Follows the episode Precious in which the woman has children and kills them for her own sick demented reasons.

Mike tossed his coat on the chair and grabbed a beer. A key in the lock made him jump. Jack McCoy came through the door and hung up his coat. Seeing Mike's coat tossed aside, he retrieved it and hung it up.

"Mike, what are you up to?" Mike leaned against the counter and smiled as Jack came into the kitchen. "Hey you." He relaxes as the older man kisses his cheek in greeting. "What's for dinner?" Mike shrugs. "Do you want to go out," Again a shrug. "Order pizza or something?" Another shrug. "Do you want to cook?" At least that brought a wrinkled nose. "I'm so glad you're full of ideas tonight."

"Not in a mood for much of anything, still sick to my stomach from today."

"Let it go Mike, we stopped them. She'll be an old woman when she gets out of prison."

"Yeah, but three babies Jack." Jack nods and wraps his arms around the younger man. Mike hugs him back, feeling security, in the warmth he felt there. "Sometimes I really hate this job."

"Just sometimes?" They separate and Jack pops open the frige and rummages through it. "Guess we're going out for dinner." Mike frowns.

"I really don't feel like it Jack, you go."

"Go out to eat alone, sorry, not a chance, that's why I have you. Go out to eat with, showers together, housework," Jack said tossing something into the trash. I'll order a pizza, we'll pop in a movie, relax on the couch." Jack pushes a beer in Mike's hand and points him into the living room.

Mike stretches out on his stomach, sinking into the deep cushions and sighs. He grunts in protest as Jack straddles his back and begins messaging his sore shoulders. "Get off."

Jack moves off his lover, giving him a good smack on the behind. "Lighten up Mikey, I'm not the enemy."

"I'm going to shower, no anchovies on the pizza." Jack crosses his arms and stares at him. "Please." Jack nods and heads for the phone.

Mike let the hot water pelt his face and skull. He hears the door open, but ignores it. "Can I come in?" Mike turns and wipes the water from his eyes, then nods. Jack strips off his shirt and slacks. He hands Jack the bottle of soap and moans as his hands began massaging the soap into his back, washing gently in some places, rubbing harder in others. He hardens as Jack's hands work their way downward to his ass. Soapy fingers slip inside him and stretch the tight muscle, as the other hand slides up and down his hardness. He braces himself against the shower wall as Jack pushes inside him.

Jack holds Mike's trembling body close as Mike's ass clenches tightly around the head of his cock. A gasps slows Jack's entrance and he holds until the tight clenching of his muscles lessen and he is able to slide out and in more easily. Mike moans and pushes back against him urging him on. Jack holds as tight as he can to Mike's hip with one hand, spreading the younger man's legs wider to gain better access. He plunges deeply and kisses Mike's back as the hot flesh engulfs him. "Oh yeah."

Mike lets the sensations fill his mind and rocks against the older man. He feels his orgasm approach and throws his head back, letting the cooling water flow down his hair and back. "Harder Jack, I’m close." Jack meets him with harder thrusts, entwining his fingers with Mike's as the younger man works his own cock. Mike groans as the sticky fluid hits the shower wall and slides down.

Jack follows suit as Mike's internal muscle clamped down on his cock and milks his own orgasm from him. Slipping free, he lets the water wash his own semen from them.

They finish washing each other as the water turns cold. Toweling off quickly, they headed into the bedroom and pulled on sweats to stop the chattering of teeth. "Come here," Jack pulls Mike into a hug and kisses him. "I bet the pizza guy is wondering where the hell we are."

"Yeah I bet he is." The doorbell rings again for a third time and they pull apart.

"What video you want to watch?" Jack shrugs and retrieves his wallet from his slacks.

"Anything you want babe, I'm kind of content right now." A quick kiss and he goes to the door.

He returns with the pizza and sits it on the coffee table, moving aside the magazines and stuff. Mike tosses a roll of paper towels at him and sits a six-pack of beer beside the pizza.

"Thirsty?" Jack sinks down beside him and smiles, accepting the bottle handed him.

"No, lazy, I don't want to get up for a while, okay?"

"It's fine with me," Mike growls, as Jack leans in and catches his mouth and pushes him back on the couch. "We don't have to get up at all." Mike grins and pushes on his lover's chest, trying to get to the pizza.

"I'm hungry." The frown that crosses Jack's face makes Mike laugh out loud. "Aren't horny are we today, huh counselor?"

"Nah, not me." Mike whines and sticks his lip out. "Want some pizza?" A nod and Jack opens the box, removes a slice and holds it up to Mike's lips.

He opens his mouth and Jack slips a few inches of pizza inside and he bits down. He fights for oxygen as Jack's lips follow the pizza, crushing his mouth. Jack finally backs off, letting him up. Mike chews and swallows, taking a swig of beer, as Jack holds it to his lips.

"I think I'm a bit hungry myself." Mike reaches for the pizza, but Jack tugs at his sweats. Mike allows them to be pulled off his hips. Jack leans down and takes his flaccid cock in his mouth.

"Oh God Jack," He slides his hips forward, allowing Jack to pull his sweats down to his ankles. "Oh man what's with you today?"

Jack lifts his head and Mike's cock slips from his lips. "Are you complaining?" A vigorous shake of Mike's head and he returns to licking and sucking Mike's rapidly, stiffening cock. "Take off your shirt."

Mike takes a sudden intake of air, as his nipples are pinched and rolled. He drops the shirt to the floor and arches into the sensation. Two fingers slip inside him and he grabs the back of Jack's head. "Lube." Jack fumbles in the couch cushions and Mike relaxes a little as he feels the cool gel covered fingers slip back inside and rake across his the delicate gland. Jack's mouth works his cock and fingers fucked his ass, he stiffened, grabbing Jack's head and holding it tight over his groin he screams. "Oh yeah, right there."

Jack slips Mike's sweats off completely, freeing his legs, spreading them as far as he can, lifting one in the air. He knows Mike is displeased with the interruption from the groan of frustration that he hears, but it’s necessary. He pulls away from Mike and slips off his own clothes. "Come here." He pushes Mike’s leg up and kneels on the couch between his legs. He slips inside quickly, pumping in long fast strokes. Sweat covers their bodies as Jack moves above his lover.

Mike grips his own cock and strokes it in time with Jack's returns. He comes with a loud shout, feeling Jack pump his own essence inside his body

"Mike," Jack panted against his ear.

"Yeah counselor?"

"Nothing, nevermind." Mike nods and Jack pulls away. "Let's get cleaned up, eat some pizza." Mike agrees and allows himself to be pulled up.

"Something wrong Jack?" He tries to hold eye contact with the other man, but Jack turns away and heads for the bathroom.

Pizza half gone, beer drank, the two men slumped on the couch together, watching TV. "Where's the remote, I don't want to see the news."

Mike hands him the remote. "What's up with you tonight?" Jack shrugs.

"I guess maybe your grumpy mood rubbed off on me." Mike scoots closer and runs his fingers through Jack's graying hair. Jack half smiles at him, but keeps his eyes glued to the screen.

"Everything was fine just a while ago, did I do something wrong?"

“No sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. “ He looked longingly into those dark eyes and kissed his forehead.

Mike takes a deep breath. "You ready to go to bed?"

"No, you go ahead if you want, I think I'll stay up a while."

"That's OK, I'll stay up with you. If I can lay here." He rubs Jack’s thigh for a moment waiting on Jack to say something.

“Come on then.” With that he slides down and lays his head in Jack's lap.

Jack stares as the younger man yawns and closes his eyes. Soon Mike is sleeping soundly. He runs his fingers through the short, dark hair. "Mike." The younger man doesn’t stir and Jack smiles.

In a whispered voice he begins talking. "It's been six months since you pushed your way into my life, six months." He smiles. "It took me a while to accept the fact that I could have someone like you around, someone I could talk to, make love with, someone I could care about and that genuinely cared about me. Sometimes I have to say things to you at work, which I would never say, and you don't take it personal. I thought we might have a problem, I'm so glad I was wrong." He caresses Mike's cheek and Mike readjusts his head and settles back down. "I guess what all this is leading up to is, I love you Mike, I know it would probably scare the hell out of you, if I told you this, hell it scares me. I never thought it would be possible, not for me anyway. Certainly not with another man. You knew I liked men from the start and I guess that made it easier for me to accept us. But I've never had a lasting relationship with anyone. I can't lose you because of this." He relaxes and listens to Mike's even breaths as he sleeps. It’s not long before he succumbs to sleep as well, his arm protectively around Mike’s chest

Sometime around midnight Mike wakes up and nudges his sleeping companion. "What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing except we're not in bed, let's go." He takes Jack's hand and leads him into the bedroom. Jack stretches out on the bed and Mike covers his body with his own.

"I thought you were sleepy."

"I am, but I wanted to say something."

"And you have to be on top of me to do that?" Mike shakes his head and leans down for a kiss, soft gentle, undemanding.

"No, but if you get mad, I have a better chance of holding you down until I finish." Jack cocks his head to the side and frowns. He tries to push Mike off, but is held down.

"Okay detective, spill."

Mike blushes, then kisses Jack's cheek, neck and works his way down to his chest. "Well, I ahhh." He licks at a nipple.

"Mike start talking or go lower." Mike laughs.

"Well," He gets face to face with Jack again, inches apart. "I wanted to say that..." Jack tickles him in the ribs and he wiggles, brushing his groin against the older man's. "Damn Jack, stop or I'll never get this out."

"What is it? Just say it Mike." Another tickle and Mike softens his pressure at holding Jack down, Jack takes advantage and they roll. Mike is pinned underneath his lover laughing hysterically as Jack continues to tickle his ribs and neck. "Spill it detective. Or I'll continue to tickle you until you can't breath."

"OKAY! Okay, I give." Mike catches his breath and Jack lets him sit up.

"I'm waiting." Mike sits down close to him.

"I wasn't asleep on the couch." Jack starts to get up but Mike grabs him. "That's not all." Jack wouldn't look at him. "Jack," He gently takes his chin and turns his face toward him. "I love you too. It took me a while to realize it, but I do. You've weaved a spell over me counselor, I'm a sucker for your charms." Mike wiggled his eyebrows in mock amusement.

"I know you care about me Mike, but..."

"But what? You don't think I'm capable of feeling love? Is that it?" Mike stands up, hands on his hips in defiance.

"No, of course not. Come here." It takes a few tugs before Jack is able to pull Logan back on the bed with him. He kisses him hard several times and then looks into his eyes. "I love you."

Mike smiles. "I love you too."

"Happy Anniversary." Mike coaxes Jack into a deep, passionate kiss. It was interrupted by a yawn from both men. "Guess we should continue this, after we get some sleep."

Jack settles down under the comforter and motions for Mike to join him. The younger man climbs up beside him and snuggles down. “Nite, my love.”

“Hmmm.” Logan was already asleep, happily content in Jack’s arms.