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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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A hard shudder runs through Garrett at those filthy words, cut off by that sharp thrust that surprises a loud moan from him. He clutches Dodger closer and spreads his legs wider to welcome Dodger in and hold him tight.

Even after that harsh thrust is done, Garrett exhales a soft keen. The thought of being ready for Dodger any time, always prepared to be fucked, his ass always ready for use- the very thought turns his insides to liquid and has his face burning with want.

"Me too," he keens into Dodger's mouth, before tipping his head back and exposing his neck invitingly. "Fuck, that's hot."

That eagerness never fails to make Dodger laugh. It's a soft noise, even if it's gravelly and low with want.

"Slut." He murmurs playfully, before nipping at Garrett's throat.

Of course, once Garrett's throat is exposed, Dodger's hand moves to it almost of its own free will. He keeps it to the side, giving himself room to bite and sink his teeth in gently, but his thumb presses in lightly under Garrett's chin, threatening as much as he's enforcing the position.

He has to slow his hips to give this all proper attention, just in case he presses to hard or bites too far. But he doubts Garrett minds.

"So are you," he murmurs right before Dodger's hand around his throat cuts him off. All Garrett has to offer after that is a soft gasp that catches in his chest and grows long and low with every thrust and every squeeze.

Then, oh then Dodger is giving him exactly what he wants: a tight grip that threatens as well as restrains and cruelly sharp teeth closing around him dragging a stifled groan from his throat. As the pain mounts, Dodger's movements slow to a languid, achingly careful pace that has him shaking from being hurt so exquisitely and taken so slowly. His nails dig into Dodger's back as he shivers from the intensity of being able to feel every inch.

The nails in his back pull a low noise from him, and he answers with a sharp thrust when they hit just right. He focuses on sucking a bright mark into Garrett's throat, and releases him only after nipping another spot lightly.

"I love watching you like this." He purrs, "You always want to be held down like a bitch in heat."

Another sharp thrust, before he mounts his rhythm up faster and harder. He figures Garrett can take it by now. His hand moves properly over Garrett's throat, cutting off his breathing while Dodger peppers breathy kisses over any skin he can reach.

When Dodger purrs that delicious taunt, Garrett is too awash in heat to answer, moaning with a racing heart at the thrill of being seen and treated exactly how he wants. Then Dodger's hand wraps around his throat, squeezing hard enough that he can't breathe. Faster, harder- Dodger fucks him with deeper and sharper strokes, burying inside to the hilt hard enough to make him see stars.

Every moan Garrett wants to give dies in his throat, leaving him with nothing but shudders from the sharp bursts of heat that shock through him every time Dodger's cock slams home. Dodger buries him in a soft rain of kisses so gentle that it's disorienting to feel while being choked. Suddenly needy for something more, Garrett pulls on Dodger's hair, trying to nudge him up for a proper kiss. He needs to breathe and he wants to feel Dodger's lips on his.

Dodger grins when Garrett tugs on his hair, but it's as teasing as it is affectionate. He leans up to capture the man's lips, not loosening his grip at all on Garrett's throat. If anything, it tightens once he really gets into it.

His kiss is deep and dominating, sucking on Garrett's tongue and letting his teeth graze Garrett's lips. It only breaks when Dodger himself needs to catch his breath, and he stays close to let his heavy breaths curl around the older man's lips. Another few moments and he finally releases Garrett's throat to let him breathe, only to slam his cock in suddenly and choke him again before he can get a proper lungful.

Somehow, Garrett isn't surprised at all when Dodger tightens his grip. Of course he wasn't going to let Garrett go- they both know he loves choking Garrett more than almost anything. Garrett just resigns himself to the reality that being with Dodger means getting choked almost all the time, and tries to enjoy the airless, suffocating feeling of this strangled kiss.

It's strange. It's tight and close, somehow deeper for Garrett's inability to moan or move or give back. Less like kissing and more like being taken. His lungs are starting to burn. As the kiss drags on, Dodger pinning him down with his mouth and moving deep inside him, Garrett gets more and more into it- but also begins to struggle a little with the gradually rising feeling of being suffocated. His body is crying out for air and suddenly Garrett can't quite keep himself still, he's squirming a little, eyes wide as Dodger breaks to take his own breath, taunting Garrett cruelly by breathing hard against his lips. It's really starting to hurt, badly enough that he's squirming and making urgent choking sounds and squeezing Dodger's biceps hard to try and get either grounding or attention- he's not sure which.

Then sweet relief comes with a heady rush of explosive bliss, a surge of feeling so intense Garrett moans in broken glory at the sudden shock of air and the cock slamming inside him. Garrett gasps raggedly, but is barely able to draw breath before that hand closes around him again, cutting off his air brutally. Garrett chokes and fists a hand in Dodger's hair almost frantically, eyes wide as he starts to gesture at the nightstand where the enchanted bracelet is.

The hand in his hair gets his attention, and he loosens his grip immediately when he sees the look in Garrett's eyes. He really had been meaning to keep this romantic, and it had gotten away from him.

He pauses, slows his hips and rubs his thumb over Garrett's bruised throat as if that will make up for it. There's a moment of hesitation, a few soft kisses along his jawline, before Dodger breaks away to reach over for that bracelet.

"Gimme your hand." He isn't making eye contact, fully self aware of how close he came to making the same mistake as yesterday.

Garrett sags with relief and complies, giving Dodger his hand while taking deep, desperate breaths. The fact that the man immediately backed off and seems sincerely remorseful is more of a relief than he can say. Honestly, he can't even hold it against him- Garrett knows that Dodger struggles with a darkness in him that carries him away sometimes. What matters is that the man cares about keeping himself in check- that Dodger has grown so much since they met, and genuinely cares about taking care of him.

When the charm clicks on his head clears, the magic alleviating any danger from the lack of oxygen. It gives him the clarity to be generous- to cup Dodger's face in his hands and bring him in for a kiss.

"If you want to hurt me," he murmurs, "Try burning. Or biting- you don't go overboard with that."

His gaze finally meets Garrett's for a moment, before he takes to scanning Garrett's face for signs of damage. There's still a small prickle of anxiety in his eyes, but it melts away when Garrett cups his face.

"I could still go overboard with those." He murmurs, running his hand over Garrett's arm and holding it still while he leans his head down press kisses along his wrist.

"I just want... I want to feel you. Grip down, dig into you. Sink my teeth into you and rip chunks off."

He doesn't know if Garrett will understand exactly what he means. The sort of love that Dodger feels for his lovers is a deep and dark pool, endless and eager to swallow up anyone that touches it. It drives him to hold, to crush, to mold and ruin until they slip through his fingers too broken to keep his grip on. It comes with the constant fear of going too far, and letting that darkness crash through his defenses.

Garrett only partially knows what he means - not knowing the full extent of what Dodger's done to people before - but he can somewhat guess. It adds a thrilling, extremely real sense of danger to those lips wandering over the vulnerable pulse at his wrist.

"I love when you sink your teeth in," he confesses quietly. "I love bleeding for you."

Dodger's previous lovers didn't love the danger as much as Garrett, and that worries Dodger a bit. He can go further with this man, but that means the destruction can be much worse when he crosses the line. The thought makes Dodger pause for a moment, giving Garrett an almost questioning glance, before the dominant persona returns and his teeth close over Garrett's wrist.

It's light at first, holding him in place while Dodger fucks him with slow, shallow strokes. His hand slides up to lace their fingers together, making sure he can't flinch away when those teeth bite down and break the skin.

It isn't actually what Garrett was hoping for, but that's alright. He still can submit for Dodger and take the abuse Dodger wants to dole out, as a way of saying that he understands. To take this moment and keep it soft and loving and just for them.

He hisses slightly when Dodger's sharp teeth sink into his flesh, drawing blood and lancing pain up his arm so sharply he wants to pull away. Thankfully, Dodger's grip holds him in place so he can't yank his wrist and hurt himself. It frees him up to just take in the feeling, letting the pain wash over him in low, throbbing waves that are truly terrible- and make his cock ache.

"I was thinking about the spikes," he murmurs. "Before I woke you up. I couldn't stop thinking about how much it hurt."

Dodger's breath picks up, and he lets go to run his tongue wide over the wound he leaves behind. As if the blood is a drug, as if he can't control himself at the taste. Because honestly, he really can't.

He lets go with his hand as well, moving to run his fingers through Garrett's hair. Again he's struck with the urge to pound him into the bed, but the words catch his attention in time. So he compromises, keeping a slow rhythm but with each thrust sudden, harsh and deep.

"Yeah?" He purrs, catching Garrett's lips with a kiss that tastes of iron, "You really love getting your dick hurt, don't you."

Garrett's heart rate picks up as Dodger licks him and touches him so gently. The hunger in it reminds him of the vampires he's slept with in the past and how much they too craved his life in their hands and their veins. The teeth are like vampires, but that slow punishing pace is pure Dodger. While Dodger fucks him harsh and deep, Garrett gasps quietly into their bloody kiss and gives him a moan that dies in their mouths.

"Yes," he sighs when he gets a chance. "I should tell you the vampire story some time." Another kiss, gasping and needy, punctuated with strangled noises with every harsh thrust. "Actually, you can probably guess."

That gets a husky laugh out of him, something light and genuine to break up the swelling darkness. "Can't blame you, I love that feeling." Even if he'd definitely punished Squalo for it afterward.

"Don't worry," He presses his arms down on Garrett's shoulders, giving himself proper leverage to pick up his pace and fuck him properly, "I'll think of a fun way to fuck up that worthless cock for you."

It's pure sex talk, but it does get the gears in his head turning. He's pretty sure he has something left over from Hell, something he hadn't gotten around to using. He wonders if he could still find it.

Garrett answers with a husky moan, arching his back slightly under Dodger's forceful grip with a hard shudder of pleasure chasing down his spine. The cock moving inside him feels enormous, filling him so harshly and so well that he can't keep still and can't shut up, only keen raggedly and cant his hips up to meet it.

"Jamie," he gasps almost helplessly. His bloodied wrist stays on the bed but the other hand comes up to tangle in Dodger's hair, dragging him down for a kiss. "I-"

There's a pause. A hiss of pleasure. A longer pause where he battles with his own worst tendencies before remembering how to say-

"I love you."

Those keens and moans pull Dodger's thoughts apart, shoving them to a back burner so that all he can focus on is the taste, sight, smell and feel of the man beneath him. He finds himself lost in it, drunk on the mix of blood and love that's invading his senses, and he answers with moans of his own, pants and grunts while he fucks him harder, faster, deeper.

The hand in his hair gets a pleasurable hiss, and he leans into it eagerly. And then there's the kiss, stifling the moan that Garrett's body pulls from his lips. And then-

Jamie, I love you.

His mind sticks on it, so hard that his body stumbles, shudders and stops moving.

And he comes immediately.

Garrett is really getting into it, moaning and panting and losing himself in the kiss and the union of their bodies, the pleasure rising in his core, when-

Seriously?

He manages to keep his actual reaction off his face and strokes Dodger's hair as the younger man shudders and spills scalding hot inside him. Their mouths cover the face he wants to make with tenderness as Garrett kisses Dodger through his orgasm. Once it's over, he smiles teasingly.

"I'm starting to think I shouldn't say it until we're done."

He wants to bristle up at that, but all of his walls have been crumbled by Garrett's declaration. Instead he just cracks a grin and presses his face into the crook of Garrett's neck.

"Fuck off... I've been waiting a year to hear that, I gotta get used to it."

He still has to catch his breath, but he's determined not to let the scene fizzle out. He leans back up, taking Garrett's cock in his hand and stroking it with slow, teasing motions that only make it halfway up from the base.

"Lucky for you, though, now I can just focus on making you come."

He makes a low sound deep in his throat and pulls Dodger in for a kiss. That touch feels like a delicious tease, low and slow and meant to drive him mad.

"I'd rather get fucked," Garrett smirks, before nipping at Dodger's lip with long, sharp fangs.

Dodger cocks his head, laughing softly as he guides Garrett into a proper kiss.

"You are a slut." He teases, followed by another kiss. "My gorgeous slut."

He finally pulls out then, continuing to jack him off while he thinks.

"How about I get a toy for you, then?"

As always, the compliment warms him from within, even while the insult prickles something inside him. Garrett kisses Dodger back and sighs softly at the gentle touch. The strokes aren't enough to truly satisfy, but Garrett has started to appreciate teasing almost as much as the real thing.

"Hold on," he protests good-naturedly. "Wanting one person doesn't make me a slut."

It's an obvious opening.

That claim brings some color to Dodger's cheeks, and he covers it by kissing Garrett again. But he does need to address it.

"Just one, huh?" Another kiss. "Always thought you a gangbang sorta guy."

"Only sometimes," he grins, peppering in another playful kiss. "Isn't it a bit early for toys? Just suck my cock and I can make you breakfast."

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