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He saw Jack a week later when he and several others went to Manhattan for a poker game. It was a friendly game and Spot was satisfied that he had won some money in the end. The other Brooklyn boys left right after the game but Spot stayed, talking and joking around with Race and Kid Blink, carefully ignoring Jack. He had been able to feel the older boy's eyes on him all night, but he hadn't spoken to him since greeting him coldly before the game.

After another hour had passed he said his goodbyes and headed out onto the streets, certain that Jack would follow. Several blocks from the Manhattan Lodging House, he ducked into an empty alley. He gave a low whistle when he saw the older boy, who looked around before sauntering into the alley.

"So you came back for more?" Jack asked casually, looking down at the angry blonde.

"I came for the poker game. You're the one that followed me." Spot said evenly, though his eyes were icy.

Jack smirked, "Well I wouldn't mind another go at that tight ass either."

Spot saw red as he lunged at the older boy, "You stupid fuck!"

Jack dodged and caught him from behind. Spot struggled and managed to elbow Jack in the stomach, causing him to let go. They faced each other and Jack gave him a look that clearly said, 'Is that all you've got?'.

Spot growled and lunged again, his fist connecting with Jack's cheek forcing him to stumble slightly. Before he could land another hit though, Jack regained himself and caught Spot's wrists tightly before slamming him up against the wall. Spot grunted at the impact before turning cold eyes towards Jack's triumphant grin.

"Ain't this familiar?" Jack said softly, before capturing Spot's lips in a fierce kiss. Once again they battled for dominance

Spot felt warmth flooding his veins causing him to want to submit to the bigger boy, before he realized what exactly was happening. He started struggling, trying to pull himself free. He turned his head forcing Jack to break the kiss and stare down at him.

"Let go of me you bastard." Spot said through clenched teeth.

Jack stared for a moment more before he shifted back. Spot thought he was going to be released, but was surprised when he was instead forced to the ground with Jack sitting on his hips, hands still gripping his wrists tightly.

"Let me up you -"

"C'mon now, Spotty-boy. We both know this is what you want." Jack murmured, lowering his lips to Spot's neck.

Spot suppressed a moan as his sensitive neck was caressed by warm lips. "Stop, Jack."

Jack ignored his weak protest, and continued nipping and sucking at his neck. He released Spot's wrists when he felt the smaller boy relax and his hands made quick work of Spot's shirt and suspenders. Spot felt him kiss down his chest, his breath hitching when Jack took one of his nipples into his mouth. He moaned softly as Jack sucked and nibbled on one and then the other, hands trailing down his stomach to open his pants. He pulled out Spot's erection and starting pumping causing Spot to buck and groan loudly. After a few minutes of this he pulled away and opened his own pants. He turned Spot over, shoved his pants down past his ass and prepared him quickly and a little less efficiently than last time.

Like last time, the rest of it was a blissful blur to Spot. Jack again pounded into him relentlessly, biting down on Spots shoulder as he came to keep from shouting. Spot had to bury his own yell in his discarded shirt, knowing that they couldn't have anybody hear them. When Jack pulled out Spot winced in pain, grateful that Jack couldn't see his face.

The Manhattan boy was already redressed and standing near the entrance to the alley by the time Spot turned over. He looked down at the small boy and grinned, "Goodnight Spot."

And just like that he was gone.

This time it took Spot less time to react. He stood up awkwardly, acutely aware of the pain between his legs. He was angry again, but this time mostly at himself for submitting to the other boy. After fixing his clothes he leaned his forehead against the wall and pounded his fists into it several times. When that didn't make him feel any better he debated going after the other boy and showing the other boy that he could take control. He was just letting Jack think that he was in control.

"Fuck." Spot muttered, pounding his fists against the wall again.

He was the leader of Brooklyn nobody should ever control him whether he was letting them or not.

He stayed in the alley a while longer, thinking about this, before deciding he was tired and just wanted to sleep. He headed back to his lodging house, resolving to think about this when he wasn't so exhausted.

Spot came off a little more--I don't know…dramatic I guess--than I meant for him to be. Hopefully it worked though. Please let me know what you think!

Aloha!