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"Mmm, you'd get bored eventually. You like people. You like dancing. You couldn't live like this. I'm never enough," Logan murmured between kisses, letting out a moan as he arched against Jack.

Jack would have liked to argue the point but he knew it was the truth. Logan knew him too well. It was one of many things that he loved about his husband. No one knew him as well.

"Shut up," he said, rather than fighting about it. He reached up and covered Logan's mouth with his hand and turned his attention to the man's throat and neck again, kissing and nuzzling as his other hand slid into Logan's underwear.

"You shut up," Logan gasped, moaning and bucking into Jack's hand as he tangled his fingers in the other man's hair. "So. Damn. Bossy." he accused.

"You love it," Jack said softly. He twisted into the grip on his hair and his eyes rolled back with pleasure. "Nnngh, God, Logan. That hurts."

The pain was totally welcome, though. Jack didn't try to escape it at all.

"You like it," Logan replied simply, tugging harder. "Say you like it. ...Say you love it, baby."

"I do. You know I do," he moaned. His fingers curled around Logan's cock and he stroked him slowly as he savored the sting.

"Love when you hurt me like that. Feels so good."

Of course, he liked doing it to Logan, too. It was such a good balance, he thought. Give and take. Perfect.

Logan yanked hard and then let go, smacking Jack lightly across the face.

He wanted to play, and he knew exactly how to bate the other man into one of his games.

The slap was a shock and as the burn of it lingered on his cheek, Jack looked at Logan with dark eyes. He let go of the man's dick so he could reach up and grab his wrist and press his arm to the bed.

"Ass," he hissed. "Think you can just get away with that?"

"Yes," Logan replied, slapping Jack again with his free hand and then trying to roll them over.

Jack fought him to stay on top but Logan got just the right leverage and Jack toppled over. He kept his hold on Logan's wrist...for all the good it did.

"Get off," he snarled, but the weight of the man and the hard pressure of his cock so close to Jack's own erection made him less than convincing. He didn't care that Logan was a little high. It felt good to have him on him.

Logan laughed, the roll making his head spin as he squirmed on top of the other man.

"I'm trying to," he replied, grinning at his own joke and pushing down on Jack's shoulder.

Logan's joke made him snicker a little and he wrestled the other man a little harder. All he managed to do was buck and grind against him.

"I'm too dressed for this. So are you. Take your pants off."

"You first," Logan demanded. "I like watching you get naked. I love it."

He wriggled a little and reached down to push his pants off. It wasn't the easiest thing to do. He lifted his ass, his shoulders pressing hard into the bed, then he kicked his legs to get them out of the way.

"There," he said, stroking his hands up and down his stomach and thighs, showing off just a little. "Now you."

Logan took a moment to admire the view before fumbling to get the last of his own clothes off. His coordination was crap, and he slumped to the side as he kicked his underwear to the floor.

Jack took advantage of Logan's lapse to pounce. He pinned the man down and kissed him again, then bit his lip...hard.

It hurt, and Logan let out a sharp sound as he struggled hard. He was high, but he wasn't helpless, and he did his best to try and knee Jack in the groin.

He wasn't above fighting dirty.

It missed, but just barely. And it was hard enough that it made Jack wince and draw back.

"Ass," he hissed again then popped Logan across the face with an open hand.

"Control freak," Logan countered, slapping Jack hard in return. "You can't boss me around anymore. You can't overpower me. You must hate that. You used to fight me and know you'd win. ...Now you never know."

"I could win. I didn't used to care if I hurt you, though," he replied as he grabbed Logan's arms to hold him down. He shifted his legs to force the man's thighs apart so he wouldn't be able to kick him again.

"There was a time I didn't mind beating the shit out of you."

Logan gasped, surprised by the force and strategy in Jack's actions. He'd been sure they were an even match now, but every time Logan thought he'd found even ground, JAck would find a way to show him how wrong he was.

"I know. I remember. ...I felt the same way."

"It's harder now," Jack admitted, jerking Logan's arms over his head. "But I can still hurt you. You want it, don't you? Tell me you want it more than you want to hurt me..."

"I like it all," Logan replied, closing his eyes and trying to focus on getting free. "I liked having you tied down, at my mercy... Remember the first time? The first time you let me do that... I couldn't believe you trusted me."

He took a breath and opened his eyes. "I wouldn't have trusted me."

"I didn't trust you..." Jack said. Logan could be so squirmy and it made Jack hard-- which made it hard to concentrate.

"Or maybe I did," he admitted. "Maybe I knew, even then, that you wouldn't really hurt me. Even though...well. You remember when I got out of the TARDIS? The belt? I trusted you then and you took advantage of it."

Logan faltered, going still at the mention of the belt.

If there was anything Logan was ashamed of, it was that. The way he'd behaved, the way he'd hurt the other man.

It made him sick.

"I'm sorry. I just... I was so angry. I was so angry, and you didn't get it. It made me realize that I was falling for you- because I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."