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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

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"Okay." Garrett nods dreamily while wheels slowly turn in his wounded head. Dogs. Too many dogs for a city place, isn't it? A lot of dogs. The buildings out there- the places can't be big, they looked like the hotel so people's homes can't be very big. Nowhere to run around.

"It's too many dogs for the city," he notes, brows drawing together in a slow-motion frown. "On TV, city apartments are always small. Are they small in real life? Or is it like everyone being sexy and waking up with makeup on?"

Edited 2021-04-26 18:35 (UTC)

Dodger cracks a smile at that, and lets out another amused chuff.

"They're smaller than they look on TV. But money's no issue, I can get you some room to breathe."

There's a knock on the door, and Dodger teleports backward to lean on the wall and look like he doesn't care about the situation at hand. He's very cool and emotionless he swears. After a moment a nurse comes in, and pauses when she sees Dodger before just moving past him to sit beside Garrett. "Hi Garrett. I just need to take a look at your head and see what I can do about it. How are you feeling?"

Dodger obviously doesn't know how to stand while she's working, so he just sort of stays where he is and shoves his hands in his pockets.

Garrett gives an answer somewhere in the realm of "Like a very heavy cloud. Or a drunk. My brain is seasick."

While she works, he lies there placidly, somewhat less chill about pain than he normally is. The cause becomes quite clear when he blurrily asks, "Can I have more of the- stuff?"

Morphine? She's very patient. It reminds Garrett of a woman he knew in Lothering. No mage, but knew herbs and remedies like no other. Only a little. We don't want you getting sick.

"Dodger said you have healing." Or something? He's not entirely sure. "Does someone have healing? I can't do it myself when my head is fucked."

"I can heal you a little bit, but my powers are sort of limited." She puts her fingers on his forehead, and a bit of glowing light pulses around his temples while she clears up his concussion. It doesn't really help with the rest of his body, but his head should feel less swimmy.

She glances at Dodger. "Dr. Scry asked for you to see him, Dodger."

"I'll talk to him when I'm done here."

"Is this a friend of yours?"

"Nah, he's not running with me. Not yet."

She purses her lips, but doesn't say anything to that.

Garrett sighs happily as she melts away the nausea and at least some of the pain with a stoned thanks. His head is a little less swimmy- the concussion is gone but the traces of morphine remain, making for less pain but not dooing much for his brain-to-mouth filter.

"No, we're not friends," he says, the beginnings of a drugged-up giggle tugging at the corners of his lips. "He's actually my-"

"-Thanks. For your help, Diane." Dodger interrupts loudly. "Think you could give us some space to talk for a sec?"

She raises her brows at him. "You know you don't run this place, right?"

"Yeah, sure. But fuck off for a bit."

She rolls her eyes, but gets up. "Garrett, there's a button right here on the side of the bed. Press it if you need someone to come for you."

"I'll make sure he stays alive."

Dodger stays put until she leaves, and then moves closer to Garrett and hisses, "Keep your mouth shut around civs."

Garrett thanks her for the button, then thanks her again as she walks out, a vacant little almost-smile still on his face when Dodger starts saying something to him. All he catches is the last part, which doesn't even make sense.

"What's a civ? Like sieve? Are we filtering them?"

"Civilian. Y'know, non-military, uninvolved in war. God, you're stupid."

He steals the nurse's chair, and sinks into it while pulling out a cigarette to smoke. A text interrupts him, and he grumbles at it before putting his pack away. Scry is bothering him again not to smoke in the clinic.

"Just don't talk to anyone, let me handle shit. This isn't like Hell, okay, I've got a reputation and I'd like to keep it straight."

Garrett doesn't argue that last part. Yeah, this place obviously isn't like Hell. It has cars and no welcoming committee and is so much bigger than Hell ever was, even just the little part of the city he's seen. But something does bug him enough to snark about it, even while stoned off his gourd.

"I'm not stupid. They don't call them civilians back home." Garrett lifts his non-broken arm to his hair, messing it gracelessly. "You wouldn't last five minutes in Kirkwall."

Dodger cocks his head, considering that with a vague shrug.

"Don't doubt it. But I'd probably last longer than you will here without my help. If you fuck with the wrong person, they could kill you without lifting a finger."

A rare case, seeing as Dodger is one of the more powerful mutants in the city, but not impossible. There are definitely forces he's learned not to mess with.

Garrett drifts a little, taking in maybe two thirds of what Dodger says. Enough to sleepily remark, "Your world's another shitty one, isn't it?"

Again he smiles, and a rough chuckle escapes him as he nods, "Yeah, it is. No asshole God this time, at least."

He's silent for a while before standing up. "I'll come pick you up when you get released, shouldn't be more than a few days. Do you have a phone?"

"Right there." Garrett sort of waves at the corner, where his pieces of armor and sword are leaned against the wall. On the little table next to them is a phone.

It's different from the other places." His brows furrow with faint worry. "It's a lot more complicated and there's nobody in it."

No database of other users with a single easily accessed network. None of those hallmarks of every otherworld he's been to before.

Edited 2021-04-26 22:04 (UTC)

"Yeah, this ain't a pocket dimension. This is a real world."

He wanders over to grab Garrett's phone and starts messing with it, giving a sidelong glance to the sword and armor.

"I'll put my number in, and Scry's if you want. He runs the hospital here, best one for us to go without getting mistreated - they don't ask too many questions here, either." There's a pause. "He's my uncle. So he treats me good."

That's something that he wouldn't admit to anyone else, but... Garrett knows much more dangerous secrets about him. There's no point in hiding his relation to Scry.

A question bubbles up in Garrett's throat at the word uncle, but Dodger answers it immediately with a sentence that relaxes him visibly.

"As long as he's better than the rest of your family," he says, sounding slow and a little drunk. "I can't kick any asses like this."

"Yeah. He's alright." Dodger grumbles, sounding like a teenager complimenting their parent. "He's the closest thing I've got to family, here."

More than anything, what throws him off is the assertion that Garrett would kick Scry's ass if he wasn't good. He still hasn't gotten used to the man caring like that. It makes him pause, stewing in his own thoughts before he sighs and passes the phone over to him.

"There. You've got me and Scry in your phone. Don't worry about texting me, he'll let me know when to come get you. Just focus on getting better."

There's another moment of hesitation before he moves over to kiss Garrett's forehead before turning to leave.

Garrett nods his agreement sleepily, feeling heavy under the higher dose of drugs hitting his system. With a blurry bye, Dodger is gone, leaving Garrett alone to nap.

When he wakes up, he temporarily forgets what happened, just drugged enough to be confused and freaking out so badly that a nurse and two orderlies come. It takes a few minutes to explain where he is, but when it sinks in, it does so abruptly. The nurse on duty is harried but kind, taking a moment with him to show him how to use his phone. It proves easier than he thought, despite how much more complex the thing is than anything he's had in previous worlds. He reads a lot over the next couple days, endlessly fascinated by what he's seeing. It's surreal to finally learn about the places he'd only ever seen in TV and stories. The world is so much bigger than what he's seen, and so different- Russia is different than he thought, Mexico isn't actually yellow, and apparently Germany isn't evil, either. There's too much to take in, and every news article he reads takes him down a confused rabbit hole of googling to find out what the hell everyone is talking about.

(Central City turns out to be somewhere called Colorado, which sounds wrong. Unfamiliar. He doesn't have the heart to look for more.)

The more he learns, the more it hits him: this isn't a pocket dimension. This is a real world. This world is enormous, probably bigger than Thedas. Definitely louder. He had only been to any kind of America one time: a single night out on the town in New York, visited through a portal in Zhautas. He got a piercing while very drunk and his boyfriend healed him in an alleyway. To him, Boston looks both the same and very, very different. It's the way with all big cities, he supposes. To the uninitiated, they're all the same kind of overwhelming.

This isn't a pocket dimension. It's a real one. A harsh one that hates the poor and homeless, and his only belongings are a duffel bag and half-dozen hungry dogs. It hates outsiders and mutants, and his ignorance of everything marks him as obviously as his horns. It doesn't seem to be a fan of gay people, either, and by the end of his second night in the hospital, there's a pit in his stomach as deep as the ocean.

At least the TV is good. There are apparently companies to get videos from, but they cost money that Garrett doesn't have, so he ends up watching a lot of stuff on the hospital TV and on some free app on his phone. It's the best he can do to combat the rising anxiety, outside of morphine and cigarettes. Eventually the nurses get suspicious of his requests for morphine and heal him up some more- enough to take off the cast, but not enough for him to be at 100%. Garrett tries to heal himself a little, but magic proves difficult to cast. The pitiful little spark he manages seems to taunt him, sneering that there's nothing to worry about, because he'll have plenty of time to figure it out.

When it comes time to release him, his stomach is in knots and his body still feels weak. They let him know that they'll be discharging him soon, and Garrett has to resist the urge to ask for more time in the hospital, just to avoid the reality of leaving these walls. It's a brave new world.

Edited 2021-04-28 01:34 (UTC)

The days leading up to Garrett's release are a little bit of hell for Dodger. Taking care of seven dogs, balancing that with all of Augustine's whims and visiting Jason at work when he has the time for it. At least he does manage to get ahold of Coyote, and make arrangements for Garrett's falsified documents. He nearly misses Scry's message when it's time to grab Garrett, and he's definitely late.

Dodger shows up in the hospital lobby about thirty minutes after he was supposed to, with Max and Angel on leashes beside him. His eyes light up when he sees the older man, but his body language doesn't change at all. Still, he holds himself differently than he did in Hell - he sits up straight, giving off an air that he's genuinely not someone to fuck with. An energy that suits a predator, pacing in the midst of its native prey.

"Hey." He greets neutrally, keeping his distance for now while the dogs lunge to say hi. "I figured these two would make less of a scene, but I know they'd want to see you."

When Angel jumps up, Garrett leans down to pet her gingerly, laughing at the dogs' unbridled joy. However, when Max launches himself off the ground and clear into Garrett's arms, the impact of the dog's stocky body hitting Garrett rather painfully knocks the wind out of him. "Hey, hey- shh, stop, no-" After a moment he gives up and puts Max down just to relieve the strain on his body. "It's alright, shh, I love you to, idiot."

They calm down after a moment, encouraged when Garrett helpfully closes his giant hand around Max's entire face, letting Garrett finally look up at Dodger properly. The difference in the other man's bearing strikes him immediately- this is not the same man he left. It's more like the man he first met in the club.

Somehow, the sudden chill stays inside, not touching his relatively friendly expression or posture.

"Thanks," he answers, a hand still on each head. Max has helped himself to the chair next to Garrett so the man can reach him without bending over. "I hope they haven't been completely terrible. Do you even have any uneaten furniture left?"

Talking too much. Uncertainty. Hard to navigate this situation, no footing to find, so he talks.

Dodger's gaze sweeps over Garrett, more than once as the man talks. As if he's picking apart every twitch of his facial expression, his body language, taking it all in carefully. There's a bit of silence before he answers.

"The mabari are helping. Took some work, but they know the rules now."

He may or may not have burned a few of them. Angel definitely has some singed fur around her backside.

"We should get you home. I've got a car waiting - you can walk, right?"

A bit of phrasing catches his attention- they know the rules now. It's been three days. Work? His eyes narrow ever so slightly and it takes him a second to answer.

"I'm fine."

"He's not," a passing nurse interjects.

"Don't worry about me, I told you-" Garrett leans down to pick up a large plastic bag full of armor pieces, only to contradict himself with a painful hiss.

"No lifting," she tells Dodger. To make her point, she firmly removes the bag from Garrett's hands, meeting very little resistance despite Garrett's apparent - if brief - effort to hold on to it. "He'll need a few weeks to recover fully."

Wanting to make himself useful, Garrett picks up the leashes, hiding a twinge of pain so as not to further wound his already bruised dignity.

Dodger lets him take the leashes, and instead takes the bag from the nurse. He doesn't say anything, just watching Garrett for a bit before turning to leave.

"C'mon. Let's not keep him waiting."

The car that's waiting for them is large and sleek, black with gold trims, and a small symbol on the back window that looks like an inverted delta symbol. The same symbol that Garrett has likely seen tattooed on Dodger's left thumb, printed on his wallet and hanging from Crusher's collar. Dodger ushers Garrett and the dogs into the spacious back seat - there's a black divider separating them from the driver, with a sliding window to access him if they need to. The windows are also tinted almost entirely black.

The sight of an unexpectedly nice-looking car shocks Garrett into forgetting about his anxiety. It's sleeker and cleaner than the ones around it, and it appears that gold accents are universal.

"Is this yours?" He gives Dodger an astonished look as the man beckons him in.

The inside, just as nice as the outside, carries with it the distinct air of luxury that Garrett recognizes even as an outsider to this world. This might be Garrett's first time in a car, but he sees the difference between driving your own cart and having a carriage driver. For a moment he wonders if Dodger bothered to spend money on him- until the symbol on the outside of the car dawns on him. He turns to Dodger with clear shock on his face.

"How is this yours?"

Dodger shrugs, "It's a company car. Courtesy of Victor Augustine - I'm a valuable asset, and he treats me as such. Usually I just ride my bike around, but I figured this would work better."

He shuts the door behind them, and the car drives off. Dodger's body language changes subtly now that they're in private - whether it's the car or the fact that there's no one around to impress, he looks distinctly less comfortable than he did at the clinic.

"How's your ribs? And don't lie to me this time."

Garrett is utterly failing to hide his wide-eyed gawking at- everything. The car, the seats, the strange panel in the ceiling, the straps of fabric he runs a hand over, briefly fingering an odd metal thing attached.

"Fine," he murmurs distantly, not hearing Dodger at all. His attention flickers from the metal in his hands up to the window again. The ever-changing view makes him almost dizzy. How fast are they going?

"Being in a car is nothing like seeing them on TV."

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