A/N: Hello again everyone! A new chapter is here! :D

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The weekend passed in a blur of orgasms, naps, and the occasional bite to eat. Oh, and more showers than were environmentally sustainable, but they did shower together, which James reasoned made it okay.

They never stepped foot outside their apartment. They summoned their weekly groceries and even managed to put on some clothes when they were delivered. But they were both driven mad with lust, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

And James really did fit against Logan and into the crook of his neck. That wasn't an exaggeration. When he leaned against him or lay on top of Logan, he slotted right in there like a puzzle piece. And their sexual awakening was getting a little more adventurous each time. Although James found out he could orgasm just from being kissed and having his nipples tweaked.

That had surprised them both.

Well, mostly it surprised James, but Logan thought it was an awesome party trick.

"I'll find your party trick. I know you've got one," James warned, rolling Logan onto his back. They'd managed to get the groceries put away but somehow managed to get naked in bed again. Logan had joked, wondering if James had any more party tricks.

"Mm," Logan's grin was salacious. "I think you're on the right track."

"You like it when I'm in charge."

"Very much."

James looked between them, and yes, Logan was turned on. "I can see that."

"I want to try something," Logan murmured. "If you don't want to, that's completely fine. We can leave it for now. No pressure either way."

James was more concerned that Logan was blushing rather than the words he was saying. "Tell me what it is."

"I want you to…" Logan trailed off with an embarrassed laugh. "I want you inside me. And I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel that...with you."

James could feel his eyes getting wider, and his cheeks heated. "Oh." He pulled back so he was on his haunches, between Logan's spread thighs. They were both very naked. James was used to nakedness with him now; there was no shame or shyness.

"I thought perhaps we could watch some videos online," Logan suggested. "I've never done it before, obviously. But I've watched a lot of videos…" His mouth drew down. "The internet has been a great source of information and tutorials on a lot of things, and I've been around humans a lot and I've seen them do all kinds of things, but I've never experienced it." He gave James a sad smile. "And I want to experience it with you."

Logan lay before him, vulnerable in his honesty. James hadn't really thought of doing what Logan was suggesting. He'd spent most of his existence avoiding everything, and here Logan was, admitting to wanting such things but being denied for so long because of James' selfishness.

He wouldn't deny him of anything, ever again.

He leaned over him and kissed him with smiling lips. "I can't promise I'll be any good at it or know what I'm supposed to do, but I'm willing to try."

"Only if you want to."

"I want to," he replied, kissing him again. "Did you mention videos?"

Logan rolled off the bed so fast, James fell onto the mattress. Okay then, Logan reeeeally wants this. James repositioned himself, careful of his now permanently hardened dick.

Logan reappeared with the iPad. "So there are a few sites. But there's this one." He slid back into bed and James got comfortable in his spot, which was snuggled into Logan's side, his head pressed into that perfect space under Logan's jaw. Logan put his arm around James' shoulder and pressed play on the screen.

And, oh sweet Heaven's mercy.

"They're doing that on screen?" James asked. "In front of other people? And it's on the internet for the whole world to see?"

Logan laughed. "Sure is. There are millions of videos."

"Oh my word," James breathed. He was embarrassed, a little horrified, and a lot turned on. "What is he doing to him?"

"Uh, that's called rimming. We don't have to try that just yet." Logan fast-forwarded the clip. James wanted to ask how on earth Logan knew that, but then one of the men was now bent over the side of a bed and the other man with a very large penis stood behind him. He poured a liquid over his huge cock and smeared it while he stroked himself, then applied it to the man's ass.

"That's lubrication," Logan explained before James could ask.

James knew what lubrication was. For machinery, at least, but he figured the mechanics were the same.

Then the man pushed a fingertip inside the sprawled man's ass, then after a few thrusts, he added another. "It helps the man...receive," Logan said. The man receiving was doing an awful lot of moaning, so James could only assume it felt good.

But he was so turned on, he doubted his ability to speak to ask that question.

And then, the very well-endowed man aligned his cock and pushed in. He gripped the other mans' hips and slid all the way in, both groaning. The look of pleasure on both men's faces was so overwhelming James had to look away. He leaned up so he could see Logan's face. "And you said there are a million of these?"

He smiled and nodded. "Probably more."

"Oh my word."

James turned back to the groaning sounds on the screen. They were picking up pace, their tempo getting faster and faster with each thrust until the man bent over the bed came so hard he screamed. The man behind him followed quickly, grunting like an animal as he did.

And then, like some kind of torture, the next video began to play all on its own. There was no lead up to this one, no kissing or talking, just one man on his back with his legs around his ears while another man lay over the top of him, and there was a close up of where he was buried inside him, sliding in and out and then pulsing as he came.

James pushed the iPad away and Logan, blessedly, hit pause. "Everything okay?"

"Just need a second," he said tensely. He feared if he even moved another muscle, his body would betray him. As it was, his cock felt as though it could burst.

Logan seemed to clue in. His smile widened. "You liked it?" James couldn't answer, but he didn't have to. Logan curled into James' side and fisted his straining cock. He'd barely got his hand around him before James came. But this time Logan didn't just leave it at that.

He licked his hand clean.

James laughed and covered his face with his hands. "Oh my word. Just...oh, have mercy, I still can't swear. I really want to say a whole lot of swear words right now."

"Want me to say them for you?"

James laughed again. "No! It turns me on. It's the last thing I need right now."

Logan burst out laughing and ran his hand down his chest toward his groin. He was still rock hard. "I don't think this is going away any time soon."

James rolled on top of him and decided on licking his way down, from Logan's mouth to his jaw, his collarbone, his nipples, and his navel, to where his cock lay across his hip. "I think we should definitely watch more videos, and we totally need to summon some of that lube stuff, but right now I can help you with this." He licked Logan's length from base to tip, humming as he did.

"I already did," Logan bit out, writhing.

James stopped and peered up at him. "You did what?"

Logan nodded. "Lube. I put it in the bathroom when you were putting vegetables in the crisper. James, please don't stop." He raised his hips as though James needed a reminder.

Grinning, he leaped off the bed and ducked into the bathroom.

"So help me, James, get back here and finish what you started! Or I'll...I'll finish myself and you can watch!"

James stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He held up a huge bottle of lube. "They don't come any smaller?" Seriously, it was industrial-sized.

Logan froze. "What are you doing?"

James crawled up the bed and knelt between Logan's legs. "Practicing."

"Holy shit," Logan whispered.

James tilted his head. "I'm starting to take the fact that you can swear, yet I cannot, a little personally."

James did as the guy in the video had done. He squirted a decent amount onto his hand, but instead of smearing it all over his own erection, he did it to Logan's. It made everything instantly slick, and Logan almost bucked off the bed. "Oh holy fu-"

James smirked. "Say it."

Logan groaned, so James rubbed his slippery fingers under Logan's balls and across his hole. "Say it."

"Fuck," Logan whispered, and James pushed the tip of his finger inside him.

Logan's eyes went wide, his thighs fell open, and he lifted his ass off the bed. So James did it again, and again and again until his finger was all the way in. The way Logan's body reacted was mesmerizing and like nothing James had seen before.

Granted, his experience had been limited to the last forty-eight hours, give or take. But Logan's orgasm obliterated him, like none before it had. He was left trembling and incoherent, as if he'd been electrocuted, and James might have had grave concerns for his welfare if it wasn't for the stunning grin on his face.

James leaned up and looked closely into his eyes. "You okay in there?"

Logan replied with a high-pitched keening sound.

"Can you blink?"

Logan's eyes finally came into focus, and he chuckled. "Oh, my sweet mercy bless."

James sagged with relief. "I thought I broke you."

Logan writhed as though he could only now just begin to feel his body. "You can break me like that anytime you like."

James laughed before he kissed him. "We need to shower again. And we should probably eat and check what time it is. I have no clue what day it even is, to be honest."

Logan rolled onto his side, still smiling dreamily. "I don't know either."

"Can you move just yet?"

"Mmm," he hummed happily. "Not sure."

James leaned down and kissed his temple. "You look so beautiful. I'm loath to leave you right now when you look so thoroughly spent, but I should run you a shower." He stood up, but somewhere in the bedroom, a phone rang.

James found the offending noise under a pile of discarded trousers. It was Logan's phone, still ringing but no caller ID. "That doesn't bode well," he said, handing the phone to Logan.

He made no attempt to get up. He just pressed the speaker button. "Hello?"

"Get up and get some clothes on," Kendall said.

"Are we expecting you?" Logan asked with a smile.

"Incoming, three minutes."

"Give us five. Better yet, make it ten." Logan ended the call. He rolled out of bed and stretched. He was a mess, glistening with lube and come, his cock hung half-hard, his bed-hair was all frizzy in the back, and his grin was adorable.

James could only assume he looked much the same. "Shower?"

"We probably should."

"Is ten minutes long enough?"

Logan's phone beeped with a message from Kendall. Logan read it out loud. "'Just fucking shower. And please be dressed.'"

James snorted. "How does he know?" Then a horrifying thought occurred. "Oh, please don't say he can see us when we...while we're...oh my-"

"No, he can't," Logan said, walking into the bathroom. "He's just assuming. And he's not wrong. We better be quick."

James followed him. "Do you know what he wants?"

Logan turned the water on. "Not a clue. But we're going to find out."

Nine minutes later, they were cleaned up and dressed, wearing suitable attire for company anyway, which was a lot more than they'd worn all weekend, when a crackle of energy sounded in the living room followed by a shower of sparkles before Kendall and Carlos appeared out of thin air.

James would never get used to it. He put his hand to his heart. "Can you guys not use the elevator? At least it dings."

"Nice to see you again, too," Kendall said with a smirk. Then he looked around the apartment with a displeased expression. "Oh have mercy, what is that smell?"

"Smells like a brothel," Carlos said. Then he laughed. "Remember that brothel in Belarus, 1742?"

Kendall laughed. "I remember. That guy with the-" He motioned with his head. "And he used the-" Then he motioned to his groin. "Oh, that was the funniest."

James cleared his throat. "Uh, guys? The little trip down memory lane is great. Thanks for taking us with you, even though we didn't ask."

Kendall eyed James for a long moment. "You're looking a lot...less stressed, than the last time I saw you. Explains the smell of sex."

Logan came and stood beside James, and James wormed his way into his spot against Logan's neck and gave Kendall a smile. "I am. For which I owe you one. For your help," James said. "For kicking me in the rear when I needed it most, so...thanks, I guess."

Kendall grinned. "You are very welcome."

"And I see you two are back together," Logan added. "Is that allowed now?"

Kendall and Carlos exchanged coy smiles. "I might have backed Saint Peter into a corner," Kendall said.

"A little entrapment now and again reminds him who's actually in charge," Carlos added with a grin.

"Indeed," James agreed. "Wish I'd been there to see it."

"And not that I'm not grateful for the visit…" Logan hedged. "But the reason you're here is…?"

"Yeah, Logan and I have a lot of catching up to do," James said. He made a point of looking at them both. "I'm sure you know what I mean. Though I could draw you a picture if you'd like. Or I could show you some links. You know, they have these sites nowadays on the internet-"

Kendall put his hand up. "Yep. We know."

"So," Logan intervened. "You spoke to Saint Peter and now you're here."

Kendall gave Logan a serious look. "Your assignment's not over."

James could feel Logan's alarm at the news. He pulled back enough so he could see his face. "What's the matter? You said that before. You guessed that our assignment wasn't finished."

Logan put a hand to James' face. "I know. I just...hearing him confirm it made it real. That's all."

James snuggled back into his spot against Logan and looked at Kendall and Carlos. "What else did Peter say? Did he tell you why our mission wasn't over exactly?"

"How do you know it's not over?" Kendall asked with a raised brow.

James smiled at him. "Because we're still here."

Kendall ignored that, apparently stunned at the transformation of James, and instead shook his head with amused disbelief. "I can't believe you right now. Cuddling into Logan like that, being all cute and shit. The dark overseer of the Hell Department being all cute and loved up."

"I can't help it," James said. "My body is physically drawn to his, like a magnet. And see this spot right here?" He pulled back and gestured to Logan's chest and neck. "I fit in there, like it was made just for me."

"Because it was made just for you," Carlos said.

"Oh yeah," James said with a laugh. "Good point."

"How's the flame thing now?" Kendall asked, motioning a circle on his chest.

"It's fine," James replied. "All good and under control."

Kendall's gaze darted to Carlos, who shared a look with him, and James was about to question that when Logan spoke. "Uh, you didn't answer his question," he said. "James asked if Peter said anything else about our mission."

"Oh, well would you look at that," Kendall said, looking at how wrist. Where there was no watch. "We must be going."

"Kendall," Logan barked.

"We must be off," he said, taking Carlos' hand. "We have some catching up to do of our own. I'm sure you understand. Not enough time to draw a picture though, sorry."

And with another spray of those ridiculous sparkles, they were gone.

Logan sighed, and James looked at him and rubbed his back. "We'll be fine, Loges. We'll nail this. You just watch."

"Did you just call me Loges?"

James froze. "Um...I don't know. Did I?"

"You did." His smile became a grin. "I like it."

"Oh, well, I'm glad. Because that could have gotten awkward."

Logan pulled James' face in for a kiss. "Do you really think we'll be fine? Or were you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"I mean it," James said. "It sounds really corny, and it's highly likely that it's because this human body has had an indecent amount of oxytocin and vasopressin. But I think you and me, together, we can do anything."

Logan laughed at that. "You're kinda great, you know that?"

"Don't tell anyone. Or my reputation as the dark overseer of the Hell Department will be ruined for all eternity."

He hummed happily and let out a contented sigh. "You hungry? I'm starving."

"Yep." It was dark outside, but James had no clue about the actual time. "How about we summon some food, and you can tell me about the 967 assignments you did all alone when I was being a selfish jerk."

"I wasn't always alone," Logan countered.

"If you tell me Jett was with you, even once, I'm going to pluck out his wing feathers."

Logan laughed. "Awww," he said, all cutesy. "I was wondering where my angel with the anger-management issues was, but there you are!" He kissed James soundly, still smiling. "And I seem to recall you declining any offer to attend assignments with me, so who I spent time with isn't really any of your concern."

James gasped, duly offended. "How can you say that?"

Logan laughed. "Because it's the truth. But before you burst a blood vessel or go track Jett down and pluck his feathers, no, I didn't spend time with him. Not even once."

James sighed with relief, followed swiftly by panic. "Then who? You said you weren't always alone."

"Well, there was Rabdos and Adoni a few times. Mostly I worked on my own."

"Rabdos and Adoni," James mused. "They're okay, I guess."

"And what about you?"

"I was always alone," James answered. "By request. Though the assignments I did were few and far between. I certainly didn't do 967 of them. There was one in Japan, same time as you, to keep the Dynasties from a bloodbath. And in Iceland with the Vikings. I really liked them," he said, remembering fondly. "And of course, Mongolia. You were there for that one. And England and France in the 1600s." James made a face. "You were there for all of those."

He smiled. "I was."

"All of my assignments involved you, but none of yours involved me."

"Because Peter asked if I wanted to be assigned with you. I said yes each time. You said no. I think eventually he stopped asking you."

James frowned; remorse and guilt flooded in. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you."

"You've already apologized, and I've already accepted that apology, so you can stop feeling bad." Logan pulled James in tight. "You weren't ready then, and that's okay."

James settled back into his spot. "So you think Peter did that deliberately," James surmised. "Pairing us together those few times, even though I was a jerk. And he did it again this time as some last-ditch effort?"

"I think that's exactly what he did. I think they needed the twin flame to happen. It was always supposed to balance some heavenly ledger, wasn't it?"

"Supposedly."

"Can I tell you something? I don't want you to get upset or angry."

James pulled back and frowned. Dread seeped into his stomach. "Well, that sounds ominous."

"It's nothing bad." He put a hand to James' face and combed his fingers through James' hair. "I thought the assignment was you."

"You what?"

"I thought the mission was you. We had to save a soul. I thought that was you. But here we are," he said, kissing James' cheek. "The twin-flame bond is complete, but the assignment isn't finished, which means I was wrong. The mission wasn't you. It can't have been."

"Me?" James didn't know whether he was more hurt or offended. Or mad. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Logan tightened his hold on him when James tried to pull away. "Listen, please. I just thought the mission was to get you to see me, the real me, and that what binds us is more than what fate decided for us. I thought that was the mission. To help you see yourself better. So you could see that you deserve to be happy."

"I was happy…" James shrugged. "Mostly. Kind of. Okay, not really, but I was fine."

"You were fine. And so was the photocopier you smote. And the other trail of destruction. A broken door, a trash can that you dropkicked across the admin office."

James glared at him. "Your point?"

"My point is, my sweet angel," he said, giving James a quick kiss. "Is that the mission can't have been you. It must be one of the kids."

James remembered something. "But when you said you were leaving...you said you couldn't be the one to fix me. What did you mean by that?"

"I thought you were the assignment, and I felt I wasn't getting anywhere. Actually, I thought if anything, I was pushing you in the opposite direction. Because you're so stubborn, if I pushed a little, you pushed a whole lot back."

James scowled at him. "I'm not stubborn."

Logan laughed. "Okay, says the man who refused to budge for a thousand years. You redefine stubborn."

James couldn't believe it. He also couldn't really argue, but that wasn't the point.

"You're cute when you pout," Logan said, smiling. He nudged James' nose with his, which made James' heart do crazy things. "But we should eat something." Logan checked his phone. "Oh wow. It's nine-thirty. We've lost the entire weekend. What do you feel like?"

"I feel stubborn, apparently."

Logan laughed again. "Well, what would stubborn like to eat?"

He shrugged, still pouty. "Something vegetarian that isn't awful."

Logan took James' face in both hands and kissed him, long and deep, until James was breathless and a little woozy. Probably to make him forget about the stubborn comment and the whole reasoning that James was the assignment because of his own stupidity thing. It didn't work, but it wasn't a terrible attempt.

"If you want to make me forget, I think we need to be naked," James mused.

Logan chuckled. "Thanks for the heads up." He took his phone and scrolled for a second. "I'll order dinner. How about you have a look at our class plan for the week. You'll need to think of another topic for the subject board."

Thirty minutes later, they were eating vegetarian pizza, which might just have been the best thing James had ever eaten. Once Logan had proved to him on the internet that vegetarian cheese was really a thing, he really enjoyed it. And they made their weekly plan for the students and talked about craft ideas and games, when all of a sudden, James couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Oh my," he said, nodding off. "What's happening to me? Did you drug me? I think I've been drugged."

Logan laughed and pulled him to his feet. "It's known as a carb-coma. You'll be fine. You just need some sleep. We've been pretty...active, all weekend."

James smiled, rather enjoying the feel of Logan against him right now. But wow, he was all of a sudden ridiculously tired.

They put their plates in the sink, brushed their teeth, stripped off, and climbed into bed. They didn't have sex, but they did kiss and cuddle. And although James would vehemently deny it if asked, he thought that was almost just as good.

Done! So, we got more Jagan interaction this chapter. And Kenlos are reunited!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!

Again, I hope you all enjoyed and that you all are staying safe! The next chapter of this will be up sometime next week!

Until then!

-Epically Obsessed