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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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"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.

It makes Dodger pause, and his smile wanes just slightly. It's been a while since anyone's spoken to him out of turn, and he has to adjust to it.

Finally he grins, and smacks Garrett's head lightly before ruffling his hair.

"Jackass." He lets go of their cocks, and repositions himself a bit. "Alright. Make some of that magic lube for us."

Garrett tries but fails to duck Dodger's hand with a shameless smirk and watches Dodger maneuver with a low, lusty stare. Then Dodger gives an order that dims his smile ever so slightly, with that familiar vaguely embarrassed annoyance that comes when Garrett has to admit that he can't do something.

"I can't. Magic has been really hard here," he admits, hands coming to rest lightly on Dodger's hips. Dodger seems intent on taking his cock, so he has to add, "I can barely even use my Templar abilities."

That... well. That really does dull the mood. The smile slowly slides off his face, and he switches back to that serious, almost moody look.

"Oh."

He sets his jaw, leaning back a bit because he appreciates the hands on his hips.

"That ever happen before? In the other worlds you've been to?"

"Well.... no." Honesty time. He hates it. "It isn't completely gone, just- a lot harder. This is an actual real world different from Thedas, I think I have to relearn how to access my magic and abilities again."

Something occurs to him that makes him frown thoughtfully.

"I haven't tried it with blood yet. You know- just as power. Not actual blood magic." He cocks his head contemplatively. "Just imagine if you bit me and I could suddenly cast."

Dodger is silent for a moment, mulling this information over in his head. And then he takes Garrett's hand, sliding it up to his mouth so he can kiss the fingers.

He glances up at Garrett, watching his reaction as his fang sink into the skin between his fingers and thumb, just enough to draw blood.

He could say something. He could stop it, but Dodger's mouth has him so entranced that Garrett just watches those wickedly sharp teeth sink slowly into his skin. The prick of bright pain breaks the spell.

"Ow," he winces, frowning slightly. "Did you have to choose right there?"

On instinct the spell he goes for is healing, mending that little cut that promises to hurt far more than its size would suggest. Except this time, there's no struggle in it- the magic comes to him easily, flowing almost as naturally as it ever has. A bit more effort, perhaps, a bit smaller than usual, but it's there.

"Well, there we go." Garrett looks at Dodger brightly. "It won't help me Silence, but it's something."

"Maybe I'll surprise you this time."

He'd rather not be playing with fire (hah) this time, though. Not if they don't have a guaranteed off-switch. He sighs softly, and slides off of Garrett's lap, although his tail still slides up to whip lightly against Garrett's cock.

"Bed. Let's get comfortable."

Garrett hisses at the light lash against his cock, swatting uselessly at the tail that's already gone. "Alright, alright."

He gets to his feet, stretching gingerly before moving to follow Dodger into the bedroom. "You know that still counts as a whip, right?"

Dodger's tail waves slowly as he looks back over his shoulder, shrugging lightly. "Didn't flinch, did you?"

He bursts into flames, disappearing and reappearing in bed. And he's already comfortable in bed, presenting himself and his eager cock for Garrett to come and get.

"Lube's in the nightstand."

Of course Garrett follows. His misgivings are starting to fade away, lost behind a haze of drugged arousal. Fading or just hidden, he isn't sure, but in the moment it doesn't really seem to matter. What matters is Dodger, naked and hard and ready for him, fixing him with that intense gaze. If Garrett didn't know better, (does he?), he'd say it looks almost predatory.

"Haven't used this in a while," he remarks, closing the drawer with bottle in hand. He approaches the bed and kneels on it, crawling towards Dodger seductively on his hands and knees. "Haven't done a lot of things in a while."

"Then I don't have to be jealous." Dodger purrs, curling his tail around Garrett's leg as he pulls him closer, kissing him and nipping at his lips.

He guesses that bottoming isn't a good idea for him. Not tonight - they can try again later. His hands move to Garrett's hips, digging in softly with heated fingers as he delivers another sharp bite to the older man's collarbone.

"So what do you want to do?"

Garrett does a slight double-take when that tail wraps around his leg - shit, he still isn't used to that - but Dodger's mouth quickly distracts him. It's so easy to get lost in the heat of him, the soft kisses with rough stubble, the way the warm softness always, always comes with pain. There is no Dodger without pain- and he drives that point home hard with a harsh bite that flares up heat in the pit of his stomach.

The sharp sting races through him like sparks, chasing a sudden surge of lust down his spine. He moans roughly and looks down at Dodger with dark eyes, hair falling in a curtain around him. "Fuck me," he urges, fangs glinting in the curtain-filtered light. "I haven't been fucked since you did."

He hasn't experienced Dodger's deadly intensity. Hasn't been filled in months.

That look, those eyes, those parted and puffed lips... Dodger purrs as a shiver runs through him, and he answers by dragging Garrett down into another rough, claiming kiss.

In the same motion he sits up, rolling the older man onto his back so Dodger can pin him down to the bed. His motions are still slow and deliberate, dragging it out so Garrett can appreciate every brush of their skin. His tail slips free to whip through the air, wagging like a dog's as he leans down to press kisses along Garrett's skin.

"You're so cute." He smirks, settling himself between the man's legs and reaching for the bottle of lube, "Keep talking... I love the sound of your voice."

Edited 2021-05-04 01:28 (UTC)

Dodger always knows just how to pull Garrett in: with low, rasping purrs, with hands rough in his hair, with kisses so harsh and domineering they make his head spin. It feels like he's always just a little bit off-balance with Dodger, never knowing what the next second will bring, never quite finding his feet.

(Maybe that's just been true since December. He isn't even sure anymore. Nothing was ever entirely clear with them, was it?)

That sense of wrong-footedness turns against him when Dodger rolls him over and pins him down, immovable as a mountain holding him fast. Garrett exhales a soft sigh from Dodger's heavy weight, the way he manages to loom over Garrett despite technically being smaller. When he's lying down like this he doesn't feel bigger- not with Dodger covering him with his body, strong and broad and hard with muscles that hold him helpless with ease. A shiver runs down his spine when Dodger forces his legs apart, utterly unstoppable in the way that makes Garrett not even try. And oh, that voice, that low voice with a faint rasp that gets inside him and pulls him apart- Garrett's hazy mind can't even hope to resist that charm.

"What do you want me to talk about?" He asks somewhat hazily, lifting his tired arms to wind around Dodger's neck. It's a little tiring, but he can do it. "Tell me."

Dodger hums softly, as if he really has to think about it.

"Tell me what you want to try sometime. The next time I fuck you."

He always likes hearing about Garrett's fantasies. He's gotten used to experimenting with the man, always expecting something new and exciting each time they collide. It might be part of why Dodger finds him so addictive.

While Garrett's talking, Dodger wets his hand and starts to gently probe into Garrett's entrance, his other hand moving to stroke Garrett's cock. He wants to draw this out, really savor it instead of devouring the man like he usually does.

That answer actually throws him for a loop. After so much time with Dodger gone, he'd started to adjust to the absence and the gradual lifting of an invisible weight from his chest. He'd started to breathe for the first time in months.

But here they are, in their usual places: Dodger taking what he wants and Garrett under him, spreading his legs for the man eagerly. Garrett lets out a soft sound that turns into a real moan when Dodger's finger works inside him, almost giddy with the relief of being penetrated again.

"I don't know," he confesses with a sigh. His hand works in Dodger's hair a little as Dodger's own hands make him squirm with pleasure. "I was starting to get used to being married and you being gone. It- it was nice, Caitlin was nice. Mmm. You know, I'd almost forgotten how amazing tits are? But I still missed cock. She tortured me quite a lot while I was caged but- oh, fuck-" Another touch that makes him arch his back with a shivering moan. The effort of raising his arms is already exhausting and they fall to the bed, the strength gone out of him. "She tortured me but I missed getting fucked. She tried a little, but I don't think she ever pegged anyone before- it wasn't the same as a real cock. She couldn't burn me, either. Cait was too nice to actually hurt me."

Starting to get used to you being gone. That phrasing makes his eyes narrow slightly, but he tries to keep his reaction mild. It smooths over pretty quickly, anyway, when Garrett starts to babble about missing cock. That's exactly what he likes to hear, and there's a slow breath of amusement as he presses his fingers in deeper.

"That was the problem with Barry too, wasn't it..." His other hand slides up Garrett's cock, lingering on his foreskin and just sliding it over his head and back. "You need someone to hurt you, or you get restless. That isn't masochism, y'know, it's addiction."

That's a line Scry has thrown at him more than once. Almost ironic for him to be using it here.

Dodger adds another finger and Garrett sighs in soft pleasure at the feeling of being filled. The delicious stretch, and that moment when Dodger presses at the spot that makes him arch his back and whine from a bright sunburst of feeling. Fuck, he missed this. It goes right to his head, adding to the warm haze enveloping him.

If he wasn't high, Garrett would have the clarity to notice and bristle at the problem with Barry, but he's too stoned to care about anything past the immediate moment. The fingers inside him and the hand on his cock, the way Dodger can pry him open and get him to do anything the man wants. In this moment, he's warm and wanting and can hardly think about anything but how good this feels. Yes, yes, Dodger's right- he needs to be hurt, he isn't complete without it. As fucked up as it is and as dangerous as it is to admit, Garrett doesn't hesitate to nod, biting his lip and moaning when Dodger touches him just right.

"Oh Maker- maybe I am," he breathes, cheeks starting to color. "Even when I knew it was- you know, less fucked up to be away from you- I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your cock, and- and the stupid motorcycle and your guitar and- fucking me when I can't breathe."

Dodger lets out a low sigh, slowly moving his fingers to zero in on that spot that made Garrett whine. Beyond the sex, the relief of fueling his addiction, there's something small and warm that forms at the mention of his bike and guitar. Things that have absolutely nothing to do with sex, that Dodger loves. Things that make him genuinely happy.

"I missed you too." He mumbles with a wry smirk on his face, "Maybe things would work out better if you didn't try to hide it."

God, he wants to kiss him. So badly.

"Next time I fuck you, I'm gonna hold you against the wall by your throat." His fingers press into that spot again, right when his hand squeezes around Garrett's cock. "Do you want that?"

"Maybe thi-" Garrett's blurry mumble, murmured obliviously right as Dodger starts talking, cuts off abruptly at the word fuck.

The fuck gets his attention, but the rest of that delicious promise gets a husky breath underlined with a faint moan. Then, oh then he arches his back with a helpless sound of pure pleasure, gripping the sheets in clenched fists as Dodger slowly drowns him in a rising tide of simmering heat. It fills Garrett's mind with the image of Dodger fucking him against the wall, holding him up like he's weightless, a tight hand around his throat.

Does he want that?

"Yeah," he whines, cock throbbing in Dodger's hand. "I want it. I want- I want-"

"Fuck..." He murmurs, pulling his fingers out and stroking Garrett much faster. He leans over the older man, kissing him breathlessly as he grinds up against his ass. He wants this drawn out, but Garrett's body is the sweetest drug he knows, and pacing himself feels like being bound up in chains.

"Come for me." It comes out as a mutter under his breath, making their teeth clash between kisses. "I want to fuck you while you're spent."

Dodger kisses him soundly and Garrett answers, bringing a tired hand up to the man's cheek and hooking around the back of Dodger's neck to hold his tired arm up. As dangerous as he knows this to be, Garrett can't quite bring himself to care when his mind is fuzzy like this, all blurred from pot and the fires of lust. When Dodger pulls his fingers away Garrett breathes a small sound of protest against Dodger's lips, missing the feeling despite how good the man is making him feel.

"I need more," he answers, a low moan rumbling in his chest as Dodger strokes him. Fuck fuck fuck it feels so good, and Garrett knows he could come like this, but- "Don't stop what you were doing, I want you inside."

He grins into the kiss, letting out a moan as Garrett answers it and presses back. And honestly, how can he resist? He utters a little noise of approval, before pulling back to line himself up.

It's a rushed motion, fumbling to wet his cock with lube and press it into Garrett's ass. He pushes it in as far as he can without hurting Garrett, letting out a sigh of pleasure before pumping with an impatient and needy pace.

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