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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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"My friends tried to tell me that carrying the mark of a great battle was an honor," Garrett answers. "They were right- it was a great battle that saved the city. But I hated how it looked. Every time I looked at myself with my shirt off, I hated what I saw."

He tries to make it sound like this is just about him. Not about Dodger at all. But there's no disguising the next bit.

"It's alright, though. Turns out that healing magic, with enough practice, can heal even really old scars."

If there was anywhere to go, Dodger would pick this time to just get up and leave. But he knows he has nowhere else to be, and that makes it all the more uncomfortable. So instead when he speaks, his voice comes out as a sharp snap.

"I don't need my scars healed."

He's not looking at Garrett anymore, instead glaring out the window at the trees zooming past.

Dodger is being snappy again, but Garrett doesn't mind. He knows he's poking at something very sensitive. They've never talked about it, but he's picked up how much the other man is bothered by his appearance. Secretly, Garrett wonders how much of his slovenly nature and refusal to put effort into his wardrobe is tied to insecurity about his face.

"I know. Neither did I." He takes out his phone to look at a notification, which turns out to be some stupid app he hasn't deleted yet. "But I wanted it, and Anders did it because he loved me. Just something to keep in mind, if you want."

Now that glare turns to Garrett, and Dodger bristles openly. He switches his ring off, letting his teeth sharpen and his tail lash aggressively.

"Stop taking pity on me, you know that pisses me off."

Garrett just stares back, unruffled.

"When you brought me here, were you taking pity on me, or doing it because you love me and wanted to see me happy?"

Sometimes it's hot that Garrett doesn't back down or cower when Dodger gets angry. Other times, like now, it's infuriating. His fingers start to tap on the table, and wicked, hooked claws sprout from the tips.

"I'm not permanently altering your body by taking you to see some fucking cows."

Garrett almost says something stupid but catches himself just in time. "You're lucky I'm not telling you to watch your attitude or threatening to send you to your room without supper."

Ha ha funny.

"It was just an offer, Jamie. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Something flashes in his eyes at that comment. A hint of arousal breaking through that anger. Stupid fucking boyfriend and his sexy daddy vibes.

"Go fuck yourself, daddy."

He slumps back against his seat, tail still lashing while he pulls out his cigarettes and lights one. At least he has the decency to lean up and crack the window open.

"My scars are part of who I am. Even if I didn't have them, I'm never going to fit in here. So what's the fucking point."

Even without the scars, without the mutations, without the tattoos. His face has been plastered all over the media for two years. He's built up a reputation among the elites in the business world, people who could rope him right back in if Augustine let him go. He made the decision - even if he was tripping balls when he did - to rise up above his station and now he's stuck up here at the top.

He misses being in a prison world.

Well, that little flash of arousal certainly is interesting. The fact that it could break through the wall of fury even now... Garrett files that tidbit away for later.

"That's fine," he answers mildly. "I'm not going to hold you down and force the nurturing miracle of healing magic down your throat. I just thought I'd offer- for any of the scars, not just the ones on your face. But if you don't want it, that's okay. It doesn't bother me. I like how you look- I just want you to like it, too."

Despite his best attempts, Dodger has always been weak to Garrett's charms. He slowly starts to simmer down, looking more frustrated than angry.

"I look fine."

Nothing like the bravado he usually shows off, the sleek and preening predator he portrays when he's in control of the room. He's not hot or irresistible, or too cute to be angry at. Just fine.

He gazes out the window again, trying to will his face to stop turning red. His tail is still lashing, but it's starting to slow.

"I suppose you want to get rid of all the crap on my wrists, huh?"

That answer is both unconvincing and concerning. It's obvious that Dodger hates his own appearance in this regard, and Garrett wishes sincerely that he could do something to make it better. But he takes the change of topic, since it's an opening Dodger is giving willingly.

"If I had to start somewhere, I think that would be it," he nods. "It would be nice to give you your tattoos back."

Dodger hesitates before slowly placing his hands on the table. Claws retracted, close enough that Garrett could take them or even touch his wrists if he wanted to.

"Squalo really ripped them to shit."

He's been trying to get used to the sight of them without bandages, but he really only keeps them off so others can hold him accountable if there are any fresh cuts. The skin is scarred and warped from hundreds of bite marks, to the point where only a few newer lines are visible through the absolute mess. Garrett has likely noticed before that the skin feels unnatural, hard and smooth from all the crisscrossing scar tissue. The only thing that keeps it from being obvious from afar is the tattoos.

"I miss that dumb fuck."

Garrett takes Dodger's hands and turns them over, baring the man's wrists to the world. He doesn't get many chances to examine them closely, given how self-conscious Dodger is and how often he wears bandages, so this is interesting. Yes, the mass of scar tissue is something he's noticed, but now he's getting a better chance to take a real look under good light.

It only takes him a moment to come to a conclusion.

"Hold still," he says, reaching into his pocket.

Garrett produces a pocket knife that he (hypocritically) uses to slice his own wrist, taking care not to let the blood well up too much. Before it has a chance to run down to the table, he captures the power with his mind, weaving it into his magic. The power of blood adds tremendous force to the magic he starts to pour into Dodger's wrists, and Garrett (being relatively new to healing and magical study) needs all the help he can get. It takes a while, and he has a slight nosebleed by the end of it, but he manages to ease the scars up until it looks like skin again. It's skin crisscrossed with thin cuts, but it's still recognizable like human skin and feels natural to the touch.

He sits back in his chair, exhausted.

Dodger doesn't stop him, but there's a shiver of anxiety that runs through him when Garrett takes his wrists. He hates the attention, hates any sign of weakness being shown even when he's alone with someone he loves. He hates Garrett having to know how he takes his mental state out on himself.

But the magic is cool and soft, flowing through his skin and into his veins as it reconstructs his skin. The scars are still there, but they're smaller. Older. It almost looks like the cutting was under control, at some point.

He looks back up to Garrett, and his shoulders slump a bit. He sits up, grabbing a napkin from the dispenser beside them and mopping his boyfriend's nose up.

"Don't strain yourself." His voice is surprisingly soft, and gentle. "I don't need you giving yourself an aneurysm over this."

Garrett hums faintly and leans into Dodger's touch, which is warm and gentle enough to soothe the weird buzzing under his skin. He smiles tiredly.

"I'll be alright. It's just mana exhaustion. I might take a little nap against you for a few minutes, but I'll be good as new in half an hour."

He reaches for Dodger's wrist so he can look at it and feel it himself.

"How does it feel?"

Dodger sits back in his chair, and his face turns red at the feeling of Garrett touching his wrist.

"Feels alright." He musters up.

There's a moment of hesitation, and he slowly moves his other hand over Garrett's, encouraging him to stay like this. To keep touching him.

"Take a nap while you can, we'll probably get there in thirty minutes." He runs his thumb idly over the back of Garrett's hand. "Then you can get back to your roots."

Garrett scoots a little closer to Dodger and leans against him. Then he smiles at that unexpectedly soft turn of phrase. "I don't even remember what my roots are anymore. It'll be nice to get back to them."

With that, he fades off to sleep, head tucked against Dodger's shoulder. The man's heartbeat is enormously soothing, and so much more calming than the staccato thrum of a speedster's heart could ever be. After about 20 minutes, he wakes up with an enormous yawn, stretching and looking around at his boyfriend.

"Are we there? How long has it been?"

"I was about to start nudging you. The next stop is ours."

Dodger extracts himself from Garrett, and gets up to stretch his legs. It had been cozy to let the older man lay on him, but Dodger can't bring himself to fully relax anywhere that isn't padlocked and guarded with explosives.

Even though they haven't quite reached the station, it already smells of farmland. Cow manure, grass clippings and the general scent of livestock. The farms are too far from the track to see, but they can hear the occasion moo or dogs barking.

"Never been this far out before." Dodger mutters, already feeling like a fish out of water.

Garrett follows Dodger in standing, stretching his own legs while looking out the opposite windows of Dodger. Contrary to his boyfriend, the familiar smell of country air assaults him with memories from years and years ago.

"Maker's tits," he breathes, taking in the familiar-unfamiliarity of rolling countryside with wonder. "I haven't seen farmland in over a year."

Dodger lets out a small snort of laughter, mostly at the weird ass curses Garrett comes up with. He has to grab onto the seat beside him when the train starts to slow, and honestly, he isn't looking forward to rejoining the crowd. He's ready to go home.

"I've, uh. Never seen a farm in person. Augustine usually needs me to stay in the city."

His phone buzzes, and he checks his phone. Augustine is asking questions, and he needs his notes at home to answer them. Knowing full well the boss won't understand, he just stashes his phone back in his pocket. He'll suffer the consequences later.

"Let's head out before I change my mind." He says, already with cold feet.

Garrett just catches Dodger checking his phone out of the corner of his eye and turns to face him. He knows the man has responsibilities, and that his boss reacts severely to being ignored.

"Hey." He takes Dodger's hand and tugs him towards the exit . "It's quieter out in the country. You'll see."

Dodger nods slowly, and lets Garrett lead him out of the train. The station is rather run-down, and everyone shuffles off to their cars or the bus stop without much fuss. Dodger takes a deep breath and relaxes a little, finally feeling safe enough to walk close to Garrett and hold his hand. Or more specifically, feeling like he needs the safety of Garrett's presence.

"Should be some farmland past this parking lot. Could be a while before we actually see anything interesting though."

He's silent for a moment.

"I've never been this far out of the city."

Garrett laces their fingers together and tugs Dodger a little closer so they can watch shoulder to shoulder. He's not bothered by the run down station- it feels more like Kirkwall or Ferelden without all the shine. Looking around also reveals a place surrounded by shitty cars with a sign saying "rental" somewhere in its name. Garrett doesn't really know what to make of it, but he nudged Dodger anyway.

"Can we get a car there? And just drive around until we find some cows?" He squeezes Dodger's hand. "I'll suck you off while we drive."

He cracks a smile, and squeezes Garrett's hand gently. "You always know how to sweeten a deal."

Off to the rental place. Dodger immediately lets go of Garrett's hand and switches his ring on to hide his mutations. There's a woman manning the front desk, currently working on her computer. Dodger leans casually on the desk.

"Need a car."

"Sure. Do you have a valid driver's license?"

"Yeah, right here." Dodger pretends to search his pockets, before very casually placing a pistol on the counter.

The woman is already reaching to take a license, and she freezes. Her gaze slides up to him, and her face pales.

"Right- right away, sir. Did you have a model in mind?"

"Whatever gets the job done. We're going on dirt roads, that's all it needs to do."

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