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: Ten
Word Count: 4,226
Pairings: Gwen Cooper/Jack Harkness/Rhys Williams; Gwen Cooper/Owen Harper
Contains: pregnancy talk, home-made porn, cunnilingus, nipple play, consumption of one's own sexual fluids
Warnings: fidelity issues
It was raining. That put a bit of a damper on the mood, but they'd cope. The restaurant was inside, anyway. Jack seemed to have come around and was no longer acting like he was doing Gwen a favour by allowing her to buy him dinner, and Rhys had responded to Gwen's text informing him that she was bringing Jack to dinner with 'OK,' which wasn't overly enthusiastic, but also wasn't an objection. Jack and Rhys really did get along, but Rhys could also be jealous, and Gwen had known when she decided to bring Jack that Rhys might interpret it the wrong way. Still, Rhys would enjoy himself at the end of the night. Sometimes, Rhys would get a craving that Gwen couldn't satisfy and he'd call Jack. Rhys never liked to talk about those encounters, but he really did enjoy them.
"What are you thinking about?" Gwen asked Jack. He was staring out the passenger-side window and into the rain rather oddly.
"What I'm going to say to Rhys to get him to do everything I'd like to see him do to you," Jack said calmly. "And how I'm going to reward him for complying."
"Rhys doesn't take orders from you," Gwen pointed out.
"No, but he is extremely suggestible, with the right technique."
"Bullshit," Gwen said. "That's not what you were thinking about."
"No, it really is." Jack smirked. "Would you like to hear some of my ideas?"
Gwen smirked too, but she rolled her eyes to drive home her refusal. "Jack, I'm driving."
Jack shrugged and settled back into his seat.
"... I wanted to talk to you about something," Gwen said. "I... I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things, actually..."
"And they're so bad that you needed to trap me in a moving car in the rain without my bus pass on the other side of the city in order to talk to me about them?" Jack asked.
"No! They're good things. I think they're good things, anyway. I hope you will too. You and Rhys..."
Jack shifted. "Okay...?" Gwen had his attention now, at least.
"Owen, Tosh, and I had a chat earlier today..." Gwen shifted her grip on the steering wheel. "About you. And about Ianto."
Jack shut his eyes and smiled slightly.
"We don't want you to think that we're stopping you from doing things that would make you happy," Gwen said. "None of us would care if you and Ianto did... whatever. I mean, I've got Rhys. And Owen and Tosh are... well, neither of them want that with you, anyway, so if you and Ianto want to... you know... anything, we support you."
Jack laughed a little. "That's sweet," he said. "But Ianto and I are fine."
"Fine isn't always good enough."
"And sometimes situations are not as simple as they seem to outsiders," Jack sighed. "Ianto doesn't want a boyfriend."
"Does Ianto have any idea what he wants?"
"I think he has a better idea about it than you do," Jack said, sighing slightly. He didn't sound angry, or like he was about to start threatening to punish her. He just sounded like he really didn't want to talk about it.
Really, the fact that Torchwood was an extremely demanding, stressful, weird job accounted for less than half of the reason why no one but her had a boyfriend. The rest of it was all their own inabilities to communicate with each other. "What do you think he needs, then?"
"We weren't talking about his needs."
"Now we are. You're his Dom. Isn't it your job to know his needs?"
"As his Dom," Jack said, "I think he needs more sleep and to get better at gracefully accepting humiliation. A boyfriend? Not really a high priority."
"No one takes humiliation well."
Jack shrugged. "You've gotten pretty good at it." He sighed. "Why is this important to you?"
"Because I think it's important to you and Ianto, even if you won't admit it, and you are important to me."
"Right," Gwen was watching the road, but she could feel Jack's eyes lighting up next to her. He immediately dimmed them, though, and turned to stare out the window.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're getting married in, what, three weeks?"
"Two and a half."
Jack stared out the window for a few more seconds before he spoke again. "It's natural to wan everything... squared away... before you get married. But there's a right and a wrong way to do that, you know."
Gwen pulled into the car park, looked at Jack, and smiled. "No," she lied. "I have no idea what you mean. But let's go in!" She nodded to their left. "That's Rhys' car."
As expected, Rhys was already seated when they got in. Gwen went right to him and hugged him and planted a kiss on his lips, and then Jack had cut in and hugged him as well. Dinner went well. Good food, great wine, and Rhys quickly seemed to remember that Jack was not there to steal Gwen away from him, and he relaxed and they caught up. Rhys' week in London on business had been uneventful, so Rhys got to listen to Jack brag about some recent Torchwood accomplishments and describe his complicated relationship with John in some great detail. It wasn't until Jack mentioned it to Rhys that Gwen learned that John had accomplished whatever he'd come here to accomplish and was now out of town for the foreseeable future. Gwen wasn't sure how she felt about the news. John was an annoying prick, but he was also a little bit sexy and being dominated by him had been... fun. She could see why Jack might be conflicted. But Jack wasn't used to full-time Doms. Them coming into his life for a week and then leaving for a few months or even a few years was apparently normal for him. He and John had broken up years ago, so why should they see each other all the time?
Gwen wondered for a moment why Jack had mentioned this to Rhys when he hadn't mentioned it to her, or any of his other subs, as far as Gwen could guess, and she felt a brief rush if irritation with him before remembering that Jack never wanted them to get attached to John. She shrugged it off.
Gwen waited until dessert to the men why she'd insisted on bringing Jack along. "The three of us need to talk about something," she said.
Jack raised his eyebrows. Apparently, he'd thought they were done having Serious Conversations for the night. Rhys looked at Jack if Jack had set him up somehow.
"Rhys, I—We've been together a long time, and I know it's really soon, but when something feels right, it feels right, yeah? So, er, I wanted to talk about how you two would feel... and what would have to change about..." She stared at Jack for a minute, but couldn't quite say it, "Well, everything... if..." She looked back over to Rhys, "We were to start trying for a baby after the wedding."
Rhys choked. He was choking on ice cream, though, so it melted and he was able to breathe again before there was any cause for alarm.
"You don't want to?" Gwen said.
"No!" Rhys said. "I mean yes! I mean..." He took a deep breath. "I would love to have a child with you. Nine months from tonight, if you'd like."
"Nine months from the wedding," Gwen said, smiling. "We don't need the stress before then." She looked at Jack. "And we're going to need some time to talk about things, aren't we?"
Jack blinked a few times. "Yes," he said. "We absolutely are." The chatter from the other tables was apparently loud enough that Jack felt comfortable saying, "As your boss and as your Dom."
Rhys leaned across the table slightly and glared at Jack. "Don't you dare hurt her while she's pregnant," he said, just above a whisper.
"I don't think I hurt her while she's not pregnant," Jack said calmly. He looked at Gwen. "Do I hurt you?"
Gwen's cheeks were burning. "Well, no, he... he doesn't, really..."
Jack reached up and grabbed Gwen's hand, and Gwen relaxed a little. It was, in terms of their conversation, a completely meaningless gesture that settled nothing, but it was reassuring nevertheless.
"What do you want?" Jack asked her. "Do you want to stop entirely until after the baby comes, or do you want to continue with modified boundaries?"
"Modified," Gwen said immediately. It didn't even occur to her to look at Rhys and try to get a feel for what he thought of the whole thing until after she'd said it. She'd honestly been afraid that they'd have to end it temporarily when she got pregnant, and the fact that Jack didn't seem to think that was necessary was a huge relief.
She glanced over at Rhys and noticed that he was still tense.
"He won't hurt me, Rhys," Gwen said.
"Or the baby!" Jack said helpfully.
"Have you ever, er..." Loud chatter or not, Rhys couldn't say it. "... worked with a pregnant woman before?"
"I've never dominated a pregnant woman before," Jack said, "But I have served with a pregnant woman before."
"Served with?" Rhys echoed.
"She and I were both submitting to the same mistress. And it was my—" He stopped himself.
His what? His girlfriend? His... The photos. The thought had crossed Gwen's mind before, but it seemed so bizarre that she'd dismissed it out of hand every time. It still seemed bizarre and was in any case clearly not something Jack liked them asking about or thinking about, so she dismissed it again. Jack was old; old enough for it to not really matter. And it was none of her business. She didn't want to be spanked because she'd made a silly assumption about a half-finished sentence and pressed an issue Jack had told them all many times that they needed to drop.
"Well," Jack said, "We were all three very invested in keeping our play safe." He turned to Gwen. "We can talk later about modified rules for when you're trying to conceive, when you're pregnant, and after the baby arrives. And when you're pregnant, we'll read up on what's safe and we'll check in with Owen." He looked at Rhys. "I will take care of her. I promise. The safety of my submissives is not something that I take lightly., and the safety of your child definitely won't be something I'll take lightly either."
"Thank you, Jack," Gwen said, and she could feel herself choking up and she hated herself for it, a little bit. She held his eyes for a moment, trying to find any hint of displeasure in them, but there wasn't one. He was okay with her doing this. He really was.
She turned to Rhys and smiled at him. "I love you," she said.
He smiled. "I love you too."
They finished their dessert and paid, and Jack made doe eyes at Rhys when Gwen mentioned taking Jack home and scored an immediate invite back to Gwen and Rhys' place. This was not bad news. Gwen wasn't feeling as sore today and it had been a while since she'd had both of her men at once. Gwen was tempted to ride back with Rhys and let Jack follow them in her car, but Jack announced "I'll ride with Gwen!" in a tone that Rhys might mistake for friendly, but that Gwen knew as his 'I'm giving you this order nicely, so you should obey before I change my tune,' voice.
Bollocks. Was he upset about her wanting to have a child? Gwen really didn't think so. He had lots of ways of subtly communicating to his subs that he was upset with them when they were in public, from the tone of his voice to just touching his belt buckle and making sure they saw it, and he hadn't done any of that. He'd seemed happy about the announcement, too. It meant considerable inconvenience to him, but he'd nevertheless reacted like any happy friend would.
She followed him out to her car and slipped into the driver's side while he returned to the passenger side, and they were quiet until she got out of the car park.
"Did you want to say something to me?" she asked him.
"I did," he said. "But you've already started two serious conversations and I'm worried that this evening has already been too serious."
"Stop," Gwen said. "If you have something you want to say to me, say it."
Jack sighed. "I have a DVD of Owen eating you out in my coat pocket."
Gwen slammed the breaks.
Rhys noticed immediately and stopped his car, somewhat less dramatically, but before he could get out and check on him, Gwen and Jack both smiled and waved at him, and he relaxed a little and drove off again, very slowly.
"Why would you bring that?" Gwen asked, glaring at Jack slightly.
"Because I thought Rhys might like to see it."
"That isn't fair, Jack! Why would you do that?! I haven't done anything wrong! I—"
"Exactly," Jack said sternly. "You haven't done anything wrong. So why are you acting like I'm blackmailing you?"
Gwen got quiet.
"Breathe," Jack said, "and drive."
She did. Rhys noticed that they were following and sped up a little, and Gwen sped up too.
"What I said earlier," Jack said, "about how you want to have everything squared away before the wedding?"
"Not this," she said.
"It's up to you," Jack said. "I would never show this video to anyone without your consent. But hear me out: I think if Rhys saw it, you'd see that you've made this into something much bigger than it is. Owen is my submissive. You had Rhys' permission. I want to talk to Rhys and give him the context for this home-made movie—that early on in your training you were more comfortable having sex with one of my other submissives than you were with the other two, and that this is perfectly normal and happens all the time in situations like ours, and that you and he came to me and offered to play with each other in front of me. I documented it, you've since out-grown that phase and now play well with all of the others. He'll either agree to watch it or he won't. It doesn't really matter. What's important is that he'll know, and not a word of it will be a lie."
"No, but you will be omitting a significant detail: I did it outside of your supervision, too."
"So? Did Rhys ever tell you that wasn't okay?" Jack sighed. "You had sex with Tosh outside of my supervision, too."
"That's different," Gwen said.
"How?"
"I had—" Gwen huffed, "feelings for Owen. I don't know what they were, exactly, but I had them."
"You're not a cyberman, Gwen. You have feelings. That isn't a crime."
"Dammit, Jack, I had romantic feelings for him! I was having sex with him because I had romantic feelings for him."
"You're an amatoromantic human," Jack said in the exact same tone of voice. "You're going to have a lot of feelings for a lot of different people. Some are going to be stronger than others and some are going to last longer than others. That's fine. You don't cheat on your boyfriend byfeeling things. As for your reasons for having sex with Owen, I wasn't aware that Rhys' approval for you to have sex with the group was conditional upon the emotions of the people involved. I'll have to talk about that with him so that I can keep it in mind in the future."
"Don't," Gwen said. "He didn't say it was conditional on anything."
"Then let me do this," Jack said softly. "I wouldn't even suggest it if I didn't honestly think that it would help you get closure here."
Gwen sighed. "Fuck," she said, slapping the steering wheel sightly.
"Does that mean 'no'?" Jack asked.
"That means 'fuck,'" Gwen said, but she'd already given in. Jack was her master, and he had a point. Either one of those things on its own was a compelling argument, and together they made a battle she wasn't even going to try to fight. What was the worst that could happen? Rhys had expressed interest before in learning more about what Jack had her do with his other submissives. She'd brushed him off, in no small part because she hadn't wanted to think about exactly what Jack wanted to show him. Let him see. He'd agreed to it.
He probably wouldn't get off on it. He wouldn't be enraged by it and ask her to break off her relationship with Jack and the others, but it might make him just protective enough of her and of their relationship to spice things up in the bedroom. Gwen had a feeling that Jack was counting on it, as well. 'Would you like to hear some of my ideas?' he said. Yeah, Jack. Of course.
But Jack was right. About a few things. Gwen was getting married in two-and-a-half weeks. She wanted things 'squared away' and this... wasn't squared away. Gwen had no idea how to make it squared away. She couldn't exactly sit Rhys down and confess that she'd been having sex with Owen. He knew that. She could, she supposed, explain that she'd briefly experienced a certain degree of romantic attraction to and emotional intimacy with Owen, but she had never for a moment considered leaving Rhys. That would sound ridiculous. There was no way of describing the situation that really felt accurate.
So Jack was right. The best thing to do was probably to let Rhys see a scene of her with Owen at the hight of their relationship, and to let him decide for himself whether or not there was anything inappropriate about it.
She and Jack were silent the entire rest of the way to Gwen and Rhys' home. Jack looked at Gwen curiously, and Gwen hopped out of the car, smiled at Rhys, and announced "Jack has something he wants to show you!"
Five minutes later, they were all three relaxing on Gwen's sofa, watching as Owen determinedly unbuttoned Gwen's trousers and pulled them down with her pants. Gwen sat in Jack's chair and spread her legs for the camera, and Owen sat down between her legs and smiled when he noticed Gwen blushing.
"Camera shy?" Jack asked from behind the screen.
Gwen nodded so slightly that, watching the video, Gwen might have mistaken it for a twitch if she hadn't remembered that she'd meant to nod at that part.
"Don't be," Owen said. "You look beautiful."
They shared an affectionate smile and Gwen thanked Owen as she ran her hand through his hair, but then Jack had to walk around them and zoom in a bit to get a good shot of Owen's tongue running over her cunt for the first time. Gwen watched herself take a deep breath and look up the ceiling, and she noticed her own full breasts and hard nipples right around the time when she felt Rhys' hand squeeze her thigh possessively.
She felt herself getting wet in real-time as she watched her past self get wet on screen. She could almost remember what it felt like to have Owen's tongue running over her cunt, playing with her clit and sending warm waves of pleasure up her body with every hot breath. And there was Rhys' hand on her thigh, promising her more pleasure later tonight and so much more in the coming weeks as they tried to start a family together.
Gwen moaned on the screen, and Rhys's hand climbed higher.
Owen was a surprisingly generous lover. Gwen had to give him that. He was always passionate and often angry, but it had never taken more than a small hint to get him to go down on her.
She squirmed and moaned Owen's name on the screen and Rhys' grip on her thigh became tighter.
Gwen looked at her fiancé, and he looked back with calm determination. Gwen smiled slightly, and he smiled back. No, he wasn't angry. He was holding on to her. Gwen already knew that she'd be able to spin this to her advantage.
The Gwen on the screen was panting, and the camera was lovingly focused on Owen's tongue licking at the space beneath Gwen's dark hairs like it was an ice cream cone.
When she finally came on the screen, she shouted Owen's name.
As Jack stopped the DVD and slipped it back into its case and into his coat pocket, Rhys looked at Gwen with such intensity that she was convinced that he was ready to fuck her brains out right here on the sofa.
Jack had other plans, though. He slipped his coat off and draped it over the coffee table, and then looked at Gwen and Rhys appraisingly. "I kind of want to be face-to-face with you, Rhys," Jack admitted. "So, Gwen, if you'd bend over the armchair and lend me your mouth, that would let Rhys take you from behind, and I'd still be free to play with Rhys' nipples."
Rhys blushed. He wasn't used to anyone playing with his nipples, and certainly not another man, but there was a trace of optimism beneath the blush, as if he'd very much like to find out what it was like.
"Fine by me," Gwen said. She stood up and began to pull her clothes off, and the men both began to strip as well.
When Gwen was naked, she leaned over the chair and found it smooth and cool against her bare skin, and soon half of Jack Harkness was right in front of her face. Jack had already noticed the mirror on the wall, as he always noticed these things, and he angled himself so that Gwen would be able to see both both men in it if she glanced sideways.
"She should be ready," Jack said, reaching across Gwen's body and stroking Rhys' neck.
Rhys nodded, and Gwen watched in the mirror as he lined his cock up with her cunt and pushed the tip in.
Jack's hand trailed seductively down Rhys' shoulder, over Rhys' breasts and finally over his nipples as Rhys slowly pushed the rest of the way inside of Gwen.
"Gwen?" Jack said, and he didn't need to say any more than that. Gwen reached up and took Jack's cock in her hand, then guided it into her mouth as Rhys began to thrust in and out of her and Jack began to tease Rhys' nipples into hardness. From this angle, every single thrust of Rhys' cock seemed to hit Gwen's g-spot, and in no time she was moaning onto Jack's cock, earning her a few appreciative grunts from Jack as Jack pinched and caressed the small pink lumps of Rhys' nipples. Rhys kept glancing into the mirror as he moved inside of her, admiring Jack admiring him, seeing how his cock looked inside of her and meeting her eyes once or twice as she bobbed her head on Jack's cock.
Neither of them could meet Jacks eyes because he was rather intently focused on Rhys' bare chest, but Gwen's sideways glances were occasionally rewarded with smiles from her fiancé and a rather uplifting feeling that this was working. Rhys pleasuring her with every thrust of his cock and Jack neglecting her with his hands and his eyes but somehow still making it clear that every moan was for her. He didn't call her a good girl. Not in front of Rhys. That sort of thing made Rhys uncomfortable, and it had taken them so long to get Rhys comfortable with threesomes that they didn't want t push their luck. Jack's voice said it for him, though. She was certainly making him happy, and that was enough.
When Jack came, he ran his nails over Rhys' chest without quite scratching him, rough but still playful, and balled his fingers into a fist. Gwen couldn't swallow all of his come, so a great deal of it ended up on her face and running down his thighs.
He pulled away, knelt down in front of her, and scooped the come on her face onto her finger, then licked it off. Jack kissed her softly just as Gwen's body gave into the pleasure that Rhys' thrusts were causing and she came hard with a surprised moan into Rhys' mouth. Rhys shouted and filled her pussy with his own come as only he had a right to, and then he backed off her and collapsed on the sofa.
Jack stayed on his knees for a moment after breaking the kiss and smiled at her.
"Inviting me over was a really good idea," Jack said. "Thank you. That was fun."
Gwen grunted appreciatively before she found her words. "You too. Thanks. Good ideas."
Jack seemed to actually know what that meant, somehow, so he said "You're welcome."
Gwen felt better about Owen. She was excited about Rhys. Despite the long explanation after they'd met John, she was still full of questions about Jack, but none of them seemed terribly urgent. She did not feel better about the situation with Ianto; That conversation hadn't ended the way that she'd wanted it to. Now wasn't the time to press it, though. There was no more complicated relationship in the world than that between a submissiive and their Dom, but Gwen was so glad she'd found it.