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The pain was rewarded with more force, though the spanking eased of with a simple brush if fingers. He wedged his hand between them and wrapped his palm around Logan's cock, pulling him off at an eager pace.

"Do it," he ordered. "Hurt me. Mark me. So you know I'm yours, too. Come on me, you filthy little shit. I want to make you lose it."

The headboard was rocking so hard that Logan was sure the bed would break- yet he couldn't really bring himself to care.

He felt hot and wired, and he bucked back into Jack's thrusts with a moan as he used all his strength to roll them over. The bed creaked loudly in protest, the mattress sagging a little as one of the boards holding it up gave way. Not that it mattered when they were both dangling off the edge of the bed already.

"I'm not done," Logan growled, riding Jack's cock hard and grabbing the other man's wrist in a vice like grip.

Jack struggled against Logan's grip, testing to see how set the other man was on this twist. When it was clear he wasn't getting up without a real fight- something he wasn't sure the bed would handle- he arched and thrust but didn't try to get free.

"God, yes," he hissed, his eyes rolling back and fluttering closed. The skin of his arms burned where the scratches began to welt. Bringing his knees up, he dug his heels into the bed in a vain attempt to keep from tumbling to the floor.

"Lo- shit, Logan," Jack gasped, willingly taking everything Logan dished out.

"Knew you liked it better like this," Logan growled, lifting and falling back onto Jack's cock over and over as he raked his nails down the other man's chest.

"I'm gonna come on you- tell me you want that," he panted, lifting one hand and smacking Jack's cheek hard enough to sting.

"Say it. I want you to say it," he panted. "Say that your mine. That you don't care about all those other people who want you. Say it, Jack," he demanded.

"I'm yours," he groaned, reaching to hold Logan's hips. "I want you all over me. Inside me. Come on me. Fuck me. Ride me. Shit, Logan...I don't care about anyone else. No one. I'm all yours. Everything...it's all yours."

His breath hitched and he choked, his whole body jerking as the tension built too fast, to strong to hold back. He came without warning, spilling inside Logan with a nearly pained keening. But he didn't stop. As long as Logan was riding him, he did his best to keep pace.

Hand wrapped firmly around his cock, Logan jerked off fast, still fucking himself on Jack's cock, even after the other man was spent.

"Jack- Fuck, captain," Logan panted, crying out as he spilled across the other man's stomach.

He was still sore from where Jack had smacked him, and it was burning more and more as time passed. Slowly, he moved to lay near the other man, panicking a little when the bed sagged even more.

"Shit," he swore, clutching at Jack when he was sure the bed was about to give way.

Jack was too sated to think. He wrapped an arm around Logan, the other moving to his stomach to rub Logan's seed into his skin. There was mention of a shower earlier, so he didn't care if he was sticky for a little while. The heat and slip of it felt good compared to the stinging pain where Logan had torn at him.

The bed lurched and Jack hung on tighter, exhaling a soft laugh. His head was buzzing and he didn't want to move...even if it meant breaking the furniture even more. There wasn't anything he couldn't fix, after all.

"I love you so damned much," he said, pressing a kiss against Logan's damp locks. "You make me crazy, and I love you."

Logan laughed, grinning a little as he squirmed closer and held on, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man.

"Love you too," he whispered. "I don't mean to make you crazy. I love you."

"You might not mean to...but you do it. Or other people do it. I'm sorry I get so jealous. It's...it's stupid. I know it is," Jack admitted quietly. "I just really don't know what I'd do if someone came along and took you. Or if you got tired of me and, I don't know, if you got sick of this mess. We've talked about this before, but I can't quit worrying about it."

"You think I don't worry about the same thing?" Logan asked. "Jack, I worry every time you smile at someone. Every time you talk to House or flirt with the newest arrival... I know you could do better than me, and I don't know what I'll do when you finally work out that I'm- no where near good enough."

Jack turned his head slowly to look at Logan. His eyes stung and they glistened in the low light.

"You're a better man than I deserve," he said with such gravity that it nearly choked him. "I think that since I've been with you, I've become a better person. I need so much, and you give me everything and more. You never hold back with me, and you don't let me run away from...anything. I can be selfish. I can be quiet. I can be anything and I know you aren't scared of me or repulsed by my past- or my future. You live now, and that's all that matters. I've always had to be so strong, Logan. You make it okay to let go sometimes. Do you get what that means to me? To have someone I trust to be here while I figure out what kind of guy I am?"

It wasn't like Jack to be so open and honest, and Logan didn't take it lightly.

Holding on tighter, he kissed Jack's cheek and stroked his hair. "And I'll still be here even after you've worked it out. No matter what you become- I'm not leaving. I love you, all of you, all sides. That's never gonna change, Jack. Ever. I swear on my life."

"I know that," he said as he brushed his lips against Logan's face.

"And no matter what, when you'r strong, Ill love you. When you're fragile, I'll love you. Nothing you can do is ever going to drive me away. Even if you can't be secure in the knowledge of anything else- and let's face it...it can be hard to feel secure on this island about anything- I. Will. Be. Here."

Logan hid his face against Jack's neck, inhaling deeply and letting out a long sigh. "I know. I believe you. I never thought there would be someone who'd stay with me- but I know you will, Jack."

He moved closer, wincing when something else on the bed snapped and sagged.

"...I really hope you're planning on fixing this," he said with a soft laugh.

"You're the one who broke it," Jack pointed out. Maybe you should fix it." He was going to fix it, of course. It was a just a couple slats, he was sure. It was still not as fun to let Logan off the hook entirely.

"I can't believe you broken the bed. Do you know how long it's been since we broke furniture?"

"I didn't break it," Logan protested. "You broke it. And it's not my fault we break things- really. Okay sometimes it is," he admitted, trailing off and glancing to the side.

"...Whatever, I'm not fixing it. We can totally put the mattress on the floor. You like it there anyway," he accused, giving the other man a wicked sort of look.

"We can deal with it later though- After we shower."

Jack had a feeling that Logan would fix it eventually. While Jack didn't mind sleeping on a barely-padded section of floor, he knew what Logan was accustomed to. And he knew the man could make really good furniture when he put his mind to it.

"Okay, whatever," he replied noncommittally. "Why don't you get up. Carefully. I think we go slow, we won't make it any worse than it is."

Logan groaned a little and then slowly got to his feet, the bed creaking as he slipped off the mattress.

"Come on, hurry up. I have plans to make today's shower really good," he promised, stretching a little and rolling his shoulders.

He rolled out of bed and landed on his knees so he could look below it and assess the damage. Just a couple cracked boards...nothing that would be hard to fix. Jack sat back on his heels and looked up at Logan.

"A really good shower..." he remarked, delighted by the sound of it. He'd felt gross before, covered with the residue of sleep, and now he was even worse.

"Sounds good. Just let me get dressed," he added, climbing to his feet as he checked his arms for the actual damage there.

Logan could see the welt like marks he'd left on Jack's arms, and he was fairly sure they looked worse than the bruise on his ass or the bright red mark on his cheek. Still, he wasn't sorry, and he didn't appologize. If you asked him, Jack looked better like that.

Marked as his.

"Okay. I'm gonna get dressed and then grab a few things. I'll meet you outside," he added, making it clear that Jack wasn't going to see what he was bringing until they were there.

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Jack just gave a nod and picked out a few clothes. Ones that were already dirty to put on, some clean, warm ones to layer on afterward. And, of course, the winter things. It wasn't long before he was at the door and dressed for the hike to the compound.

"Would you hurry up?" he called, teasing...mostly. Then he opened the door and stepped out. The dogs looked up from their bed by the fire like he was crazy.

"Don't rush me!" Logan called back.

He did the same as Jack. tossing on some clothes that needed washing, but grabbing some clean clothes before slipping on his winter coat and grabbing one last thing.

He slipped the surprise into his coat pocket, and quickly headed downstairs.

He only paused long enough to give both the dogs a scratch, and then hooked his arm with Jack;s and lead the other man outside.

It didn't seem as cold as before, of course, he wasn't burning with a fever this time, either. He kept Logan close and smiled at the decorations. It seemed that now that a few days had passed, everything was decorated. There were even some train tracks clear of snow. Jack listened and there was a high pitched whistle off in the distance.

"Have you noticed a train?" he asked, looking at the tracks for a second before continuing on to the compound.

Logan looked down at the tracks and then over at Jack. "Nope," he said honestly. "Maybe some turn of the century villain turned up with them. You know, to tie damsels too," he quipped lightly, squinting as he tried to focus on what looked like a train heading their way.

Jack caught sight of it and snorted.

"It's too little to do anything to a damsel," he remarked. "It looks like it was made for kids."