Advent Day Six

Summary: Set after Avengers: Endgame. Fluff and stuff leading up to Christmas.
Warning(s): Explicit. Disciplinary and erotic spanking; Heavy Domination/submission; sexual situations; dub/non-con (consent after the fact/reluctant agreement); violence and mentions of violence; AU

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Jack had only woken up long enough to eat dinner the night before and then promptly gone back to his room to sleep the night away. Fourteen hours later, he finally woke; just in time to catch the tail end of breakfast. "Morning..." he said, in a sleep roughened voice. He blinked when Stephen handed him a tablet with a bottle of water, but didn't question it, swallowing it down and chugging the whole bottle down.

"Antibiotics," Stephen said, so he'd know what he had taken.

Morgan looked over from her position between Tony and Pepper. "Who are you?" she asked curiously.

"My name is Jack Rollins." Jack smiled at the young girl.

Morgan blinked. "That's like.... three Jacks!" she declared.

Dane snorted. "We have a lot of Peters, too. May need some nicknames...."

"We're using middle names to differentiate the Peters," Harry commented. "Maybe we'd better start doing that with the Jacks."

"But I like calling Lil' Jack, Lil' Jack..." Morgan frowned. "And what if their middle name is really long?"

"You can still call Lil' Jack, Lil' Jack," Mordo said. "Just use the middle name for the adults. And if one of them has a middle name that's really long, then they can be 'big Jack' and the other one 'just Jack.'"

Jack Rollins snorted. "Just call me Rollins. I'll know who you mean and then you don't have to relearn a new name for everyone." He smiled. "That's what I got called most the time anyway."

Morgan looked relieved at the direction. "Okay... If you don't mind...."

"That's settled, then," Steve declared. "Problem solved." He stood to start clearing the breakfast items.

Rollins hesitantly began to help. Now that he was actually in the compound, he felt awkward. Out of place. Yes, he had changed sides- apparently Brock had, too- but he had been on the wrong side at one point. Fighting against Steve and Natasha... more so Steve. He felt like he should apologize, or explain, or something, but didn't have a clue how to do so in a way that didn't sound like he was making excuses.

Seeing Jack had made Brock happy. He and the other man had been good friends before. And it was gratifying to know that Jack had turned against HYDRA. He knew it would be difficult for his friend, though. Discovering how wrong you had been and then realizing you should have figured it out long before you did, had a way of eroding confidence and inflicting guilt. The combination was difficult to handle. He shifted closer to Sam, grateful his Dom understood and was able and willing to help him. He hoped whoever Jack bonded with could do the same.

Sam wrapped an arm around Brock's shoulders, gently tugging his mate in closer, and sent a wave of reassurance through the bond in response to the feelings he could sense from Brock.

Natasha moved quickly to help with cleanup. There was enough of them there now that they needed more people to help with clean up.

Once clean-up had been completed, Jessica looked around. She was visibly more relaxed, now that she knew Jack had got away. The man had been in constant danger spying for them and she would have felt horrible if he'd been caught and killed or 'converted'. She looked at Emil and Ilyana, seeing how at ease they both now seemed, since they'd bonded. She looked at Riktor and his bond-mate, Cooper, and could see the same with them. Being bonded seemed to agree with everyone.

"It's day six!" Morgan announced, as she marked off the calendar. "We need to start getting gifts! Or making them.... Will anyone be able to go out and look for stuff?" she asked hopefully. "I have a list of what I want to give people, but I'm not allowed to go out, so...."

"You can give me the list," Thor offered. "I can look for you."

Morgan quickly and excitedly handed Thor her list. He took a quick look. "I believe I know where to find all of these items!" He smiled.

"I think making lists is a good idea, Morgan." Steve smiled at her. "Maybe everyone should make lists...then we can figure out who the best people are to collect the items," he suggested. Since it wasn't practical for everyone to leave the base, he figured that was the best way to do it.

At that, all the children scattered to make lists. A few of the adults did as well.

"Sam, can we talk?" Jessica glanced toward the younger man and slanted her head toward the quarters.

Jack glanced toward Steve. "I know I can't go outside till I'm bonded, but if the kids show the lists to me, I can map out the best and safest places to go find the items. Given I know where most of Ultimus' patrols like to frequent...."

"That's a good idea," Steve agreed. "It'll be a big help."

"Yeah, sure." Sam looked a bit surprised, but willingly followed Jessica to the rooms.

Once they were in her room, Jessica turned toward Sam. "I don't know about you, but the idea of not being able to bond to someone until they find more people does not fill me with confidence. I want to have that protection now..." She paused. "We know each other. Unless you can't stomach being that closely tied to me, I think you and I should bond. You've seen Ilyana and Emil. The bond has helped both of them a lot. It could help us too...."

"I'm not against the idea," Sam said honestly. "But I meant what I said before. About coming along with a lot of baggage. I just want you to be aware of what you might be letting yourself in for."

Jessica gave him an unimpressed look. "Have you met me?" she asked, in a snarky tone. "Between the two of us, we could take a yearlong vacation and never get through all the baggage. I think maybe that's why we'd be perfect together, though. We would understand each other "

"I'm thinking more...do you want to take on my baggage as well as your own?" Sam's voice was wry. "I think I could handle it," he continued. "I haven't really had anyone...not since my powers manifested and...." He shook his head, thinking about what had happened with his family. "It'd be nice to have someone there," he admitted.

"If you can handle me, I can handle you," Jessica asserted. "And it would be nice to have someone... So. Is that a yes?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "It's a yes. I don't really feel comfortable taking charge, though," he admitted.

"That's good. I like being in control." Jessica smirked. "Ready to try now?"

"There's no reason to wait," Sam agreed.

"In that case." Jessica gave Sam a tiny smile and began tugging at his clothes. "We need to get these off...."

Sam swallowed and shifted enough to allow her easy access to remove his clothing. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to 'help' or not, since he was supposed to be the one submitting.

Jessica began to kiss the areas she exposed. "You can undress me too... It's okay..." She gave permission. She continued to undress him, stroking, and squeezing as well as kissing.

Sam groaned softly, his body responding to her touch. His member began to stir, taking an interest. He reached out and hesitantly began to remove her clothing, touching, and stroking what he could of her bare skin.

Jessica took her time- she wanted to make this good, not desperate- but even so, they were soon naked, and she was leading him to the bed. She gently pushed him down onto it, on his back, then climbed on top of him, straddling him. She continued to kiss, stroke, and rub his chest, shoulders and neck while she rubbed her lower body against his member, gently grinding down onto him.

Sam's groans became more pronounced and he arched against her, his member beginning to grow and swell. He reached his hands up to stroke and gently rub her breasts and down her chest and stomach.

Jessica grinned, continuing to rub and grind against him while kissing. Soon she could feel that he was aroused enough, and she knew she was wet enough. Reaching between them, she took hold of his member and lined him up, then slowly slid down onto him until he was as deep as he could go, and they were connected as tightly as they could be. "Hold on, Sam..." she ordered, with a saucy grin, before she began to rise and lower on him in a steady, rocking movement that made him rub inside her. She groaned at the pleasure.

Sam's groan was long and drawn out. His hands moved to her hips, gripping on tightly, as she rode him. "You feel...so good," he managed to get out, pleasure sparking through him at the feeling of being inside her.

Jessica's breathing was ragged, and she gasped out, "You feel wonderful!" She clenched around him to make more friction and began to move faster, bouncing up and down so he was hammering inside of her.

The moans and groans that escaped Sam's lips grew progressively louder and more drawn out. It didn't take long for his member to swell and grow to full hardness inside her and he began panting hard, gripping her hips tight.

"Any... any time you are ready..." Jessica panted. She was close to the edge herself and it wouldn't take much to take her over.

At her direction, it was almost frightening how quickly his release came over him. He let go, hard, inside her, panting for breath, his fingers gripping her hips firmly. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

Jessica shivered and growled softly as her own release came over her. When it was over, she collapsed on top of him, drained. Gathering enough strength to kiss the side of his neck and pull off him, falling to the side so she wasn't crushing him, she stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily, a big grin on her face. I think it worked. And if it didn't, I'm not against trying again. That was awesome.

I can feel you, he whispered in awe through the bond. Like a constant presence in my mind. It's comforting. I don't feel so alone, he admitted. Through the bond, it was clear he'd felt alone for a long time.

We'll never be alone again. And we can help each other now... Jessica promised. Thank you. For allowing me to bond with you. I think we'll be very happy with the results.

It's too late to change our minds now. A trace of amusement came through the bond.

True. Good thing I don't want to change my mind... Jessica grinned at him. I'll get some washcloths so we can clean up. Unless you want to take a shower with me? Then we can go out and join the others and see about adding to those Christmas lists.

I can do with a shower, he agreed, quickly getting up. The idea of preparing for Christmas was clearly one that intrigued him.

Chuckling softly, Jessica got up after him, leading him into the bath. We can gather your things and bring them here. I want us to share a room now that we are together. She reached in and started the shower to get it to a comfortable temperature; then, taking his hand, she pulled him in with her. They spent several pleasant minutes cleaning off.

***

Jack tried to stay out of the way. He didn't feel quite like he belonged. Yes, he'd turned on HYDRA and had been helping the resistance (or at least one group who was resisting) by spying, but he knew that didn't erase his past completely. He couldn't help feeling that Steve Rogers, and everyone else who had known of his past affiliation, had to distrust him at least a little. It would be deserved. But there was nothing he could do about it; even if it was only his guilt making him feel that way, it still felt that way. Maybe, if he was lucky enough to bond to someone that they all trusted implicitly, then they'd be able to trust that whoever bonded him could control him, if nothing else, even if they didn't really trust him. But that was assuming they found someone for him to bond to.  All he could do was stay out of the way and try not to do anything that would alarm them or cause them to distrust him further.

Natasha had noticed the look on Jack's face and how the man was keeping his distance from everyone else. She moved over and sat down next to him. "You know, you're not the only one to become disillusioned and turn against those who used to hold your loyalty." She'd been in a similar situation in the Widow program, until Clint had come into her life. If it hadn't been for him, she never would have found SHIELD.

"Maybe not. Still. For a long time, I was on the opposite side of nearly all these people. Can't help but feel I don't really belong here with them, even if I did eventually turn against their enemy," Jack said softly. "I can't imagine that any of them really trust me."

"Trust, real trust, takes time to build," she acknowledged. "Do you think you might feel a bit more at ease if you bond with someone?"

"Only if it is someone they could trust. If they trusted my bond mate, believed that they had some amount of control over me to keep me from betraying them, then I think I could feel more at ease. Maybe it is all in my head. Maybe the distrust isn't there. But... it's hard to believe it isn't." Jack shrugged faintly.

"What if we bonded?" Natasha asked outright. "Do you think that would work?"

"Maybe. They trust you. If you were in the Dominant position and could easily take control, if necessary, I think they'd feel more at ease. Which would help me feel more at ease..." Jack admitted. "It's hard to be in a place where it feels like no one trusts you. It was hard enough doing it when I was surrounded by HYDRA; I didn't trust them either. But feeling that way when you are surrounded by good guys... people who are trustworthy? It's a lot more difficult."

Natasha nodded. "I'm not from this dimension...but there are enough similarities between this one and my own that we can more easily trust each other. And if you think you'd feel a bit more at ease if we bonded, I don't have a problem with it. Although I don't think anyone here thinks you're untrustworthy," she added honestly.

Jack smiled unhappily. "Maybe they don't. Maybe it's just my own guilt catching up to me now that I'm safe and have time to reflect on my life choices. I just know I feel like I don't deserve or belong here." He shrugged. "If you are willing to bond me, I'll submit."

Natasha nodded. "Do you have a preference over which room to use? Yours or mine?" she asked.

"No preference." Jack shrugged. "Haven't really settled in, just slept. We can use yours, unless you'd rather I not be in your personal space." He was quiet. Quieter than the boisterous, flirtatious person he had always portrayed himself as. Having time to sit and reflect hadn't done him any favors.

Natasha shrugged. "I'm offering to bond with you. Refusing to have you in my personal space seems counterproductive to that." She stood up, intending to lead the way to her room.

Jack gave a tiny smile at that. "True enough." He stood as well to follow her.

Natasha was quiet until she led the way into her room and closed the door behind them. Then, she said, "I hope it isn't a problem to you that I'm far from a virgin."

"It would be a bit hypocritical of me if it was..." Jack acknowledged drolly. "I know what agents were expected to do. What I was expected to do..." He grimaced slightly. Some of the operations he'd been sent on had been far from pleasant. He didn't elaborate. He knew she understood.

Natasha nodded in understanding. "Well, this will hopefully be more pleasant than any of those kinds of missions."

Jack's smile was less grimacing at that. "I'm certain it will be. And if it prevents Ultimus from getting his grips into us...."

"Yes. That is an advantage," Natasha agreed. "Let me know if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable...since this isn't a mission where you need to pretend." She reached out, rubbing her hands down his arms, and began to remove his clothing.

"Okay... I don't expect it will hurt or be uncomfortable; beyond where the tracker was, anyway." He slowly began to run his hands over her body as well. He was leaving her in charge by necessity, so it would be easier for the others to trust him. But he wasn't the type to just sit back and do nothing either. If she told him to stop, he would.

"I'd make sure to avoid that area anyway." She shifted to let him explore her own body, encouraging him to do so, as she removed his clothing, letting her hands stroke, rub and squeeze. Then, she led him over to the bed.

Jack followed where she led, giving a tiny smile. "Can I help you with your clothes, or do you prefer to do it yourself?" He didn't attempt to hide. He wasn't overly modest, and he wasn't ashamed of his body. Plus... They were about to bond. He would belong to her shortly and she to him. She deserved to see what she was getting.

"You can help me with my clothes," she invited, as she gently pulled him down onto the bed with her. She leaned in to kiss him, letting her hands rub down his shoulders.

Jack returned the kiss as he began to remove her clothing, his hands exploring each piece of skin he uncovered. His body began to respond to her actions, becoming aroused very quickly.

Her own body quickly 'roused at his touch and she moaned softly against his lips, hands rubbing down over his chest and stomach...fingers stroking towards his member.

He groaned softly, gently nipping at her lips before opening his mouth in invitation to deepen their kiss. His member was fully hard and leaking precum, and it twitched as her hand came closer.

As she deepened the kiss, she let her hand gently grip his member, beginning to stroke it firmly. She shifted enough to press herself against him, feeling her arousal like an ache between her legs.

Jack would have been embarrassed at the tiny whimper of need he expelled when she began to stroke him, if he hadn't been so intent on trying to make her feel good as well. He made gentle, shallow thrusts against her hand, but otherwise stayed where she'd put him, content to let her be in charge and top him.

Body growing warm and flush with arousal, Natasha knew it wouldn't take long for her to reach the edge. Pushing him down gently onto the bed, she moved so that she was straddling him...and positioned them both so that she could guide him into her.

Jack looked up at her with needy, lust blown eyes. He held still as she held his erection, guiding him into her, and whimpered again softly before groaning low in his chest. He could feel her heat and wet, and it was all he could do not to buck upward; a test of his willpower and determination to submit fully to her. Somehow, he held still, but he was slightly trembling from the effort. He ached with need.

She began to rock on him, creating friction, encouraging softly, "You can react. Submitting doesn't mean just lying there and doing nothing. Unless you want to." She leaned down and kissed him again, then began to trail kisses along the line of his jaw and his neck.

Groaning again, he took her permission and ran, sliding his hands up her sides and around to cup and squeeze her breasts as he began to thrust upward to get deeper inside. His breathing was ragged as he gasped out, "Feels so good...."

"So do you..." she breathed out, voice rough and heavy with arousal. She moaned as he cupped and squeezed her breasts, the feel of his hands on her good.

He groaned again, his thrusting becoming more labored and quicker as he got closer to the edge.

She could feel how close he was...how close they both were. Rocking more frantically on him, she quickly ordered, "Let go." The moment he did, she knew that her own release would take her.

A tiny gasp escaped at the order and then he was shuddering, releasing hard inside her. He thought his climax might never end; it seemed as if his whole soul was pouring from him and into her for several long moments. When it finally subsided, he collapsed under her, a dazed but contented look on his face. He felt warm and safe and hopeful for the first time in years.

Natasha's own release came over her hard and she let her body slump over his as the waves of her orgasm came over her. Once those receded, she kissed his shoulder. I think it worked. Do you think it worked?

I can hear you in my head and it feels comforting, instead of scaring the hell outta me. I think it worked! he responded, with a hint of tired amusement. His bone weariness from many months of inadequate sleep and stress from being alone and spying was still playing havoc with his energy levels.

That's one problem we don't have to worry about anymore, she thought to him. You need to get more rest. I can take care of cleanup if you want to relax, she offered.

Are you sure? I can help... he offered, even though it was obvious he was very close to falling asleep mid-conversation.

Just rest, Jack, she responded. I've got this.

Thanks, love... Jack's appreciation for her travelled through the bond and then... he was asleep.

It didn't take long for Natasha to finish cleaning them both up. Then, she settled on the bed with him, allowing sleep to overtake her as well.

****

Back in the more public areas of the compound, small groups were playing games. Elsa glanced around. "Looks like a few more have gone to ensure Ultimus never gets them," she noted.

T'Challa had joined the smaller groups, joining in the game...along with Shuri, who was clearly very happy to have her big brother there, considering she'd lost him in her own dimension. He glanced around the group and then focused on Elsa. "Have you given any thought to whether you plan to bond?" he asked.

"I'm ready and willing. I'd like to not need to worry about Ultimus getting into my head... I think you and I are the only two unbonded other than the children, though, so unless you want to wait for other options...." Elsa smiled crookedly and shrugged.

T'Challa shrugged. "I have no problem bonding with you," he said honestly. "It would help to keep Ultimus out of our heads. And it wouldn't be a hardship, either," he added.

Elsa nodded. "How bout we sleep on it then, and after breakfast, if it still seems like a good idea, we can?" Waiting for his nod of assent, she glanced around, noting Morgan staring intently at the calendar.

"Whatcha doin, Sweet Pea?" Tony asked his daughter.

"Trying to see if staring at it makes it speed up, so we are one day closer to Christmas!" Morgan said impishly, making it clear she knew it didn't work that way and she was just teasing.

Tony laughed. "How about we all head to bed and sleep? That is a good way to make time fly by."

Everyone agreed and soon, the common areas had cleared as everyone went to their own private quarters, bringing an end to Day Six.