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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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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."

Dodger lets out a little chuff of amusement. He isn't about to chide Garrett about wearing a seatbelt, since he isn't wearing one either. They're going a few miles above the speed limit, so he figures it must be a little overwhelming.

"I told you not to lie to me." He runs his fingers over Garrett's chest, and then presses them into his ribs. "You're not fine. Are you still high?"

That gets his attention: he flinches and kind of yips in pain before turning and giving Dodger an affronted look.

"What? No! I'm not high." Angel responds to his protests by moving closer, putting her head on his knee possessively and leveling Dodger with an accusatory stare. "Did I even do something wrong, or are you just poking me for fun?"

"I'm proving that you're lying."

Dodger holds his stare for a few moments, before his shoulders slump a little and his posture softens. He shifts to move closer, letting his hand stray up to brush Garrett's hair away from his face.

"You got hit by a car. I'm allowed to be worried about you."

It takes Garrett a second but he realizes that Dodger actually asked him a question before, so his expression is a little less confused by the time Dodger moves closer. He's worried- it would be so sweet coming from somebody else. It's almost sweet now, but for the prickle of anxiety in Garrett's chest when Dodger looks at him.

Dodger. A face he never thought he'd see again. His disappearance had been a very strange one: Garrett hardly knew whether to be relieved or disappointed, and spent weeks torn between elation and grief. The months that passed were finally starting to pull Garrett out of the shadow Dodger cast over his life. To be here now - in a real world at last, possibly at the end of his journeys - only for it to be Dodger's almost feels like a death sentence.

But there's a cold comfort in having a familiar face. Even if that face knots fear in his chest, it's someone he knows. Someone who, in a way, loves him. There's a part of Garrett that will never truly shake Dodger, a part that still mourns Francis, and that part of him is why, when Garrett looks into those clear green eyes, he can't make himself pull away.

"Run the question by me again," he says softly, uncharacteristically straightforward. "I was a bit distracted by the whole "first time being in a car" thing."

Dodger's gaze wanders over him, as if he's considering something. His fingers still linger in Garrett's hair, petting him softly while he thinks.

"I asked how your ribs are." He speaks slowly, as if speaking to someone stupid. But his voice is still soft, almost affectionate. "Scry told me to take it easy on you, so I figured you still had some bruising."

With how close they are already, Dodger decides to just shift closer so their faces are close enough to kiss. He doesn't take the initiative, though, waiting for Garrett to move closer in turn.

He'll just have to keep waiting, because Garrett stays right where he is, softening under Dodger's gentle attentions.

"I've been better." It's a struggle to keep his tone up, to defy the weight dragging him down. "It's not as bad as almost getting my spine severed."

"Mm." He mumbles noncommittally, trailing his fingers down Garrett's chest and where he knows the giant scar is.

It's undeniably nice to have Garrett here. Unexpected, inconvenient, but nice. If nothing else, the two of them know each others' bodies so well that it will be a welcome distraction from his grueling work.

His tail slowly wraps around Garrett's leg, adding a bit of gentle and affectionate pressure.

"Reality-hopping is already enough of a kick from a mule... you must be tired." He gets a little impatient and shifts closer still, resting his forehead against the older man's. "I haven't moved your stuff out of my apartment. May as well stay there until you're fixed up, heh?"

Garrett draws a labored breath. Somehow, the soft affection is making the tightness in his chest worse, despite how badly he needs comfort.

"Right. Until then," he breathes. "Shouldn't be long."

And... then what? Then a big bad world where he has nothing and knows no one- where he knows nothing and has no one. Kirkwall wasn't half this daunting; at least he had family there and a job. At least that was a world he understood, even when it didn't make sense.

Dodger might be set on seducing Garrett, but he sees the telltale signs of strain. All of this is a lot, and Garrett has been through more than most people who have been put through reality-hopping. Dodger has his painful memories, his holes in his heart where people are distinctly missing, but he knows it's nothing compared to Garrett's.

"We can take it easy today." He mumbles, still petting Garrett gently. "Eat some chinese, watch a movie. Sleep with seven dogs on the bed."

While he speaks, the car slows down and turns off. They're in front of a tall building that nonetheless looks nearly abandoned, like it might crumble if someone looks at it wrong. A dog that definitely sounds like Crusher is barking and howling from the upstairs window, and a plastic bag passes like a tumbleweed as Dodger guides Garrett and the dogs out of the car.

"Looks like we're here."

For once, Dodger says exactly the right thing: the understanding, gentle touches, and soft hand in his hair melt a tiny iota of stress away.

Then- oh. They're here. Garrett emerges from the car and stares up at the ramshackle building towering over them, visibly unimpressed.

"This is worse than Lowtown," he remarks, taking in the traffic noise and dogs barking. Familiar barking, actually. He frowns in recognition, then perks up with a sudden smile. "Is that Crusher?"

"It's home. And yeah, that's Crusher." It's worth noting that while this definitely isn't a good neighborhood, most of the buildings on this street are in generally better condition than Dodger's. He distracts himself with something on his phone while he talks. "We're on the fifth floor, but the elevator is shit so we may as well teleport."

He offers a hand to Garrett. "Ready?"

Garrett definitely notices how shit the building is, but Dodger interrupts his thoughts. With the leashes clutched in one hand, he takes Dodger's with the other.

"Hold your breath."

There's that familiar feeling of teleportation, the worst thing ever. They end up in an apartment that looks much better than one would expect from the outside - there's barely any dust, and the furniture all looks expensive but tasteful. A few things have been knocked over by the dogs - and of course all five swarm them when they enter - but otherwise it seems like Dodger cleans almost obsessively. Through a door Garrett may notice his bedroom's walls are completely coated in photos, notes, yarn and all sorts of paper. Like a conspiracy board, but covering every inch of wall. Even some of the ceiling.

Dodger sets Garrett's armor and sword down by the door, and lets Crusher jump up into his arms, scratching the dog's neck idly. Crusher definitely looks a little thinner than he was when Garrett last saw him, and his coat has become dull again.

"Make yourself at home, I've got some food on the way. Want a drink?"

Garrett stumbles a little when they pop in, reflexively grabbing Dodger's shoulder to steady himself against the swarm of giant furry bodies. They're all losing their shit almost hysterically, and Garrett realizes as he's laughing and petting them that this is the longest most of them have ever gone without seeing him. He's never been away from them for more than a day in their entire lives, except for Ox. It takes a few minutes to calm them down and beat them back- especially Crusher, who can't seem to stop crying.

After steadying himself, he looks around at the surprisingly decent apartment. It's clean and tasteful, with expensive-looking furniture and only a few things out of place. "Sure," he says to Dodger's question. While the other man is busy with that, Garrett finds the coat closet and deposits his jacket and shoes, finding himself more and more surprised at how nicely Dodger is maintaining things. He settles for a casual, "Nice place here."

Moving further in, he finally notices the view in the other room. It actually takes him aback for a moment as he soaks in how impressively crazy it is. He doesn't have to get closer to realize what's going on there, and for a moment his brain lights up with warning bells about what kind of situation he's walking into. Insane.

Anyway.

"Hi, Crusher." He turns to the dog, purposely choosing not to deal with All That. Scritching and petting are better. But that too gives him something new to take in, and another reason to give Dodger a reproachful look. "How long have you been back here? He's already starting to look worse."

Dodger busies himself with getting them both a beer, and he tosses one to Garrett before banging the lid off his on the nearest table. There's a few marks on the edges from him doing this before, so it's clearly a habit.

"A few weeks. Maybe a month. I get busy." He picks up a squeaky ball and tosses it in hand before letting it bounce off for Max and Stella to turn and chase. "He eats when I've got time to feed him, and I can't just sit down and mix up whatever the hell you were feeding him in Hell."

Garrett gives him a Look. "Rice, frozen vegetables, and cheap meat."

Not terribly hard.

The beer proves to be surprisingly good- not as good as the beer in Ainmhian, but better than Hell, drawing an appreciative hiss from him. He opens his mouth to say something, only to reel a little under a sudden wave of fatigue that has him plopping down into the nearest chair.

"Twice a day, Dodger. Maker's balls." Another pull from the bottle, and he almost moans with pleasure. "Fuck, I haven't had a drink in so long. Some asshole demon overthrew Lucifer and shut everything down. No bar, no spa, no clubs."

All of his addictions gone. Even little diversions like manicures and hot tubs and dancing gone. Both jobs gone. All he had left was the gym, and it drove him goddamn insane.

"Yeah, I remember. Figured the sinners would have revolted by now."

Dodger regards him carefully, fighting the urge to straddle him that gets so much harder when he hears that noise. But he reigns himself in, and sits beside him on the couch. Resting his beer on his lap in a way that artistically resembles an erection. Framing is important.

"If you want to keep him, you're free to. I never wanted him in the first place."

He says, as Crusher hops up on the couch between them and Dodger's hand naturally moves to scratch his ears.

"Well, now that you're here, money's no issue. I can get you whatever you want - I'm just not home most of the time. I'm back to working for Augustine, and he has me working long hours."

Garrett cocks an eyebrow at Dodger and Crusher. "Right. You obviously hate each other."

But the moment of levity is fleeting. He sighs heavily, reaching out to scratch Crusher's other ear. "I can't just live off you. But..."

Fuck. Admitting weakness is the hardest thing. It's absurd, too- Dodger knows exactly how vulnerable he is, he knows he's being ridiculous. Without help Garrett doesn't stand a chance here. As dangerous as the man is, Garrett has no choice but to open himself up. It's a calculated risk, he tells himself to feel less helpless.

"I don't know what I'm going to do."

Dodger is silent for a while, back to scanning Garrett's face as if he'll gain some new information there. He's gotten used to keeping quiet in his time back home, never opening up to anyone the way he did in Hell.

"Can't answer that for you. I've got my own shit here, and I can point you in the right direction but I'm not gonna expect you to delve into the criminal underground with me."

He moves his beer so he can pull a cigarette out and light it, pausing to take a puff before he speaks again.

"You had horns and fangs at the hospital. How'd you manage to hide them?"

Garrett's eyes light up when he sees the cigarette, and before he realizes what he's doing, he's reached over to pluck it from Dodger's hand. He takes a long, deep drag and sinks back into the couch with a long moan of intense relief.

"Sweet fucking Maker," he sighs. "I haven't had anything to smoke in months."

His brain is vibrating at high speed, so he holds his hand out to Dodger, showing off a large ring that Dodger has never seen before.

"That. Take it off."

Dodger lets him take it, and watches him with unbridled admiration. It's such a beautiful sight, watching that smoke slide from his lips. His eyes light up even more at the phrase take it off.

He thoughtlessly pushes Crusher off of the couch, and pushes Stella away when she tries to worm up in his place. Dodger slides into Garrett's lap, careful not to put too much weight on him as he takes his cigarette back.

"I've got weed too, if you've got a craving."

He sticks his cigarette between his lips just to hold onto it, and his fingers wander over Garrett's hand affectionately before he takes the ring off.

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