A/N: FINALLY! Hehe. Bet ya'll thought I wasn't going to finish this. Well I refuse to give up on it. This chapter was a pain to write and that's probably why it took so long to write. I know where this story is going to end up, its how I get there that I seem to be having trouble with. I think I'm back on track though and it shouldn't be months before I update again. In fact I'm hoping that it will only be a couple weeks at most.

Thanks to my lovely reviewers! I really appreciate the comments and they really are what helped me to continue this.

Just so you know, I did add a little something to the end of the previous chapter. To me it finishes the chapter a little better. It's not imperative that you read it, but you might like to.

One of the disadvantages of being Spot Conlon was that there was nobody he could talk to about his new revelation. Or there was nobody that he would talk to anyway. He wouldn't put himself through that embarrassment and he knew that it would ruin his image as the tough Brooklyn leader—an image he had spent years cultivating. This lack of outlet led to him avoiding the entire situation for as long as possible.

He avoided Manhattan by busying himself with things around Brooklyn and he managed to put the Manhattan leader out of his mind throughout the day. Nighttime was harder since he was left alone with nothing to distract him from his thoughts. He was losing sleep as a result and was becoming surlier every day. He supposed he felt bad for his newsies since they were the ones that had to deal with his temper, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He needed to get his frustration out somehow.

It was several weeks after his encounter with Racetrack and he had stormed through the lodging house angrily before making his way up to his room. On the way he had accidentally made one of the smaller newsies upset, but he didn't stop to dwell on it as he reached the landing of the third floor.

"I didn't realize you were in the habit of making little kids cry." A voice drawled behind him before he could reach his door.

Spot froze, his shoulders tensing as he immediately recognized the voice. He had to take several deep breaths before he had enough control over himself to turn around with a dark look on his face. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded.

"Aww, can't a fella stop in to see his friend?" The word 'friend' was drawn out with a leer and Spot just barely suppressed a shiver.

"Some damn friend you are." Spot muttered turning to open his door, intending to shut the door in the older boy's face.

"I haven't done anything you didn't ask for." Jack defended, stepping right up behind Spot.

Spot clenched his hand tightly on the doorknob as a hand caressed and squeezed his rear before slipping around to his front to do the same to his crotch. Jack's other arm went up and wrapped around Spot's chest, pulling him flush against the taller body.

"Let me go." Spot managed to say through clenched teeth. His eyes were shut tightly though as he tried to ignore the feeling of pleasure that swept through his body.

"Mm…but I know you don't really mean that." Jack said leaning down to nibble on Spot's ear. "What would you do if I took you right here? Right where any one of your boys could see us?"

Spot's eyes opened in an immediate panic. He jerked his door open and flung himself inside not caring at the moment that Jack came inside as well. He managed to free himself from the Manhattan boy and he used that advantage to close and lock the door.

With a sigh he turned around and leaned back against the door. He stared at Jack warily, unsure of what to do next. He was somewhat trapped in a room with a boy that he clearly cared about who didn't think much more of him in return other than what a great fuck he was. He ignored the shock of pain that thought created and settled for glaring at the other boy.

"Such a loving look." Jack murmured from across the room. He looked at the smaller leader, studying him carefully. "You're very pretty when you're angry." He said suddenly, moving forward quickly.

Spot was taken by surprise at his words and before he could recover he had been pinned to the door and forced into a bruising kiss. He could feel himself melting, but wouldn't allow it. He couldn't give up his control again. It would lead to his destruction. He turned his head to the side, but Jack wasn't deterred. He just started licking and sucking at Spot's ear and then neck.

"S-stop." Spot said pushing weakly at Jack's shoulders. "Not…" Not again. He thought, closing his eyes and folding his hands into fists, resting them on Jack's shoulders.

Jack continued, kissing Spot's throat before moving to the other side of his neck and up to the other ear. He smiled against the soft skin when Spot tilted his head to the side to give Jack more room. He moved his hands slowly downward, slipping them between the door and Spot's body.

He licked the shell of Spot's ear as his hands came to rest on the smaller boy's bottom. "I've missed this tight ass." Jack breathed, his hands squeezing for emphasis. "You've missed me too haven't you? Missed being used like the little sl--"

This brought Spot out of his daze and he used his fists to start pounding roughly on Jack's shoulders and chest. "Stop it!" He demanded angrily, cutting off Jack's words. "Let go you bastard!"

To Spot's surprise, Jack released him and stepped back. When he looked up at the older boy he expected to see him glaring but Spot was again surprised to see him staring curiously while he rubbed his chest. He would probably have bruises.

"Why did you stop?" Spot couldn't help but ask.

"You told me to."

"That didn't stop you before." He spat, glaring darkly.

Jack didn't answer for a long while as his studied Spot's angry form. "You didn't really mean it before."

Spot blinked. Was that true? He hadn't thought much about his demands during their previous encounters. He knew that this time he had really wanted Jack to stop, but wasn't that true of every time?

No.

Those other times Spot had been upset about his loss of control. This time Jack had actually angered—he refused to use the word hurt—him with his words.

Jack leaned back against the bed frame, casually crossing his arms. "So what's different this time?"

Spot took a deep breath as he considered his answer. He couldn't tell Jack the truth but for some reason he couldn't come up with a plausible lie. It grated on his already frayed nerves because normally he had no trouble thinking up lies. Why did Jack have such a strong effect on him? It wasn't a question he had an answer to. He just knew that he didn't want to be Jack's plaything any longer.

"Spot?" Jack asked, sounding a little worried.

"I'm not your plaything." Spot blurted out before looking up at Jack in horror. He hadn't meant to say that. He hadn't meant to say anything at all, but Jack had surprised him out of his thoughts.

"What?" Jack asked, jerking away from the bed in his surprise.

"No! I mean—"

"That's what this is about? Tired of playing the bitch Spot?" Jack asked with a smirk.

For a brief second Spot felt his emotions explode before he lost all sense of control. He was on Jack a scant second later, punching him solidly in the eye. Another punch went to his gut while the next caught his jaw. Jack went sprawling to the floor and Spot quickly followed, not giving him any time to recover himself. He wanted to older boy to feel the loss of control. Wanted him to suffer the pain.

It was several minutes later before Spot regained himself enough to realize what he was doing. "Fuck." He swore as he took in the damage he had inflicted. Jack looked as though he had been hit by a runaway carriage. His face was bleeding in several places and would soon be black and blue. His clothes were rumpled and torn in places and Spot imagined that he had a few severely bruised ribs.

They were silent for a long time as Spot stood above Jack, looking down at him guiltily. Jack stayed curled up on the ground clutching his sore ribs and taking slow, pained breaths. After several long minutes Jack sat up carefully, wincing at the sharp feeling of pain as he did so.

"Feel…better?" Jack asked slowly.

Spot stared at him in confusion. Wasn't Jack angry with him?

"I…don't think…I…can do this…anymore." Jack said between ragged breaths, looking up at Spot finally. His left eye was already swelling shut. "

Do this?" Spot asked, not following.

"You…and me."

"There is no you and me." Spot said bitterly. "Just fucking."

This time it was Jack who looked surprised. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering. "Right. No big loss then."

For some reason neither of them seemed to agree with that.

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I was quite unsure about taking this direction (another reason this took so long) so I hope it worked out for you. As I'm sure you're used to, I'm never sure if my point comes across as well as I mean for it to. So please review and let me know what you think. I shall try to update soon!

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