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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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Honestly, Garrett's ability to handle this is rapidly dropping. It all feels incredible, but when Dodger speaks, those sweet words transport him somewhere else. Suddenly Garrett is in a different bed with a different man, suddenly all his losses are running together. He moves a little as if to lean up for a kiss, needing the feel of rough stubble and sharp teeth to ground him. In that very moment, Dodger shifts his position, and Garrett is left with only brown hair and green eyes.

A cry tears from his throat at the first harsh thrust, before his eyes settle on Dodger's pretty features once more. Pretty- but feral. The blood is both disturbing and a sharp reminder of who he's actually with, and something about it hits him oddly.

However, he too is too far gone to think so clearly. Everything is felt at a distance through a thick haze of red, and the hysterical tide of pleasure quickly overwhelms him until he's a moaning, incoherent mess, hand fisting around a stray piece of rope and cock leaking over his blood-streaked stomach.

The sight of the man below him drives him absolutely insane in a way he hasn't felt for what feels like years. Bringing him back to another bed as well, back to an angry Viking with a knife to his throat even as he fucked him raw. To kissing that kid coated in blood, with mixed drugs pulsing through his veins. Memories press in where they don't belong, until it feels like Garrett's face is morphing beyond recognition into all sorts of faces. Some familiar, some not.

Dodger's features shift visibly, in that odd way they haven't done in a long time. Flashing with bright colors and changing shape for less than a second at a time. His left eye turns red and then disappears altogether, leaving an empty and bleeding socket - his tattoos shift from tentacles to trees to knives and bleeding eyes - his skin turns a dull red -

When it fades away his head is pounding, and the bleeding from his nose mixes into the drying stains across his lip. He doesn't stop moving, only bends down so he can press their foreheads together and stare longingly into those brown eyes. As if he could communicate all of the love, lust, fear, confusion, desperation, hunger, and all sorts of other messy thoughts without saying a word.

That is... incredibly alarming. Garrett reaches up and takes Dodger's face in his hands, threading thick fingers into the man's messy, sweat-damp hair.

"Jamie?" It takes some effort to gasp it out between moans and thrusts, but it feels important. "Hey. Jamie."

Stay with me.

The sound of his name, the sound of that deep and smooth voice manages to pull him back into the present. He takes a deep breath and seeks out Garrett's lips, kissing him as if it's the only thing tethering him to the earth.

"Dad." He moans softly, before correcting himself, "Garrett. Fuck..."

He can't tell exactly why his eyes are damp. He can't tell what he's feeling at all, only that his entire chest hurts so much that he doesn't know how he's still moving.

Later, when he has the brainpower, Garrett will be grateful that they don't commonly use the word dad in Thedas. It would make this all much, much worse. Even so there's still a weird twinge in his chest at the name that Garrett has to cover with an artless, bloody kiss.

Then he moves down to mouth at the wound on Dodger's neck, licking and nibbling at the corners before sinking his teeth into the bloodied flesh. It's all he can think to do to ground them both in the moment- and oh, it feels good to sink his jaws into living flesh. It feels so good to hurt and be hurt with Dodger's cock still moving inside him, pushing him inexorably towards a desperate edge.

The bite drags a choked yelp from Dodger's throat, but he loves it. He seeks out the pain, the way that thrusting makes his shoulders pull in Garrett's grip. The blood in the air is overwhelming, filling him up and leaving him in a state of absolute euphoria.

He's always been a quick shot at the best of times, and he's amazed at how long he lasted with all of this. He tumbles toward an orgasm with no chance of stopping it, his skin burning hot as he grips Garrett harshly and fills him up. His fingers leave deep scratches, although he's far from able to process why. He's left gasping for breath, his vision swimming from overexertion and the tears brimming in his eyes.

"...Fuck."

Dodger's orgasm isn't a surprise at all, but when pain tears his skin again Garrett startles, letting go with his teeth and falling back with a grunt. It feels like sharp nails or even claws, and almost distracts him from enjoying the moment that Dodger comes.

Almost. But not quite. Garrett still manages to appreciate how gorgeous the younger man looks all sweaty and covered in blood, gasping and moaning just for him. It's too much to take without touching himself, and he's still shivering with a hand on his cock when Dodger comes down with that breathless curse.

"I know," he pants, working himself over almost frantically. "Fuck, I'm so close."

Dodger lets out a small huff of wry laughter. Of course, he always comes before Garrett. There's still tears sliding down his face and mixing with the blood when he shifts, trying to stay inside of Garrett while moving him into a more comfortable position. His hands move to Garrett's chest, massaging the flesh and then seeking out those pink nubs in the mess of red. His fingers find them and scratch the skin around them at first, before he manages to pinch them gently.

"Come for me." He mumbles breathlessly, his hands shaking from everything in the last hour or so. "You look so beautiful when you come."

A long, thin sigh escapes him, a trembling whine that's both impossibly needy and overwhelmed down to his bones. Garrett shivers under Dodger's gentle touch and somehow, after everything he's been through, that little pinch is enough to tip him over the edge. The pleasure and need crest inside him once more, sliding electric down his spine as he comes with a shuddering moan, eyes falling shut as he drowns in it.

Dodger lets out a sigh of quiet relief, leaning down to kiss him softly. They're an absolute mess - blood all over the floor, their bodies and their hair. Blood, cum, sweat and tears all muddled together, and post-orgasm Dodger finally realizes that they reek.

"...We're gonna worry the dogs." He murmurs. "We should clean up."

Edited 2021-07-29 00:18 (UTC)

It takes Garrett a second to actually hear him and another second to nod in reply. Yes, that makes sense. They need to clean up, but his exhausted mind and body feel unequal to the task. As soon as he finished coming, all the energy drained out of him, leaving him boneless and wrung-out like a wet towel. Mentally, too. Part of him still feels odd and far-away.

"I don't think I can stand," he says softly.

Dodger nods slowly. He's a little more aware, but not by much. Instead of pressing he just starts running his tongue over Garrett's jaw and neck, grooming him and chewing out the dried clumps of blood with his canid teeth.

He slowly pulls out, wincing as the dried blood tugs like glue when their bodies unstick. He leans back a bit, his gaze wandering over Garrett and admiring his form.

"Are you okay?"

Edited 2021-07-29 00:52 (UTC)

When Garrett realizes what Dodger's doing with his teeth, he flicks the man's ear as hard as he can (which is pitiful, honestly) and murmurs, "Ew."

But then Dodger is moving, and that discomfort takes precedent over whatever else is going on. After they're finally separate, Garrett looks up at his lover, feeling weird and kind of grossed out.

"Were you chewing on...?" He glances down at his own body, taking in how bloody and gross-looking he is. There's a dog scratching at the bedroom door, sounding concerned. Suddenly, Garrett feels... strange. Kind of cold. Like they really, really need to get clean. "I'm okay."

Dodger sees something change in Garrett's expression, and he feels it as well. The world coming into focus slowly, the realization of exactly how much blood got spilled and what exactly they'd been doing to each other. He wilts a little, fully aware that he's responsible for it. Aware of how close he could have come to destroying the man.

"Okay." He responds weakly, running a hand through his hair and feeling distinctly aware of how the blood spikes it up in stiff, dumb cowlicks.

His strength always returns rather quickly, and this time is no different. He stumbles a bit, but he manages to get to his feet and offers a hand to Garrett.

"Can you heal us up, or... are we gonna have to explain this at the ER?"

It's the hair that gets him to smile, of all things. Seeing Dodger's hair spiked with drying blood into stupid stiff peaks makes him crack and break down into giggles as he takes Dodger's hand.

"I can heal you," he answers, rising to his feet with considerable difficulty on his unsteady legs. "Remember, I'm full of your energy. There's plenty to spare."

Laying a hand on Dodger's wounded shoulder, he easily heals the nasty-looking bite wound. Despite how strange he feels, this part is... better. He's had to heal his share of bites like this before- it's a weird kind of familiarity. Feeling the bone-deep intimacy of his essence touching another person's and seeing the wound close and fade to nothing both soothe something inside him.

It's oddly intimate to Dodger as well, feeling the warmth of Garrett's touch as the wound fades away. He holds Garrett steady until he thinks the man can stand on his own, and gazes up at him with some uncertainty on his face. But Garrett is laughing, so that's... good?

He tries to smile in return, but it ends up crooked and a little forced.

"Come on, let's wash this off." He's too tired to teleport, so he just walks Garrett to the bathroom, still holding hands. Which unfortunately means walking past seven very concerned dogs.

Five. One of them - Angel - is hiding behind the couch, and Crusher has curled up with her in solidarity. Of the ones who are still attending, Ox steps forward first, ears pricked. Garrett lets the dog sniff his hand with a tired, "See? I'm okay."

At the dog's answering whuff, Garrett scritches his ear for a second, then continues following Dodger into the bathroom. He honestly doesn't give a shit what happens outside of this room, but he suspects there will be less of a mess when they emerge from the shower.

At least they don't have to peel off any bloody clothing. He's ruined more clothing from frustration during that phase than anything else. Dodger stops Garrett once the door is closed, and turns the shower on to try and guess a comfortable temperature. As cold as Garrett can handle, because Dodger needs the cold right now, but he'll err on the side of caution there. Once he's satisfied, he guides his lover under the water.

Watching the water pool red around his feet is a familiar sight, but it's a little more shameful with someone else watching. When it's that other person's blood. Dodger doesn't look at Garrett, focusing on their feet as the blood slowly slips down their skin.

The second that cold water hits his skin, Garrett makes a strangled noise and adjusts the temperature. He's become a bit of a princess about it since leaving Thedas, and never wants to go back to the days before hot showers. He will at least compromise down to "lukewarm," but the cold just makes him shiver miserably.

Once the water is fine, though, he honestly doesn't care about the blood. Washing it off feels routine. How many times has he washed blood from his skin before?

"Showers would have made washing up after battle a lot easier back home," he remarks while slowly working up a red, soapy lather on his legs.

That comment finally pulls Dodger from his daze, and he lets out a soft, gravelly laugh. Still not looking at Garrett, but he starts to slowly work on lathering his chest.

"Beats having to drain and fill a bath seven times." His voice is quieter than he intended, and he pauses a moment before speaking again. "I usually clean myself up. Pretty rare to have help, so... uh. I mean, it's nice to have company."

He finally looks at Garrett, but not at his face. He's looking at the man's body, checking for any signs of injury or weakness that he can help with. Almost like he needs to make up for trespassing.

"You only think it's nice because I haven't started washing my ass yet."

There's only one injury anywhere on Garrett's body- the deep scratches on his thighs, that he's currently in the process of healing. The light on his skin does funny things to the blood-swirled soap lather, and Garrett stares at it for a bit, enchanted by the light playing through the bubbles.

That gets a proper laugh out of Dodger, and it's the first proper smile he's cracked since he gave in to his urges.

"I'll admire it while I can, then."

And he is admiring. The light reflecting in the soap bubbles is sort of mesmerizing, in a totally different way than the blood. Dodger tips his head, and slowly reaches out to run his hand over Garrett's back. It's a light and affectionate touch, gentle despite the rough and calloused skin.

"You really are beautiful, y'know."

Garrett makes a small sound under his breath and leans into the touch. It's surprisingly gentle to accompany words that sink in slowly, but get Dodger a faintly surprised look.

"I think that's the first time you've ever said anything like that outside of bed."

Genuine, caring compliments like that. The kind of open affection and adoration he hasn't felt since... All of a sudden, his chest feels tight.

"We don't spend much time with our clothes on." He smirks wryly, running his fingers along Garrett's jaw.

He moves closer, guiding his lover down to give him a soft kiss on the lips. When he leans back, his gaze scans over Garrett's face with thinly veiled worry.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," he says, confidently incorrect. "It's just been a long time since I've done anything even half that intense."

Garrett gives Dodger a stupid kiss right on the nose, then turns back to the distractingly not-hot water to dip his head under. It's his second pass with the shampoo, and he takes the chance to complain, "Did you really have to pull my hair while covered in that many body fluids?"

Not that he minded at the time. At all.

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