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Maybe it was a fetish, but Jack hated labels of all sorts. He just knew what he liked. Too bad for the universe that what he liked amounted to pretty much everything. He'd left the compound and made his way back to his hut with Logan, covertly keeping tabs on how the guy handled breathing the cold air. Cold air wasn't a problem inside. The strange, round hut was warm and dry. Dulcita lay curled on an old shirt of Jack's near the fire and mewed at the pair when they came in, demanding the food she'd been promised.

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"Don't think we can have it both ways," Jack chuckled. He ran his fingers through Logan's hair, caught it and pulled a bit, then rested his knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. A moment later, his lips were against Logan's, his tongue darting lightly as it flicked against his lips. The remaining clothes were forgotten as the plan changed in a heartbeat--from naked to a much simpler goal of closer.

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Head tilting back, Logan gasped into the kiss, holding Jack a little tighter as he pulled him close.

Jack radiated heat, and every touch was electric. Logan couldn't understand it really, but every time he was with the other man, he felt buzzed. Even when they were simply touching, there was something about Jack that got him going. Something about the other man's touch that made him want so much more.

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Jack pushed his hand up beneath Logan's shirt and dragged it higher, exposing his stomach so that when he pushed the guy down to the bed, bare skin meeting bare skin. He groaned into the kiss and wormed his way closer as he straddled Logan's thigh and curled over him.

It was electric, the way it felt every time he was close like this. It was like if he could just get a fraction closer, hold him tighter, kiss him deeper, then maybe for a moment he could understand how it felt to be like that. To just let go and...not give a shit.

He never quite seemed to get there.

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Sliding his hands up the other man's chest, Logan pushed the shirt off Jack's shoulders and groaned softly. Even with the shirt out of the way, he found his fingertips roaming over soft skin, exploring every line and tracing every curve of muscle. Memorizing every detail as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the other man's jaw.

Silently he found himself wondering just how much Jack planned. If the other man could somehow predict his every action to plan out their time together. And if so, what exactly did he have in store for them in the long run? It seemed almost sad to think Jack knew. After all, wasn't half of the fun not knowing?

He seemed thoughtful as he opened his eyes again, dragging his nails slowly down the other man's back. Little details and actions that attempted to break away from what might be expected.

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He twisted slightly and muscle moved beneath skin, chasing Logan's nails. Sometimes, just sometimes, a touch or a look or the sounds he made could strip Jack and leave him raw, but only for a second. Best seconds of his life. Seconds that made him do stupid shit, only to try to come up with a plan on the fly to get control of the chaos he'd instigated.

"Do something," he whispered. "Go for it. Teach me something."

He made a valiant attempt to simply float, to simply go along with whatever happened, but he was already thinking through dozens of if he...then I... plans.

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Wetting his lips, Logan leaned back, watching Jack's face as he tried to think of something that Jack would never expect. Something unusual and strange that Logan had never done before.

His instinct was to go with the obvious. To grab Jack roughly and roll them over. But there was nothing unusual about that. It was rare that Logan didn't struggle for dominance, and the other man would see it coming from a mile away.

There were strange fetishes to explore, but Logan was no where near as creative as Jack when it came to that sort of thing. His own sexual history was beyond Vanilla when compared to the other man's, and there was nothing he could think of that Jack probably hadn't thought of himself.

No, it had to be more personal than that.

Grinning, it came to him slowly, and he pulled away from the other man with a soft smile. "Fine, get up, get dressed, we're gonna do something different," he decided. "We're going to start over. Just for today. You're going to pretend you don't know a damn thing about me, and I'm going to pretend that simply looking at you don't make me hard. ...And you're going to win me over and get me into bed. And you know why it'll be fun? Because every little plan of yours just won't work this time. Everything you think I like and want? It's all different now, and all you'll be able to do is guess."

Leaning in again, he kissed his way up Jack's jaw one more time, knowing it would likely be a long wait before he could do it again. "We can play it however you want. You can be pushy or subtle... You can be mean or nice, just don't think. Do. Treat me like a mission you weren't prepared for. No intel, just one simple goal, getting us back into bed. Nothing you'll do will be wrong, Jack, just promise me you won't over think any of it."

Pulling away again, Logan got to his feet and began to dress. "I'll be in my hut, don't wait too long to come find me. I might surprise you and invite someone else in if you take too long," he teased.

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Of anything and everything he'd tried to anticipate...Logan's suggestion hadn't even entered his mind. The shock had him standing still, jaw hanging slack, and trying to puzzle out just how he could possibly do that. He knew Logan well enough that pretending he didn't? That would be a challenge. Or maybe not, if Logan wasn't going to be his usual self. Shit...this wouldn't be easy, but just the thought of it made him grin. The shot of adrenaline at the thought of a challenge like this made his heart race.

"I'll give you enough time to get there," he replied as he moved to retrieve his clothes. A mission he wasn't prepared for. Logan had no idea how apt a description that was, at least for this part. For even agreeing to try. He'd never seen anything like this happening.

He was obviously conflicted, trying to think things through and alternately struggling to not think at all. He hadn't been this off since...well, probably not since Tosh had told him the baby's name. And before that...he couldn't even remember.

The goal was to get Logan in bed by any means necessary. That was a mission he'd run thousands of times. Trying to do it without his usual arsenal of observation, attention, and charm would make it interesting, to say the least.

"Go. I promise I'll try," said as he began to button his shirt. "I'll be there."

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Logan had felt fairly confident that it was something Jack wouldn't turn down, but he still relaxed a little as the other man agreed, tugging his clothes back on, one layer at a time. "See you soon then," he replied simply, shrugging on his coat and zipping it up as he stepped back outside into the cold.

It was a long walk from Jack's to the Hamlet, and Logan was shivering as he stepped inside. That didn't stop him from undressing though, putting away his things and changing into something he rarely ever wore. He had one set of dress pants, crisp and black and better fitting than any of the jeans he owned. Those pants and a crisp button down shirt, and Logan already looked like a different man. Next came a pair of black socks and his new pea-coat and a pair of simple black boots, and he was back out in the snow, letting Linus out for a run and peering down the path.

When he saw what looked like Jack heading his way, he quickly ducked back inside, not bothering to shed his coat yet as he waited to see what would happen.

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When Jack got to the hut, he opened the door and walked in. As soon as it was closed tightly behind him, he pulled off his hat and gloves and tossed them carelessly on the table. He'd started to pull his scarf off, normal things you'd do in your own home, when he turned and saw Logan...no, not Logan. Just some guy...when he saw a nicely dressed guy standing there like he'd just come in from the cold himself.

"I didn't know I was going to have company on this," he said, warm and friendly as he held out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."

He was fighting every impulse to go with what he knew. Fighting what he knew of Logan. Fighting what he knew of almost everything...even the Handbook. The Agency dogma had never failed before, but casting all that aside was what this was supposed to be about, right? No thinking, just doing.

That was practically impossible.

It was uncanny just how easily he stepped back into the skin of a Time Agent. He could be anything and anyone. He'd had a near perfect track record with his missions, regardless of how much or how little intel he had going in. Try as he might, there was no shutting that down entirely and so, when faced with something he didn't know, he reverted to the most comfortable possible default.

A man Logan had never really met.

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Logan nearly raised a brow, surprised by how seriously Jack was taking it, but managed to hold back as he stood up a little straighter and shook the other man's hand.

"Logan," he replied simply, not offering a last name as he looked the other man over, taking him in as if he'd never laid eyes on him before in his life. Though rather than step closer like he usually would, or flashing that cocky grin, he let his hand drop back to his side as he turned away and shrugged off his coat, making no effort at all to make small talk with the other man.

"You're late," he added as he headed over to the table and sat down. "There's hot water in that pan on the heater if you want tea or something."

And that was it, a moment later and his attention was on the book he'd been reading, Jack forgotten as he forced himself to focus on the story rather than the other man.

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He was a little disappointed to see him lose the coat so quickly. It looked good on him. Like it was made for him. Jack had a healthy respect for the adage that the clothes make the man and this was only proving it true once again. Neat almost to a fault, simple black and white. The clothes reflected the no-nonsense attitude--or maybe they caused it. Always hard to tell.

"I met someone on the way here," he replied smoothly, the doublespeak he'd relied on with other agents coming to his lips without even thinking. "But I'm not that late. You hadn't even taken off your coat, and your hair's still got snow in it. What...you got here a few minutes before me?"

Jack chuckled as he pulled off the greatcoat and laid it over the chair, then went for the pan. After the cold, the tea actually sounded more appealing than seduction.

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"Doesn't mean you aren't late," Logan replied, not looking up from his book as he spoke. ...If only because he wasn't sure he could keep the act up if he looked at the other man too much.

He could hear Jack over by the stove, and he glanced up briefly as he spoke. "I take mine with two bags," he said, nodding at the handful of tea bags he'd pinched from the kitchen and making it clear he expected Jack to make him a cup also.

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"I'll make sure I leave enough, then," he answered. He poured his own cup and then carried it over to where Logan was sitting. He took the chair and spun it around to straddle it. Cup held in both hands, the heat of the tea burned his fingertips and kept them from itching to just reach out and grab that pristine shirt and rip it off.

"What are you reading?" he asked, ignoring the book entirely as he devoted all his attention to the other man's face. His gaze was heavy, weighted with charm and danger. Only an idiot would assume Jack was as completely friendly as he was showing. Hell, just because a dog wagged its tail didn't mean it wouldn't tear your throat out.

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"A book," Logan replied flatly, folding the page to keep his place as he closed it and folded his arms over his chest. Leaning back in his seat, it took a lot to keep his face carefully blank as he met Jack's eyes with his own. Pretending that the way the other man looked at him didn't make him want more.

Usually he would have been touching Jack by now, kissing him and searching for more attention...

Now all he really wanted to do was challenge him, to see how hard he could push without starting a brawl. His attitude carefully checked in a way he didn't usually bother with. "You know, when I told you how I take my tea, I wasn't making small talk or even a request, I was telling you to make me a cup. Why don't you get up and try again? Or was carrying two cups just too difficult? ...Late and simple, that is a disappointment."

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"Funny, I wasn't aware impressing you was part of the job," Jack smirked. "If you want a waiter, go to a fucking restaurant."

Now this...this was too easy. With Logan showing more control than he'd ever seen, it was easy to forget about reading him, anticipating what might come, and to simply go with his gut. The only thing that was unnatural was the fact that he was unarmed. If he'd been armed then this whole exchange could have taken place in any room on almost any world in the universe at any point in his life since before he'd turned twenty.

His eyes remained on Logan and the smirk coupled with the gleam in his eyes made him look positively predatory. He took a small sip of the hot brew and then reached out to set the cup next to the book.

"I'm not here to serve you."

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"So what exactly are you here for, Captain?" Logan asked, though this time when he used the title, there was nothing affectionate about it. His tone mocking and unimpressed as he reached out and took the other man's cup.

Logan's own behavior wasn't all that unfamiliar either, though it wasn't anything like the way he usually behaved around Jack. It was more like... acting. Not unlike the way he'd behaved at school when he'd known teachers and staff were watching him. A carefully placed mask that had served him well for years before arriving on the island.

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"Just doing the job, sir," he replied evenly, almost disinterested. He folded his arms and laid them against the back of the chair, his legs spreading wider as he leaned forward a little.

"By all means, help yourself. I wasn't going to drink that or anything," Jack continued. Having total freedom to accomplish his 'mission' made this all the more exciting and all the more dangerous, although Jack would be hard pressed to say for who.

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Logan faltered for a moment when Jack called him sir, eying the other man curiously before shaking it off and sipping the tea. "I'm sure there's more water if you want some too," he replied, sipping the hot liquid and getting to his feet. Anything to keep himself from watching Jack and the way he moved.

"Is it still snowing?" he asked, walking over to the window to see. "Wouldn't want to get snowed in..."

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"Forecast says it'll let up before too long," he said, boring quickly at the discussion of weather. He stood up and the chair scraped loudly across the floor as he pushed it out of his way. He wandered over to the pan and made another cup of tea but let it sit and steep once it was poured.

"Wouldn't be so bad, though. Being snowed in. It'd give me all kinds of time with you."

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Logan smirked, even though he still had his back to the other man, and he forced it off his face as he turned back around. "Please, like you'd know what to do after an hour," he snorted. "Besides, if you aren't here to serve me, I'm not here to keep you entertained."

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Jack sunk his hands into his pockets so deeply that the pleats pulled apart to accommodate them. A curious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he arched a brow slightly as he cocked his head.

"That's not really your call," he said with a hint of amusement. "How's your tea?"

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Living in Neptune had taught Logan plenty, but apparently not taking drinks from people you couldn't trust was a lesson he'd missed. Between the GHB and whatever else that floated around town back home, no party had ever been safe. Hell, he'd done it himself at least once, to his best friend no less. He should have learned to be more cautious somewhere along the line.

He put the cup down slowly, staring down into the nearly empty cup before looking back up at Jack.

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"You're probably going to want to find a seat," Jack suggested, oh-so-helpfully. His hands came out of his pockets and a small piece of paper got wadded up in one hand and then tossed over his shoulder before he was close enough to grab the guy by the arm and tug him along.

"Or a bed would be better. You'll be okay...it won't kill you."

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"What did you give me?" Logan asked, jerking his arm away and trying to work out if Jack was just fucking with him. He had to be, right? He felt okay still, and Jack.... Jack wouldn't drug him just to win a stupid game. Would he?"

The fact that he honestly wasn't sure was both terrifying and thrilling, and he wobbled a little on his feet as he stepped closer to the bed and held onto one of the posts. That was just nerves though, right?

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"Just a little something to make sure I accomplish the mission," Jack answered as he laid a hand on Logan's shoulder to steady him. His other hand moved lightly down his back, fingertips sliding over muscle, because one thing he certainly didn't know about this man was whether or not he had issues with that sort of caress.

"Now. Why don't you just get comfortable...before you fall down."