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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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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."

Garrett looks over at Dodger almost skeptically, raising an eyebrow at the man's random groping.

"Thirty percent? Really?" He picks up his beer and takes another drink. "If that many people have them, why does anyone need to hide?"

Something tells him that this conversation isn't going to stay political for long. It will probably veer into territory that won't mesh well with having the taste of Chinese food in his mouth. To that end, he knocks back the rest of his beer in one long, rather impressive pull.

Dodger snorts, as if the answer is completely obvious.

"The people with the guns and tech have the power."

It doesn't seem that his groping has much purpose at the moment; he isn't stroking him so much as just enjoying the feeling of it in his hand. His skin is gently warmed, his fingertips roughened by returning to his work so they scratch softly against Garrett's shaft.

"Everyone has a weakness. Everyone has a limit. Sooner or later, the humans will catch them and snap a power collar on them, cart them off to rot in some jail cell. That's assuming they don't have a rap sheet." A distinct bitterness slips into his tone, the same tone that bubbles up every time he talks about mutant oppression. "I know you think I'm just a killer for hire, but that's not why I got into this business. Humans deserve pain for what they're doing to us. I do what I do so that we can flip the script."

"You are a killer for hire," Garrett says quietly, voice gone softer the longer Dodger toys with his cock. "I wonder how many politicians and businessmen are actually mutants."

It's a very interesting subject, but it's also quite hard to focus with a hand down his pants. Dodger's fingers feel different than they used to, and it's all he can think about.

"Your hands are rough again," he murmurs.

"I'm a revolutionary." He retorts, but he can see the interest is fading and he isn't about to drag Garrett's focus back. As much as he takes pride in his ideals.

He finishes his beer in a long pull, and sets it aside with a thoughtless motion before burying that hand in Garrett's beard. He loves toying with that scruff, tugging it to pull the man in for a kiss.

"Surprised you noticed."

Garrett still feels that anxiety, the fear that rises in his gut when Dodger's hands run over him and the surge of memory that follows. But for some damn reason he allows the touching, entranced as he is by the hand on his cock. Dodger draws him in for a kiss and Garrett goes with it, body responding to the warmth and the sensation of it.

"It's hard not to notice the hand on your cock," he points out, torn between warmth and simmering anxiety at being touched so gently. "I suppose mine will too, soon enough."

Dodger has a few things he could say to that, but he decides he'd rather focus on the more important things. Slipping his knee between Garrett's legs, trapping him in against the couch while his kisses and his hand both become more focused. The fingers in Garrett's beard move back to play with his hair, gripping into it softly as Dodger starts to really get into it.

After a while he breaks off, leaning up so he can peel his shirt off. All those familiar scars are still there, but his skin is riddled with fresh bruises. Garrett's familiar enough with injuries that he'll be able to tell Dodger was kicked repeatedly on one side, and hit with something around his opposing hip. He doesn't seem bothered by the injuries, though, moving as if they aren't there, focused instead on fumbling with his belt buckle.

A soft sound slips out from Garrett's mouth when Dodger grips his hair, pitching a little lower as Dodger's hand starts to move with purpose. It's soft (yet rough) and so warm he can't bear the thought of leaving that gentle heat. His own hands run up Dodger's sides, smoothing so gently over the bruises until they're resting uncertainly on Dodger's shoulders.

Uncertain, as if not knowing whether to lean in or pull away. Terrifying memories still rattle around his head no matter how hard he tries to ignore them.

A low hiss escapes him as Garrett touches the bruises, and he covers it up by capturing the man's lips again. Then he pauses, pressing their foreheads together so he can just soak in the intimacy of the moment.

"I missed you." He mumbles.

Thematically, they can hear yelling and gunshots from the TV as Dodger starts to yank his pants down, kick them off and reach for Garrett's shirt.

Garrett isn't sure how to respond to that, so he too chooses to cover up a potential awkward moment by going in for a kiss. In fact, he escalates just a little, nipping at Dodger's lip right before leaning back to give Dodger a go at his shirt. The intimacy of it is throwing him off- despite being the exact opposite of violence, it harkens back to memories of it in strange ways that he doesn't know how to deal with. This isn't how things are supposed to go with them.

(Did he miss him? It's hard to remember. At first, he thinks, and maybe the whole way through, but he didn't miss the violence or the trauma.

Probably. It's hard to remember.)

"It's been a long time," Garrett breathes, groaning a little at the sudden exposure to the open air. Vulnerable. Fuck, he doesn't-

"Every time we're together, I end up getting hurt. Or in trouble."

Not that he's actually... stopping Dodger. Or acknowledging that half the time they were together, the hurt was his idea or something he intensely got off on.

"You love it, though." he grins roguishly, capturing his lips again and answering that bite with a nip of his own.

He doesn't bother getting Garrett's pants completely off, because then they'd have to get up. Instead he gets them down far enough that he can reach everything, and settles on the man's lap. He takes their cocks in one hand, squeezing them together with slow and purposeful strokes.

"Tell me about last time. What did Barbas do to you, when he found out?"

Because there's no doubt whatsoever, that Barbas found out.

First of all, Garrett absolutely resents that answer. Just because it's true doesn't mean Dodger should say it, let alone look infuriatingly attractive like that. But the next kiss denies him his chance to argue, and with the sharp sting of teeth Garrett finds himself distracted from the moment.

When that warm, rough hand closes around his cock, he forgets what he wanted to say altogether. Dodger is touching him just the way he likes, slow and sensual, the other man's length hard against his own and making his breath catch every time the friction drags at his piercing. It takes some real concentration to avoid sinking into it entirely and forgetting himself.

He manages, though, well enough to laugh a little at the question. "I got in trouble," he answers unhelpfully. The last thing he needs is for Dodger to have more to use against him. "Barbas was very strict about enforcing monogamy for married couples, and didn't hold back on taking away freedoms from sinners."

The word drips with sarcasm.

It pulls a low chuckle from Dodger, who's quickly growing more comfortable with having the man under him again. Back in their familiar roles, with Dodger softly holding Garrett captive by a grip on his cock.

"That's all I get?" Another kiss, followed by a scrape of teeth against his neck. "Tell me what he did to you. I'm curious. Did he chain you up?"

The arrogance in that low laugh infuriates Garrett, who would like nothing better than to tell Dodger where to stuff it. Curiously enough, he somehow doesn't get around to pushing the man away- maybe from the shiver running down his spine?

Teeth at his throat again. Shivering in Dodger's hold again. He won't let Garrett off without an answer, so he doesn't really have a choice.

"He didn't want to imprison people." Every word drags out reluctantly. "It was more about teaching... chastity."

That makes his eyes light up, and he leans back to scan Garrett's face. Seeing the reluctance, the embarrassment. What exactly does it take to make a man like this embarrassed?

"Did you have to wear one of those cock cages?"

There's mirth dripping from his voice, and he really can't help it. The idea of trying to stuff that hog into a chastity cage is hilarious.

Garrett is rather less amused, staring daggers at the other man. The situation wouldn't be that bad, except for the fact that it fucking is and telling Dodger about it is giving him power that he absolutely should not have. It was embarrassing enough at the time, but this takes the cake.

"You ruined a week of my life," he gripes. "It fucking hurt."

They don't normally hurt. They aren't supposed to.

Dodger starts laughing openly at that, and at the mental image of Garrett's cock bulging out of a little silver sleeve. He is trying to keep it quiet, but it's a losing battle.

"That must have looked so hot, though..." He snickers, laying his head on Garrett's shoulder while his fingers slide up to play with that piercing, warming it slowly. "He'd have to plug you up too, or you'd still be able to fuck... Hell, he'd need a gag, too. Maybe some rope to hold your hands back... knowing you, it'd be a full time job to keep you away from cock."

There's definitely ideas spinning in his head. But right now he's just focusing on keeping Garrett hard and lost in pleasure, going back to stroking them both a little harder and faster.

Garrett reaches up and flicks Dodger's ear hard just to be a shit.

"They didn't plug and hog-tie me. Barbas was a morality-enforcing tightass, not a dungeon dom," he snarks. "I stayed with Caitlin instead of pushing it. Maker knows what else they would have done to me."

Dodger's touching feels really good, but he's. Ugh. Ugh, this guy is a dick and he can't stop talking. "It fucking hurt," he complains. "There were spikes. And a sound."

That's so fucking hot. Garrett will be able to feel Dodger's reaction, how his cock pulses and warms, and how his breathing gets steadily heavier.

"I miss tying you up." He mutters, almost as if he didn't hear that complaint. A hiss escapes him- he's going to come if they keep talking about this. "Fuck... how do you wanna get fucked tonight?"

Maker help him, but Dodger's obvious reaction gets under his skin. The fact that the other man is so hungry for his suffering and bondage is... way hotter than it should be. The man is dangerous, he's violent, he's insane, but Garrett can't resist that deep part of himself that seeks out danger like a man possessed.

So when Dodger pants with arousal, when his cock throbs hard against Garrett's own shaft, when he makes that intense little sound, Garrett feels it. He feels it in his spine and under his skin and in his veins, he feels heat closing in around him as his senses fill up with Dodger.

"Maker, I don't know," he pants, breath coming shorter. "It's been a while since anyone's fucked me at all."

"Maybe I should ride you, then." Dodger cocks his head, "Then we don't have to move too much... I can pin your arms behind your back and use you."

Another kiss, and Dodger leans back to give him one of his signature, infuriatingly cute looks.

"What do you think?"

As delicious of an idea as that is, Garrett answers with an infuriatingly charming shit-eating grin of his own.

"I think it sounds fine."

Just fine. Not great, not good, not sexy or hot. Fine.

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