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[im_torchwood]

He'd been held captive by the Riiant clan for the better part of a week and when he finally got free he couldn't get past the residual effects of their pleasure cortex. It was always so much easier to dominate and control someon who felt good...especially when you could make them feel even better. But he'd made his escape and had had the Torchwood One doc remove the device.

And that was how he found himself in a bar drinking ancient whiskey and eating good beef and looking at everyone who passed like his next target.

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[logan_echolls]

Logan still wasn't entirely certain what he was doing at Torchwood. He was picking things up quickly enough though, learning to research and file things that Jack brought in- And had even taken to making tea and just brining it to the man's desk. Idle patterns and habits that filled his days.

He hadn't followed Jack to the bar, he'd simply wound up there when his plans had fallen through. However, he didn't hesitate to sit beside the other man and slip right into a conversation they hadn't been having.

"Buy me a drink and I'll tell you a story, Captain," he said, turning on his stool and flashing that charming, California surf smile of his.

[im_torchwood]

"Bring my friend a drink," he called to the bartender, then turned a lazy smile on Logan. There was something not quite right in his eyes. They were darker, happier, like the weight that constantly dragged him down had been removed for the time being.

[logan_echolls]

"I lied about the story, but I can make one up if you want," he offered with a laugh, noticing the look in Jack's eyes, but not sure what to make of it.

"Or I can tell you about the time I flooded the girls bathroom with a cherry bomb."

[im_torchwood]

"Your casual use of explosives is endearing, but maybe something else," Jack said. "Maybe something dull to help the pleasure centers relax."

[logan_echolls]

"Huh? Oh, right, the thing. The alien, uh, whatever. Is that still going on? What does it even do?" Logan asked, taking his beer when the barman brought it, and eyeing Jack curiously.

[im_torchwood]

Jack reached over to toy with the little hairs at the nape of Logan's neck.

"Pure pleasure. Floods your neurons and your brain soaks in it, then every little electrical impulse is like...perfect."

[logan_echolls]

Logan flinched, though it had nothing to do with Jack touching him- Only where he was being touched. Gently he moved Jack's hand to his shoulder, then laughed.

"Too bad we can't sell that. We'd make a fortune," he joked. "How long before it wares off?"

[im_torchwood]

"Like another day. Any longer than that and I'll start to go insane," he said, stroking Logan's shoulder.

[logan_echolls]

"So, uh- How do we fix it?" Logan asked, glancing at Jack's hand. "Not that I mind you petting me like a dog, but I am hoping to hold onto the few scraps of dignity I have left, you know?"

[im_torchwood]

"Well I could go for a run, I suppose. Burn some of it off. There's a few other ways that are a lot better, though. Drink your drink and we'll get out of here," he said.

[logan_echolls]

Logan shrugged, then nodded as he polished off his drink.

"Sure, alright. Where are we going?" he asked, always curious to see anything Jack deemed him worthy of seeing or learning about.

[im_torchwood]

"Massage," Jack said, leading Logan out and aiming the SUV to a less than savory area of the city. "And maybe a little poker while we're here."

[logan_echolls]

"Usually, I'd be all for that Jack, but- uh- I dunno if that's a great idea while you're like this, man," Logan countered, giving the other man a look as he spoke. "Why don't we go back to my room at the Ritz? We'll have a few beers, I'll teach you how to play GTA... Mellow night. Just enough excitement to burn off that- Nano, pleasure... Whatever you called it."

[im_torchwood]

"Nanopleasure is a totally different thing," he replied. "I want a massage..."

[logan_echolls]

"Then I'll rub your shoulders, alright? Seriously, Jack, I don't think it's a good idea. Let's go to mine, or- I dunno, back to Torchwood. Whichever," Logan said flatly.

[im_torchwood]

Jack sighed but took the next right to make for the Ritz. He had to take up the corner of one car park level his SUV was so big, then he escorted Logan inside.

It the lift he moved himself in close.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" he purred, fingers toying with Logan's shirt.

[logan_echolls]

Logan laughed, a soft huff of a sound as he swallowed hard and swatted at Jack's hands.

"I think you need to step off. I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty sure this is sexual harassment, right boss?" he quipped, trying to play it off as not a big deal.

[im_torchwood]

"It's only harassment if you don't like it," Jack purred. "And I think you like it. I think you're curious."

[logan_echolls]

"Yeah? Even if I was, Jack... You wouldn't be able to handle me, old man," he said, leaning in close as he spoke, his tone somehow enticing and vaguely threatening all at once.

The doors slid open, and Logan stepped away with the same casual ease he'd leaned in with, pulling out his keys and letting them both into the penthouse.

[im_torchwood]

Neurons fired and seratonin and endorphins flooded his system. It made everything good. Better than any drug. He followed Logan in and closed the door, then shrugged off his coat.

"I like how you think I couldn't handle you. That's hubris, right there."

[logan_echolls]

"That's not pride, that's fact," Logan laughed, flashing a cocky smile and heading for the bar. "You want a beer?"

[im_torchwood]

"I thought I was getting a massage," he replied, but crossed to Logan and took the beer. Usually he couldn't smell himself, but now the pleasure centers were putting his fifty first century pheromones in overdrive and the air was thick with the alluring smell.

[logan_echolls]

Logan suddenly felt flushed and nervous, and he forced himself to put some space between himself and Jack.

"It doesn't seem like that's what you want, Jack," he noted, meeting the other man's eyes, and finding himself lost in a memory again- A memory of a rainy day and a long walk down a mountain...

It made his chest ache, but he still didn't understand how the memory of something he'd never lived through could feel so real, and so strong.

"Do you feel that?" he asked after a moment. "Tell me you feel it, 'cause I swear- I feel like I'm going crazy, Jack. I look at you, really look, and it hurts. It's so raw, and so- So real. Years of heartache and happiness- Not months, years."

One word came to mind, and though it stung slightly, he couldn't help but say it.

"Epic. ...Our story- It was epic.

[im_torchwood]

That threw him off his predatory task. Jack held his beer and his chest pounded. Epic. Epic repeated over and over in his head.

"Spanning years and continents. Blood shed. Lives ruined..." Jack said, but it didn't even feel like the words were coming from his own lips. It felt like a gost had taken him over.

Unsure what to do, he took a step back.

[logan_echolls]

Hearing his own words parroted back to him was honestly a bit jarring, and Logan fell silent, watching Jack, then looking away.

His heart pounded in his chest, and he swallowed hard before grabbing his own beer and heading out into the living room to sit down and clear his head.

"How do you know that? I never said that to you. I never... God, this is so- It's really fucked up, man."