot of other things, and I was pretty in love with her..." He looked down at the table for a second, and his smile faded, but didn't go away. "I turned sixteen and I decided that it would be a really fun adventure to drop out of high school and go fight a losing war on a far-off planet because I had a grudge that I thought maybe... Well, she told me I was making a mistake, because I was, I was shocked and offended that she wasn't supporting me, I told her she sounded like my mom, because she did, and she told me it was over if I didn't change my mind about going to war. Well..." He shrugged. "She graduated top of our class and last I heard she was working as an engineer on one of the newer colony worlds. I witnessed things that to this day I wish I could forget and..." He sighed. "Well, you know the rest."

Gwen smiled. "The one that got away."

"The first of a few. Still, I'm happy with where I ended up. She seemed happy with her life too, last time I saw her. There's something to be said for that."

"Thank you," Gwen said.

"But how much time actually passed before you found someone else you thought was your soul-mate?" Owen asked, smirking in a way that seemed rather daring to Ianto, considering Owen's relationship with Jack.

"I was sixteen," Jack said, chuckling a little. "And sharing barracks with eleven sweaty, muscular people, all no more than ten years older than I was, with whom I had the pleasure of bonding night-and-day for twelve weeks. That is not a fair question."

Owen rolled his eyes. Gwen and Tosh laughed. Ianto hated this discussion and tried to pretend that he didn't.

"And if that isn't boring enough for you," Jack said, "My mother was an accountant and we had a pet bird. The bird was blue and her name was Sammy and she was a lot more talkative than Myfanwy is. I also got a C in 9th grade English because the project worth 10% of our grade was due the day before a huge swim meet, and I knew where my priorities were at fourteen-years-old."

Gwen smiled. "Thank you," she said again.

"Are we okay?" Jack said, looking around at them.

Everyone nodded.

"Good," Jack said, sighing. "You can all go home now."

Ianto raised his hand shyly.

"Hm?" Jack said.

"Do we have to?"

Jack smiled. "No."

Ianto smiled back. "I'll get my things from my car." He'd taken to keeping a travel bag in his car at all times, so that he wasn't stuck here without a toothbrush or a change of clothes whenever he decided to stay the night. He voluntarily stayed the night with Jack far more often than the others did.

He followed the others outside, and found John Hart standing there, smirking at them. "Hello, kids," he said. "Nice cover you've got here. Great view out over the water."