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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."

Jack held him tighter as the words hit home. For just a moment he felt as if he couldn't breathe.

"I love you," Jack said, then took the time to wet his lips.

"Why did it take us so long? We wasted so much time fighting."

"We were idiots. We were in love with other people. There were a million reasons," Logan gasped. "We figured it out though."

"What a waste of time," he murmured. Jack dropped and rolled onto his side and pulled Logan along with him. He kissed him again and hooked his leg over Logan's and eased against him as close as he could get.

"I'm so glad I've got you now."

"Things worked out," Logan said softly. "It was really bad, for both of us, and then it got good again. You started coming around, and life just got better. I got better."

"You make me a better man," he said quietly. "You don't even do anything. You just...you make me want to be good. Worth it."

Logan said nothing, he simply pressed closer and kissed Jack until he was breathless.

His heart ached in the best way, and he held on tightly to the other man.

"I'm not killing your high, am I?" he asked, stroking his hand down Logan's back. Even after all this time,even though they were married, it was still a big deal to him to touch Logan's back. He hadn't forgotten how it felt when Logan had said it was okay.

"No- no you always make it better," Logan assured him. "Keep touching me. I love that. You're the only person who can touch me there and make me feel good."

"I love you," Jack said again, as if Logan might have forgotten in the past few minutes. "I'll always make it good. I promise."

He kissed him again, earnest and sweet, and let his hand move up to Logan's neck and then all the way down to his ass.

And then he spanked him, just once. Just one hard smack and then he was tracing the muscles of his back again.

The smack made him tense, and he responded by pinching Jack's hip.

"Jerk," he accused lightly. "Always trying to smack me down..."

Jack yelped and smacked Logan's ass again. He laughed and pulled Logan closer and rolled himself so he could get the upper hand again. Every chance he got, he spanked Logan again.

"You've got the best ass," he said. How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?"

"I dunno, maybe you could try some self restraint," Logan gasped, smacking Jack in return and pinching his ass.

"Or maybe I don't want you to. Maybe I like it."

"I'll leave the restraints in your hands," he purred. He smoothed his hand over the swell of Logan's ass and groped him rudely and then pulled him closer.

"I know what you like," Jack said softly. "I know just what makes you moan. Do you want me to? Make you moan?"

"God you're smug. Why do I love that so much? Why is it I love how damn smug you are?" Logan asked with a grin, catching Jack's wrist as he spoke and giving him a challenging look.

"Because you're my bitch?" Jack snorted. "No...because, um, I have no idea. Because you love me."

Jack groped Logan's ass again and then hooked his thigh to pull his leg up against Jack's hip.

"God, I want you."

"Fuck you, I'm not your bitch," Logan laughed. "...I do love you though," he said after a beat. "You have no idea how much."

Quietly, he stroked Jack's cheek.

"You are stunning, you know that?" he asked.