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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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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?"

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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.

Dodger grins at the kiss, and his hands stay on Garrett's body. Right now, he really just wants to be close. To fuss over him, because he knows all too well that Garrett will always say he's okay, no matter what he's feeling.

"Here." He mumbles, offering to help Garrett with shampoo and pulling apart the more stubborn clumps of bloody hair.

Whether he's allowed or not, he's still going to speak with that soft and concerned voice. "You like me pulling your hair. That's all I was thinking about."

The touching is appreciated, honestly. Garrett obligingly sinks down and rests a knee on the little seat in the corner of the shower, so Dodger can easily get hands into his hair. He closes his eyes and tips his head back, enjoying the touch.

"You were thinking with your dick," he answers. It isn't a judgmental tone, just distantly teasing. "Good thing I never do that."

Another laugh, and Dodger tugs lightly on Garrett's hair. "Yeah, sure."

The smell of blood is fading, and it's slowly being replaced with Dodger's cinnamon-scented shampoo and a scent that's unmistakeably Garrett. It's a pleasant mixture, and Dodger unconsciously leans closer as he massages the older man's scalp.

"Think I'm gonna hold off on shit like this for a while. It was uh..."

A lot.

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Once we get out?"

Garrett leans into Dodger's hands with a faint sigh. It feels really... really good. Maybe not enough to make everything that's happened go away, but in this moment things are pleasant enough to not feel quite so dark.

"That sounds nice. Maybe we can even get through a whole movie this time."

Dodger's hands travel down, to slide his fingers over Garrett's chest. He presses them in experimentally, but those claws don't slip out. He isn't even sure if that was real or a hallucination. Another side effect of the headaches.

He follows through with the motion, though, so he can wrap his arms around Garrett and hold him loosely.

"I love you."

He leans back until he's touching Dodger's body and rests his head against one of Dodger's thick arms. That little press of nails catches his attention, too, but he's just as concerned with soaking up Dodger's affection.

"Me too." Or something. "I think you clawed me. Do you have claws now?"

He shouldn't read too much into it, but not hearing those words from Garrett hurts. It aches in a new and particular way, after hearing it so many times during sex.

It sticks in his mind hard enough that he almost misses what Garrett does say. He makes a noncommittal little noise, and lifts his hands slightly to examine them.

"I don't know." An honest answer. "Felt like it, but... not anymore. I didn't have them in Hell."

He leans down to rest his chin on Garrett's head, and slumps onto him.

"Shouldn't keep changing if we're not there anymore, right?"

Garrett just has trouble coughing up the L word sometimes. He's never really had to deal with that tendency, because neither of the people he said it to ever really called him out on it. They knew his particular dysfunction well enough to look to his actions more than his words. So it doesn't register that he doesn't say the word back, just that he meant to. He said something with the same intent.

When Dodger slumps against him, Garrett leans into the weight. He reaches up to run his own fingernails lightly over Dodger's arms, raking over smooth skin and scar tissue alike with the same gentleness as he thinks. It's a good question that leads to extremely alarming thoughts.

"Maybe you were getting close to growing them right when you left."

At least, that's what he desperately wants to believe.

Similar unsettling thoughts are running through Dodger's mind, and he's quiet for a moment while he mulls them over. But, like many things, he decides to process them later, alone.

"We should finish up before the hot water runs out." He murmurs, and stands back up to focus on washing his own hair.

Unconsciously, he keeps running his fingers over the spot where Garrett had bitten him. He isn't sure why... Maybe because it was the same spot that Frank had gored years ago. Maybe just because the idea of being ripped apart is intensely sexual and intimate to him. In any case, he hasn't noticed just how much he's touching it.

Garrett goes back to washing himself, conditioning his hair, scrubbing anywhere that still has blood. Towards the end, he glances over at Dodger and says, "You haven't bottomed enough lately to remember how this goes, so don't judge how incredibly sexy I'm about to look."

Then he lifts his leg up on the seat in a Captain Morgan pose, grabs the showerhead, and aims the stream of water right at his asshole.

Dodger glances back at him and laughs openly, even if there's a bit of color filling into his face.

"Trust me, I remember. I used to... Uh." Mumble mumble. "I was really into it, when I was a teenager."

Understatement. He doesn't know why he still feels embarrassed about anything, when they've been forced to share so much with each other since they met.

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