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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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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."

"Can't argue with a deal like that."

Dodger doesn't waste any time, sliding down and letting his lips trail down Garrett's stomach to his cock. Rather than go straight for it he runs his hot tongue over Garrett's sack, continuing to stroke him slowly. His lips ghost along the shaft of his cock, licks and nips that are barely more than teases until he gets to the tip, and slides his tongue along that metal ring. Heating it up slowly, letting that heat slip into Garrett from the inside out.

He gives Garrett one more affectionate glance before taking in the head of his cock, and slowly moving down.

Garrett sighs and settles into the bed, closing his eyes to really lose himself in the sweet sensations. This is deliciously familiar: soft lips and rough stubble, the faintest almost-hint of sharp teeth that make his breath catch pleasantly. And the heat, oh- that gets a long, low sigh from him as his toes slowly curl in the sheets.

"That's so good," he murmurs, sliding his fingers into Dodger's hair affectionately. "Can you use your fingers, too? Fuck me."

Garrett is so needy this morning... not that he can really complain. The only bad thing about this is that Dodger's mouth is too busy to tease him about it.

He hums in approval at the hand in his hair, rewarding Garrett by taking more cock into his mouth. He has to bob his head a few times, but he manages to get it down his throat before pulling back up to suck only what fits in his mouth. His fingers slide easily into Garrett's hole, stretching him open and searching for that perfect pleasure spot.

Dodger is so good at drawing him out- coaxing moan after soft moan from him, building the heat slowly before swallowing him whole. Garrett groans and tugs the younger man's hair fitfully, once more letting his eyes close to slip into the moment. That hot mouth around his cock is great enough- but when he feels Dodger's thick fingers entering him, a low sound rumbles in his throat with pure satisfaction.

"Yes," he murmurs, arching his back and gasping sharply when heat suddenly bursts star-bright inside him. "Oh fuck, that's it."

The hand in his hair has him in a state of absolute bliss, his eyes falling shut as he focuses on the slide of the cock in and out of his throat. He seeks it out eagerly, pushing himself each time to bury his nose in the thick black curls at the base. Each time he presses his fingers into that spot, memorizing it so he can bombard Garrett with pleasure.

Dodger's phone buzzes on the nightstand, and Dodger cracks an eye open to look at it. He should look at it. Maybe not right now, he should focus on Garrett right now, but- fuck, what if it's important?

Garrett quickly loses himself in the rhythm of Dodger's mouth: the heat, the softness, the wet slide into Dodger's tight throat that takes his breath away every time. Every time his cock buries in deep, Dodger's fingers press in just the right place to overwhelm Garrett with a hot wave of pressurized bliss from inside right as his cock is surrounded in tight wet heat. He moans raggedly and tugs Dodger's hair without direction, heartbeat and breathing picking up as he draws closer and closer to that delicious edge.

After a bit he opens his eyes to look down at Dodger, the pleasure heightened by how fucking pretty Dodger looks with a cock in his mouth. Garrett tells him as much, cooing that you look so good with a cock in your mouth and you're perfect like this. It means he hears the phone buzz and sees Dodger's look, and is able to grip Dodger's hair harshly.

"Don't even think about it," he purrs affectionately, voice thick with need. "I'm so close. Don't you fucking dare."

The phone continues to nag at him, but the hand in his hair and the growl from Garrett keep him locked in place. He pushes himself to go faster, keep Garrett in his throat longer. His gaze stays fixed on the older man, as much as he can manage.

His phone buzzes again and again he looks up, this time stumbling a bit and choking around the cock in his throat.

Like a good little sub Dodger obeys, going faster and taking him longer, sucking and fingering until Garrett is moaning and gasping right on the edge. Just when he's about to blow, the phone buzzes again.

Garrett swipes it off the nightstand and sends it flying across the room. "Faster," he urges, "Harder, another finger, I'm almost there."

Dodger flinches when the phone hits the wall and the the floor, accented by the yelp of Crusher who was of course standing creepily in the doorway. But whatever Garrett wants, Dodger will give him. Fuck whoever's trying to get his attention.

He adds another finger in, stretching him open as much as he dares and swallowing him as fast as he can manage. His mouth hangs open to keep his teeth out of the way and his jaw slack, and drool runs down his lips in thin streams. He wants to check his phone, yes, but more than anything he wants to please his man.

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