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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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"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.

Garrett's hands automatically settle on Dodger's hips in a sudden intimacy that takes him entirely by surprise. One minute he's moaning into a cigarette, the next he's got a lapful of beefcake. It only gets better when Dodger gives an offer that makes his eyes light up.

"Weed?" Nothing in the entire world sounds better, but that thought derails by an odd feeling that makes Garrett hiss softly.

As soon as the ring leaves his finger, his canines deform and grow out into the usual fangs, and a prickling in his scalp signals the pair of horns sprouting from his head. It feels incredibly weird and kind of hurts- but it's an intense relief, too. He sighs again, not as enthusiastically as he did for tobacco but with a hint of moan under his breath as he sags into the couch.

"That's better. Wearing it for more than a few hours at a time feels really weird."

The soft noises that escape Garrett's mouth are heavenly, and Dodger cocks his head like a dog listening to their favorite word. One of his hands wanders up to Garrett's jaw, petting his beard and then pressing a thumb into his mouth to touch one of his fangs.

"Much better." He agrees, wearing that predatory expression he always seems to get when things are decidedly going his way.

But right, he did promise weed. Dodger slides off of Garrett's lap, making sure his hands trail over the man's thighs on the way, and teleports away. A few minutes later he reappears suddenly on Garrett's lap again, holding a bag of weed in his teeth and holding a small bong in his hand. No fancy design, just the most basic bong imaginable.

"You've used these before, right?"

Garrett startles just a little bit at Dodger's return. It's been so long since they were together like this that he's not used to the man's sudden appearances anymore. Even stranger is the weird thing in his hand.

"No. Do you not use pipes?"

"Pipes are fine, these just hit a little harder. Here." He passes it into Garrett's hand, and takes the slide to fill it up. He's obviously practiced, even with moving in such close quarters. "I'll light it for you, just press your lips to the top and inhale when I pull this back out."

He's packing a one-hitter for him - Garrett deserves to get properly high, and Dodger deserves to have a properly high Garrett at his disposal.

"Think of it as smoking a whole pipe at once."

Garrett holds the weird little thing, looking at it curiously. Who designs this shit? How did someone come up with this? Wild.

"Alright. Don't think I don't know that you're just trying to get me stoned."

They both know it, but Garrett doesn't look like he's protesting when he leans in for a hit. In fact, he makes another one of those happy little sounds and looks up at Dodger with lidded eyes.

"It's been months since I've done anything fun," he confesses. "That bald little shit cut us off from everything. Drug-free, sober monogamy."

"No wonder you ended up here." He smirks, taking the bong back and preparing a hit for himself. "Your soul must have been aching for a bit of fun."

The hit passes through him like air - he's already got such a tolerance, this is really nothing for him. But it's enough of a buzz to dull his senses, stop his paranoid mind from racing so much. He sets the weed paraphernalia aside, settling on Garrett's lap and wrapping his arms around the older man's neck.

"We've covered drug-free and sober... only one place left to go, huh."

The hit doesn't bowl Garrett over too much, but it calms his own mind and drives a great deal of the anxiety away. The weird restlessness in his chest dissipates and the tension in his jaw relaxes with every breath that brings the buzz to life. It's enough that he doesn't even object when Dodger settles in and gets closer.

So close.

"Last time I let you touch me, I got in trouble," Garrett says petulantly, warming to Dodger's closeness despite his complaining.

"Who's gonna get you in trouble this time - Lucifer?"

He takes one last drag from his cigarette before mindlessly crushing it into the sidetable's surface, and abandoning it in favor of capturing Garrett's lips. His breath is full of smoke, and his kisses are slow at first but quickly become deep and desperate.

It's been too long since he had Garrett in his arms. Nights with Jason aren't anywhere as thrilling, and he'd killed a few flings out of sheer frustration. The taste of the older man's lips feels like taking off tight clothes, and finally being able to breathe.

Garrett leans into the kiss as best he can before it carries him away, breathless and uprooted by Dodger's sheer enthusiasm. His reaction is somewhat the opposite: the taste of Dodger feels like stepping into an old, shadowy place he once knew, a place filled with memories that drag cold fingers down his spine. Were it not for the drugs in his veins, he'd be backing away from the man who's hurt him so many times.

Probably, at least. He's never been good at resisting Dodger at all, but the stakes are higher here. If he dies, he won't come back.

Fortunately for Dodger, Garrett is too high to put much effort into caring. There's a part of him that's reluctant, to be sure, part of him that's uncertain and keenly aware of the danger, the part that still remembers being held down and taken in the night. He doesn't entirely kiss back at first, so much as go along with what Dodger's doing, small things barely coaxed along by Dodger's own movements. But he quickly yields to the other man's force, opening to let Dodger take his mouth fiercely with a breathless, surprised sound that's half a moan. It feels good, even though he knows it's a terrible idea. Even though the dawning realization that he's stuck here with Dodger, possibly forever, alone and vulnerable and reliant on his help, knots fear in his stomach that comes entirely from the violence between them.

The thing is, going along with it is so much easier. It feels nice and has an intensity he hasn't felt in a long time, and his body is so weak, and fighting is so hard.

He feels the reluctance, the way that Garrett is just barely meeting each of his motions and it frustrates him. But that frustration pales in comparison to his want, his need to capture and mark him.

That half-moan coarses through Dodger, like he's drinking water for the first time in days. He breaks their kiss to pant softly, a hand moving to grip Garrett by his hair, force him to look up at Dodger.

"You're just as gorgeous as I remember." He cocks his head, fire in his eyes as he licks his lips. "I want to do horrible things to you."

Dodger's tight grip on his hair makes his brain go just a little misty, much to his chagrin. Every single time someone pulls his hair he melts a little. It's ridiculous, like scruffing a kitten. He can never resist, even when the man doing it is the wrong kind of dangerous. Even when Dodger's touch makes his heart beat faster in the wrong kind of way. Garrett really is reluctant, and if he were sober he'd be giving voice to the vague no drifting through his mind.

But Dodger pulls his hair and yanks his head back, scattering pinpricks over his scalp as he's forced to look up at the man above him. With the heated compliment spoken breathlessly against his lips, Garrett starts to feel the faint first blush of arousal, a tiny kernel of warmth at Dodger's words. His own breath comes as soft panting, his parted lips swollen and red from how hard Dodger kissed him.

"Is that a compliment or a threat?" he asks, voice low and a little breathy.

Dodger doesn't answer immediately, regarding him with that clinical but dangerous look in his eyes.

"Hmm... could be both."

He tugs Garrett's head further back, and leans down to bite his neck harshly. He sucks the spot and lets his sharp fangs dig into the skin, letting out a little groan of pleasure as he does.

And then his phone buzzes, and he breaks off to grab it. He seems to immediately sober, his expression changing in an instant as he answers the call.

"Hey. Yeah, leave it in the lobby, I'll come and grab it in a minute."

While he speaks he slowly starts grinding against Garrett's cock, purposefully trying to coax a moan out of him.

"No, it wasn't a mistake. Enjoy the tip. Yeah, thanks."

He hangs up and tosses the phone aside, capturing another harsh kiss before sliding off of Garrett's lap. "Food's here."

Some days Garrett honestly doesn't know what's wrong with him.

Somehow, those three dangerous little words get under his skin with the electric whisper of danger that promises pain. He inhales softly at the rough tug on his hair then gasps at the familiar sting of sharp teeth. Dodger doesn't let up, either, biting down harder and harder until it almost breaks the skin and they're both groaning. It's almost a disappointment when the phone interrupts.

It distantly occurs to him that Dodger's skill at switching masks should be... something. He should probably think something about it. Except Dodger is grinding on his cock, green eyes locked with his so he can't get away, and it feels so fucking good. Still caught in Dodger's eyes, Garrett shivers out a low moan, utterly helpless to resist.

By the time Dodger gets up, Garrett's fangs are out, long and sharp, and his cock is hard in his jeans.

"What..." The blood is slow to return to his brain, at least while his neck is still throbbing from Dodger's teeth. Standing doesn't help, either. "What kind of food?"

"Chinese." Dodger answers absently, getting up and instantly teleporting away.

He's gone for several minutes, leaving Garrett to stew in his arousal. When he does come back he doesn't go for the man immediately, instead taking it to the kitchen to portion the food into bowls. Crusher gets up and follows him to the kitchen, sniffing loudly and whimpering for scraps.

"How's your spice tolerance?"

Garrett takes a moment on the couch to just breathe. Take a few deep, calming breaths, press his palm against his cock, adjusting himself in a half-useless attempt to simply will the boner away. Once he's a little less obviously hard, Garrett gets up and follows Dodger to the kitchen.

"Crusher, no," he says automatically, looking at the Chinese food with interest. "I'm alright. Not amazing, but pretty good for a man who never had spice until two years ago."

"Good."

Dodger passes him a bowl of singapore noodles, with beef and broccoli and an eggroll dumped on top, and a fork. His breathing is still a little labored, and his tail is flicking with excitement, but he doesn't seem to be acting on his arousal now. Which honestly, tends to mean he's up to something.

"Eat, and finish your beer. I'll join you on the couch in a second."

Crusher is now nosing at Garrett's leg, hoping for a snack.

Garrett pushes Crusher away with a firm no. Maker's ass, he had finally started getting the dog off of doing that, and now it's all set back.

"Alright." Garrett plops heavily down on the couch, taking a long swig from his beer. "Bring another one when you get back."

For a moment he and the food just stare at each other. Eating is the last thing on Garrett's mind (neck aching, cock throbbing, skin far too warm), but he picks up his fork anyway and goes for a big fork-full of noodles. As soon as he takes that bite, hunger hits him like a ton of bricks and he digs in with a ridiculously appreciative groan.

Crusher lets out another whine, before smiling and wandering off to bother the other dogs. Impressive how he seems to make it look like it was his idea.

Dodger stops to send a few more texts. Answering a question from Scry, sending sweet nothings to Jason, and giving more information to Coyote. Just housekeeping, while he prays to a god he doesn't really believe in that Augustine won't text him during this.

Finally he teleports to the couch, and turns the TV on to the news. Maybe not the best to give Garrett too much information about his world, but he just likes keeping up with it. Right now they're covering some petty car chase - rather, the police chasing after a man who is running through the streets at roughly 60 MPH, jumping on top of cars when they get in his way. He's seen it a thousand times, and clearly doesn't really care about it, just shoveling down his food so he can get something in his system.

Contrary to Dodger, Garrett absolutely cares about the news. The chase is so compelling that he ends up sitting there holding half an eggroll, staring at the running man intently.

"Is that what passes for a speedster here?" Garrett takes another large bite from his eggroll and quietly gives the rest to Angel, who hasn't stopped staring at Dodger since they entered the apartment. "How common are powers?"

"Nah, he's pretty slow. They'll catch him sooner or later."

He yawns, setting his bowl down and leaning on Garrett while he finishes his beer. Without much ceremony, his hand starts unzipping the older man's pants and fishing for his cock.

That second question makes him think for a second.

"Pretty common. 30% of the population, maybe? Hard to keep a census, since most people hide them. Or end up on the wrong side of the law."

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