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Logan had never been the sort of child who tip-toed down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. He'd learned the hard way that peeking at presents never ended in anything but punishment. Not to mention the fact that Aaron had made quick work of ruining any dreams of Santa by telling Logan he wasn't real at a very young age.

There was no room for make-believe at the Echolls home. Not that it had ever been easy to get lost in a dream world in a house full of violence and anger anyeway.

So on Christmas morning, Logan didn't slip out of bed. Instead he slid closer to Jack, holding the other man tightly and letting himself be grateful for what he thought was the best gift he could get that year.

Jack.

Jack was still there. Logan hadn't managed to chase him off or ruin what they had. He hadn't lost the other man to someone better. If anything, he'd gained more and more of Jack as time went by- and that was all Logan really wanted this year.

Nuzzling the other man's neck, he hummed softly and then whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jack."

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"Hey!" Jack protested, once again cleaning up after the younger man. He carefully picked up the curved pieces of broken glass and carried them gingerly to the garbage bin.

"You know, if I wasn't around, you'd just live in crap. You'd move to a new hut after you filled one up with trash and couldn't even get to your bed."

He was only half teasing. When Logan lived in the Hamlet his place had been decent enough. Messy, but not tragic. It seemed like now that he had Jack to take care of cleaning, Logan didn't even try most of the time. And sometimes...sometimes it really got on Jack's nerves.

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Logan looked at Jack as if he was waiting for the other man to get to the point, and then rolled his eyes.

"So? You like keeping stuff neat, I don't care that much- it balances things out," he said, knowing full well he was just winding Jack up. "Besides, it's just not in my nature to be tidy. I never had to be. Even when I was a baby, there was someone there to pick up my toys," he grinned.

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"I don't like it. I just do it," Jack shot back. It wasn't anything he could help- it had been drilled into him until there really wasn't any option but to keep things orderly and tidy.

"I'm not your fucking nanny, you know," he added darkly, washing his hands just in case there was any glass on them. "And just because I like taking care of you doesn't mean I like cleaning up your shit. You don't need to be so lazy."

So maybe he was pushing a few buttons of his own. But it felt good. Normal. Christmas or not, confessions or not, Jack couldn't help himself. He couldn't be fawning all over Logan all the time. Be nice for too long practically made him itch.

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"If you were my nanny, this relationship would be way more kinky," Logan smirked, stepping in closer. "I don't need you to take care of me- I don't need you to clean. No one's making you. I never asked you to. I'd clean it up eventually, you just can't stand waiting. You can't stand having a damn thing out of place."

He was getting himself worked up as he spoke, and with one causal wave of his hand, he broke another ornament. "You can't stand a mess, yet you live with me. Fucking masochist."

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Logan was close enough that Jack's first impulse may have been the worst. He lifted his hands and shoved him away- of course it was toward the tree and the slightest disturbance had more ornaments dropping to the floor and shattering like delicate grenades.

"Fuck you," he snarled. Not exactly a sentiment in the holiday spirit.

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Staggering back, Logan had to catch himself to stop himself from falling into the tree, though he still hit it hard enough to knock more ornaments to the floor.

The floor was covered in sparkling bits of glass now, the tree looking more and more bare and far less jolly. "You're such a dick," he snapped, suddenly feeling guilty about ruining the tree and hating Jack for ruining it even more.

It had started off as a game, but he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted at all. "Whatever, I'm not in the mood for this, he decided, shoving Jack out of the way and heading off to get the broom.

He could clean. Jack wanted him to clean? Fine, he'd fucking clean, and Jack could- Jack could go to hell.

So much for a quick roll in the sheets. Apparently Logan had hit the wrong buttons this time.

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Jack jerked the broom rom Logan's hands and tossed it aside.

"Leave it," he sneered. You don't give a crap about it anyhow." And then, as if to prove he was the opposite of a masochist, Jack grabbed Logan by the ront of the shirt and hauled him close. Once upon a time, he'd admitted, he ought with Logan because that was all he could get...pretty much. But he'd told Logan how hed wanted him. How long he'd wanted him. How much he'd wanted him. And now that he had him? He still ound himself wanting to fight.

"You really think I'm a masochist?" he asked, digging his fingers into Logan's side, into the tender nerve cluster. "Never thought there could be another reason, asshole?"

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Logan cried out as Jack's fingers attacked the cluster of nerves, trying to jerk away as he gasped for breath.

"Bastard," he swore, his hand shaking as he shoved at the other man and swung low, hitting Jack's side with his fist. "You're hurting me," he hissed.

Not that he cared. Not that he'd ever cared. With Jack, pain and pleasure were all the same- and while Logan hadn't been looking to fight, he'd take what he could get.

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Jack took a step back and a part of an ornament crunched into dust beneath his shoe. When he looked at Logan, his chin ducked and his eyes blazing and dark. The thrill of a ight shot through him, burning hot and making something in his chest catch- not to mention shooting straight to his crotch.

"I'm good at it, aren't I?" he smirked, feigning with his right while his left ist arced from his hip to sucker punch the younger mans unguarded stomach.

"You like it most of the time. Beg for it like a bitch."

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Logan crumpled slightly, the truth of Jack's words hitting him harder than the punch and filling him with shame.

He did love it. Needed it sometimes. Nothing got him off more than the pain Jack could give him, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

He knew what Jack wanted though- he knew he other man wanted a fight- and if Logan was good at giving anything, it was a damn good fight.

Straightening up, he growled as he swung in return, once and then again. The first punch was high, catching Jack's jaw, but the next was low, catching Jack in the stomach once and then again. "At least I have the balls to ask for what I need sometimes," he snarled.

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Jack grunted and staggered back, hitting the wall and banging his head. All he could think of was how good Logan had gotten at fighting since those first few times on the beach. The beach that was now contained, a bit of it anyway, in a little vial sitting in a chest.

"You ask for everything, you greedy little shit," he countered, pushing off the wall and swinging hard and fast. "Nothing's ever enough, is it?"

He grabbed onto Logan's shirt and pulled hi close, tugging and shoving and jerking him around the room. His jeans just kept getting tighter and he ached to get closer to the younger man. It was the most fucked up foreplay and he knew it. He just couldn't seem to care. Not when pain bloomed along his jaw and made him want to kiss Logan hard enough to make his jaw throb. Not when the flat smack o knuckles against skin only made him think of other obscene sounds of skin against skin. The more he thought o it, the more the air in the room filled with the heady pheromones of Jack's desire.

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"Fuck you!" Logan snapped, struggling hard and kicking the other man's shin as he shoved his hand in his face to push him away.

"Smug, stuck up, asshole," Logan growled, drawing his hand back and slapping Jack hard. "God, you're such a hypocrite. I want pain? I'm not the one about to burst out of my fucking pants," he snarled, making sure Jack knew he'd noticed the visible bulge.

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"You hitting me...not the reason, he replied breathlessly, then threw a punch right for Logan's jaw. "It's watching you. It's all about you, isn't it? There's nothing in the world like getting you to say stop."

And then he unleashed, fists and knees, elbows and feet, Jack kicked and hit and shoved Logan around. All through it, the fire burned merrily and the lights on the tree twinkled. Outside was the sound of sleigh bells and the train, but all Jack ocused on was Logan. How he sounded, how he looked-

Jack's gaze dropped to Logan's crotch, too.

"Doesn't look like you hate it, either."

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Logan took it for as long as he could, returning punches when the chance arose, but mostly just trying to block them.

He was against the wall in the end, his arms up and his face turned away as he panted, "Stop. Just stop."

He was a little hard, but it wasn't thanks to the fight. Logan enjoyed violence, but this wasn't the kind of pain that got him up- it was just where it all seemed to start sometimes. "What do you want me to say, Jack? That I'm sorry? I'm not sorry. You want me to say I'm hard? I'm hard, but I'd be harder if you had me naked over your knee instead of backed against the fucking wall. I like fighting, but I'm not your fucking punching bag, and pretending to be isn't hot."

He narrowed his eyes and swung one last time, hard enough to really hurt. Hard enough to make it clear he was done.

"Merry fucking Christmas," he muttered, pushing away from the wall and wiping his nose with his sleeve.

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It took him a minute to recover from the punch, but when he did, he was on Logan again in a heartbeat. He wasnt done. Not by a long shot. He got thw man in a headlock with his other arm coiled beneath Logans arm. Twisted together like that, he dragged the younger man to the kitchen table where they'd just eaten and he orced him to bend over it.

"Know what you like," was all he said, smacking his ass with a hard palm through his pants. Jack's hand came down hard a couple more times, then he let Logan's neck go so he could use both hands to pull his pants down and expose his bare ass.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Jack purred, his voice dark and dangerous as he brought his palm down again against bare, pale skin.

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"I'm not playing with you!" Logan shouted, struggling hard and doing everything he could to try and slip away.

His anger could only do so much though, and his body was quick to betray him. It didn't matter that he was angry and wound tight, his body reacted to Jack against his will, recognizing his smell and his touch and instantly lighting up until he was glowing brighter than the bulbs on the tree.

He was bruised and sore, but the smacks were oddly reassuring, each one stinging but calming him down. His palms lay flat against the wood of the table, and his cock grew harder with every smack.

"You think you're so fucking smart- think you know everything. Think-ow!" Logan hissed, whimpering and going quiet as he fumed to himself.

They were playing his favorite game now, but that didn't change the fact that he felt wronged. He'd enjoy Jack's attention while it lasted, but if the older man had any sense, he'd watch his back. This only meant that Logan would strike back when Jack least expected it.

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Jack kept spanking him until his cheeks were rosy and hot. Laying his hand between Logan's shoulder blades, he shoved the younger man down to the table and held him there so he could reach between his legs and grab his cock and then tease his balls, tugging and rolling them between his fingers.

"See...this is exactly why I gag you, you chatty bastard," he pointed out, cupping Logan's balls while he worked his thumb against the tender hole.

"Seeing you like this? It's amazing that I ever had any self control around you at all. This is how I'd have liked you from day one. Bent over a table in the kitchen- strawberries all over your fingers and lips..."

With his free hand he popped his fly and pulled out his dick, jerking of at a urious pace against Logan's bare skin.

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"You almost never gag me. You don't have the patience to wait long enough to find the gag," Logan argued, talking back as a last attempt to seem in control.

His ass stung and his cock was throbbing, and Jack- Actually, he wasn't sure what Jack was doing. He ached though, and his skin flushed as he tried not to imagine what Jack was saying.

"I'll talk if I want to talk," he muttered, biting back a deep moan.

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"Maybe I just like your mouth," Jack said breathlessly, ingers ghosting across Logan's cock while he kept pulling at his own didck in desperation.

"The things you say. They way your voice sounds. Your...tongue. And your...lips. The way you look with those lips wrapped around my cock...sucking and sliding and-ah, shit- Logan. And you say...you say the best things. The way your mouth moves when you say Captain. How your lips part when I slide in. And your tongue..."

That was as ar as he got in his narration of how much he liked Logans mouth. Thinking about it in such detail ater the fight and the bitter words, he didnt bother to try to hold back. He came on Logan's abused ass and smeared the spunks around with his cock a little while the majority ran down the younger man's thigh. He recovered quickly and before Logan had time to realize or react, Jack bent down and jerked his pants back up to cover the white splattered pink skin.

"Leave those on. At least until your ass doesn't look like youve been punished for being a tramp."

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Startled, Logan stared down at the table, Jack's voice behind him making him shiver a little. He didn't know the rules to this game, and he was still hard and aching for more.

The come was slick, and he could feel it on his leg and on his ass. It was humiliating, and he kind of hated it, but he couldn't bring himself to disobey- not when it was turning him on the way it was.

"That's not fair," he protested finally, turning to look at Jack. "I didn't even get to come." Narrowing his eyes, he stepped up to Jack and got right in his face. "If you expect me to spend today like this, I expect you to get on your knees and suck me off."

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"Maybe I will. Eventually," Jack said, giving Logan another smack on the ass. "First...you should clean up that mess before one of us gets cut. I have something else to do."

Now that the severe edge of lust was gone, he could think. The fire in Logan's eyes kept him wound up, but he still tucked himsel away and straightened his clothes. As soon as he was all in order, he started for the stairs to head for their bedroom.

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Scowling, Logan grabbed the broom and yanked open the front door. Jack was upstairs, unable to supervise- and so Logan would clean how he wanted.

Sweeping the shards of glass onto the recently cleared porch, he slipped his shoes on and brushed them into a nearby bush. The glass stuck in the snow, making it glitter even more than before.

Kicking his shoes back off, he quickly closed the door before Jack could see what he'd done, and tossed the broom back into the corner. It looked clean, and that was good enough for him.

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Jack knew how it worked and he didn't have any illusion that this would be any different. He'd had his fun with Logan- fun that left him sore as bruises began to bloom in places. Fun enough that it was Logans turn...

Jack stripped out of his clothes and folded them neatly, then as he heard Logan open the door and the sounds of sweeping, he made the bed. Everything was tidy and neat. Tidier than usual. Jack went to the extreme end, so ar as to make the bed tight enough to meet military regulations. And in the middle of it, on top of the cheery and festive bedspread, lay the collar and the belts.

And Jack stood, naked and waiting.

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Logan hung out downstairs a while Longer, scowling and glaring at the floor. Though eventually he headed upstairs.

He was startled by the sight of Jack- naked and waiting, and Logan wondered what that said about him. What that made him. Jack was waiting for Logan's payback, and it hit the younger man hard.

Hard enough that he had to take a step back and breathe.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his anger less sharp now. Less intense.

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"Me? Nothing," he replied innocently. The heat from the fireplace made the upstairs toasty warm and standing there naked was comfortable. He gave Logan a sly smile and his eyes twinkled a little.

"I was starting to think you were never going to come up here, though. I thought you expected something..."