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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 wilts a little at that, his gaze falling to the sheets even as he snuggles in closer.

"I forget them. Pretty often."

He should have taken them while they were in the bathroom, but he didn't. In any case, he isn't supposed to take them again until the morning. Maybe he should have just taken something for the headache.

"It's the blood. The excitement. I don't know." He shrugs awkwardly. "My head's just cracked and sometimes I just... can't control myself. I just want to rip things apart."

"Jamie," he chides softly, gently flicking Dodger on the nose. "You know better than that. Do we have to get one of those pill organizers again?"

Like they used in Stepford. Strange memories.

The rest... he just shrugs. Garrett understands, kind of. In a way. The way blood can take over a man's higher senses and wipe out thought, and how terrifyingly easy it can be to lose oneself in an animalistic frenzy. For him it's always associated with fighting, never sex, but he can definitely see how it would transfer, especially in someone so damaged as Dodger.

"I don't know, though." He sounds thoughtful. "Even towards the end, you backed off when I asked you to be gentler. I think if I had used the safeword, you would have stopped."

"Maybe." He laughs wryly. "Or I can just have you remind me."

It's some attempt at a joke, one that Dodger isn't laughing at. It's the rest of it that is really more important, and his face reddens a bit more as Garrett speaks.

"I hope so." He shifts, tipping Garrett onto his back so Dodger can slide on top of him and lay on his chest. "I want to do something like it again. Just not for a while. I want to just... go slow with you next time."

That might be the first time he's ever shown interest in anything except fast, violent sex.

Garrett settles down onto his back and puts his arms around Dodger, to gather him close. It isn't quite the cozy, safe burrowing he'd wanted, but holding Dodger is still pretty great. It's still nice to have someone so warm and solid in his arms- such a change from the small, slight people he's always held before.

"Me too," he says softly. "Maybe some day that toy can be something slow, if we're ever up for it. Next time, though... for a while, I think it'd be better to not be quite so... bloody. Or crazy. It was a lot to deal with."

It's still hard to beat back the weird, empty sadness from it.

"I'd like to just... feel good for a while. No getting hurt."

"No getting hurt." Dodger agrees softly, followed by another tender kiss.

It is hard to ignore the guilt, and the anxiety. At least if Garrett isn't too bothered, Dodger doesn't have to beat himself up over it. And honestly, he still finds the idea of the toy hot.

"We should keep your cock safe for a while. Worry about ripping it up later." Another kiss, and he slides his hands up to run his fingers affectionately through Garrett's beard and then his hair. "...Maybe it needs to be locked up to keep it out of trouble."

See, everything was fine when they were just kissing and talking about gentleness. But when Dodger starts going on about his cock and locking it up for safekeeping, Garrett's brain goes a little fuzzy. His eyes don't visibly widen, but they look a little darker, pupils a little bigger and darker as he feels his IQ dropping with every stroke of those clever fingers through his hair. It's the spell Dodger's voice casts on him, sending him into that ditzy, slutty mindset.

"...Yeah," he nods faintly, cheeks a little pink. "That sounds like a good idea."

Dodger can't help chuckling at how easily Garrett melts into the idea of being locked up. Funny how he'd thought he could hide it a few days ago, but Dodger had never been fooled - Garrett loves being humiliated and always has.

"Good, we're on the same page." He sits up, shifting off of Garrett only enough to search through his nightstand for the cock cage. When he finds it he moves right back to straddling Garrett's lap, grinning impishly down at him.

"I did promise a reward if you came."

Garrett doesn't even have the energy to feign his usual innocence about it all- he's into it, they both know it, no point denying. What precious energy he has is best spent on summoning a little wisp of magic to cool down his hand until it feels like the inside of a freezer door.

"You have an odd definition of reward," he quips, drumming icy fingers on Dodger's thigh.

A look down will answer any questions about why the magic is necessary- he's not hard by any means, but he's having just enough reaction to make the cage possibly tight, and it's easy to imagine that more handling would make it worse.

Dodger draws in a soft breath at the cold on his thigh, and his cock visibly wakes at the touch. He's always loved the feeling of ice, how it contrasts sharply with his natural heat.

"We both do." He purrs, pulling Garrett's boxers down to expose his cock.

There's no contact for it at first, as Dodger focuses on opening the cage. He takes his sweet time before he finally takes Garrett's cock in hand, not stroking but just holding it. He slips the sound into his mouth, making a big show of sucking on it while he warms it on his tongue.

As Garrett stares at Dodger's mouth, eyes half-lidded and lazy, he finds himself needing the cold to stave off the first stirrings of reaction. That sound has a wicked curve to it, and his cock can't even think about starting to harden in order for the thing to fit. As Dodger makes a show of wetting the sound, he sets his icy hand on his cock alongside Dodger, simply adding a touch of cold to keep himself in check.

"Don't forget the lube," he says softly, trying very hard not to get hard. Damn, they really need to do actual sounding some day. While he thinks, he starts to unscrew the ball from his piercing, so as to make room for the cage's own attachment.

"What, you're not gonna wet it for me?" Dodger teases softly, but he shifts to grab it off the nightstand. He rubs some onto the cage, and slowly wets Garrett's cock. Careful not to give enough friction to harden it, because it's pretty amazing this thing can fit in a cage at all.

Once the piercing is slipped out he slides the sound into Garrett's cock, letting it go in slow and pulling it out as if it's thrusting into him.

"Does this feel good?" He honestly doesn't know.

Once Dodger has the sound slicked up, it starts to ease into his cock carefully. It's a very odd feeling, having something so sharply curved thrust into him- Garrett has to keep two icy fingers resting on his shaft just to stop himself from having a reaction.

"Yes, if a bit odd," he says, slightly strained. "I think it would feel better with a straight sound, though. We should try it some time."

Dodger cracks a smirk, finally pressing it all the way in and locking the cage around it. "I always learn new things when I'm with you... Sure. We can try it on you."

His gaze flicks to Garrett's eyes for a moment before he locks the piercing. Now Garrett's cock is safe and secure, out of mind. His hands linger on his lover's skin, slowly sliding up his chest to squeeze Garrett's pecs appreciatively.

His cock might be out of Dodger's mind, but it's all Garrett can think about.

The cage is snug. Not exactly tight, but even now he can feel the bars all around his cock, holding him fast. The magic in Garrett's hand dissipates as he touches Dodger's thighs, squeezing the muscle gently just for something to hold on to. He needs a distraction from the cold metal.

"How long will I have it?" he asks softly, gazing up at Dodger. "Do I get to know?"

That's the better question. Dodger might not even want to tell him- and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Hmm..." He tips his head as if he's thinking hard, while he slowly and pointedly rocks his hips to rub his cock against the cage.

"Maybe I should keep it on you for a month. We can make sure it's nice and safe while we figure things out between us."

Dodger's slow grinding doesn't do much for him, save a tiny little bit of incidental contact that manages between the bars- but isn't that the point? To be frustrating and useless? Somehow, the lack of stimulation is itself erotic.

"A month?" His eyes get wide at that daunting prospect. A month is... a long, long time. Garrett can't imagine having his cock locked away, limp and useless, for an entire month. "Are you mad? You want me to spend an entire month without coming, or even getting hard?"

The cage feels tight already.

"Mmhmm." He purrs, continuing to rut while his cock slowly swells and presses hard against Garrett's thigh. "We don't need it to have fun... you can just focus on getting fucked and sucking me off. You've always made a great toy."

He leans down to capture Garrett's lips, in a kiss that's soft and affectionate to make up for his dominating words. Just to be sure his lover knows that he's just trying to dig into Garrett's kinks, those little perversions he can never hide from Dodger's sharp eyes.

We don't need it. Those words spin dizzily in his head, echoing loudly off the word toy that thrums down deep to his bones like the chiming of a perfect bell.

Garrett had been about to protest, to argue, to agree, to say something, but Dodger silences his voice with a soft kiss that pairs perfectly with those demeaning words. It's gentle, but Garrett submits easily, opening his mouth to let Dodger in and wrapping his arms around the other man. Despite his verbal protest, Garrett's true feelings can be found in how easily and sweetly he submits for that kiss, inviting Dodger to take him.

Because he wants it, doesn't he? He loves the idea of being Dodger's perfect toy. The demeaning idea that his cock is irrelevant thrills him more than he could possibly say.

Dodger can feel in that kiss that he's made the right move, that Garrett is thrilled at the plan he's proposing. So that's what he'll do - keep him caged for a month, get him used to being used without the chance to come. The idea of it is thrilling.

He has to shift so he can reach down and stroke his own cock, freeing it from his boxers and letting it press into Garrett's stomach as he jacks it. He keeps kissing Garrett sweetly, with a bit of shaking each time he gets the timing just right. Finally he murmurs against Garrett's lips, "How do you want to be used?"

Garrett kisses back, deeper and deeper, probing his tongue in farther and seeking more, stroking, sucking, thirsty for slow touch that brings them close. That Dodger is touching himself and rutting against Garrett's stomach is even better, making him feel like Dodger is using his body.

Oh, and there's that word again- used. They've talked about it before, back when Dodger was in the habit of saying it all the time. Now, they understand that Dodger only chooses that phrasing when he truly means it- when he truly wants to use Garrett. Like a toy.

He licks his lips hungrily, cage tightening around his stirring cock. "Fuck me," he answers, fangs already starting to lengthen. "Nice and slow, like you said."

Dodger nearly moans against Garrett's lips, just from the words. Fuck me, paired with the gentle scrape of those fangs drawing out. No wonder he's never been able to control himself around this man.

"Yes, daddy." He grins impishly, drawing back so he can rearrange their bodies, and move himself between Garrett's legs.

His instinct is to ask for the grease spell, but Garrett has been having trouble using magic without blood. So his mouth opens, and then closes before he reaches for the lube and wets his fingers.

Garrett's nose wrinkles at daddy, and Dodger is so lucky that he pulls back just in time to avoid getting flicked on the nose for saying it. Instead, he waits for the spell request that never comes. A little surprising, but not too bad- casting without blood has been hard, and the ice magic he just called up was about all he can muster right now. Garrett can hardly blame Dodger for not wanting to spill blood.

"I'll have to keep practicing magic," he notes idly, spreading his legs a little wider. "Maker knows we can't live without the magical lube."

"We're gonna run out of the real stuff pretty quickly, yeah." Dodger smirks, as he pulls Garrett closer and presses a finger into him without warning. "We'll find time for you to practice. Right now, we don't need magic."

His head tips, and he grins affectionately while he studies Garrett's face. How lucky he is, to have his favorite lover delivered to him in his home world after being thrown out of Hell.

He leans forward to cup Garrett's face, and run his thumb over Garrett's lips.

"Show me your teeth."

Garrett gasps when a thick finger pushes inside him, suddenly filling him up without warning. This feeling is familiar: Dodger slowly working him open, finger slowly moving inside, in and out, while his cock slowly strains at the metal bars enclosing it. Just as before, he has to tell himself in a quiet mantra to not get hard. Just as before, he finds himself taking very even, measured breaths in a valiant effort to zen his way through it.

It doesn't help when Dodger touches him. Garrett leans into the touch a little and bares his teeth obediently. The usual fangs are a bit longer than normal, though not their full wicked size. The other pairs of fangs are only just starting to show, with the teeth on either side of his fangs showing small points barely extending past the teeth's usual length. On the bottom, there's the beginnings of one set of fangs poking up.

Dodger runs his thumb over the teeth, pressing into the tip of one but careful not to let it draw blood. Then he presses it against Garrett's tongue, encouraging him to open his mouth more so Dodger can admire those slowly growing fangs.

"That's it... you're so cute with your fangs out."

He's diligent with his fingers, careful not to add a second until he can feel Garrett is relaxed and ready for it. He's stretching him as much as he's searching for the right spot, that bundle of nerves that will draw delicious sounds from the older man.

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