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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 is quiet at that, mulling it over in his head. They could leave. Once upon a time he would have argued, claimed that Augustine needs him. His time in Hell has left him bitter, painfully aware that he needs his boss much more than his boss needs him. There was comfort in being a weapon, but that isn't who he is anymore.

"One of my contacts found an outlander in the city morgue." He mumbles, shifting the conversation suddenly. "She was missing for a while, but it looks like someone killed her. She never regenerated."

Garrett blinks in surprise at that, freezing with her hand on her wine glass. She's starting to get quite warm and flushed from alcohol, but is far from incapable of figuring out what that means - the outlanders are dying normally. Death is permanent here, in defiance of the laws of every prison world she's ever seen or heard of.

"Is it weird to be happy about that? It feels weird," she confesses, her face a somewhat funny, turbulent blend of emotions. "Are you saying that..."

That this world is real. It isn't just some passing fancy of the multiverse, but a final destination.

Dodger leans on Garrett, less flirtatious and more... tired. He nods.

"I told you. This is a real world. We're probably stuck here, for better or worse. And that's... part of why I want to focus on keeping you safe. If you die here, there's no coming back."

He sips a bit of his whiskey, and sets it down to seek out a kiss. When he speaks, it's much softer than before.

"Let's go home after we've eaten, alright? We can make some good use of that body of yours."

Garrett returns the kiss, this time with more enthusiasm than the last. Something about Dodger's concern and frank confessions of feeling have her quite a bit softer towards him than she was just a few minutes ago.

When they pull away, she answers with a teasing smile as she takes a bite of steak. "What happened to letting all your friends fuck me?"

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"It can wait." He answers, pausing to cut off another bite of steak for her. "I think we need to lay a little more groundwork before I go introducing you to all of them."

He's starting to realize how much he underestimated Garrett's anxiety. Maybe... well, maybe he should focus on figuring out how Garrett feels, instead of just indulging his own desires.

"Besides, I haven't returned the favor for how you treated me the last time I turned."

Groundwork. That sounds... suspiciously like integrating Garrett into his life in a real way. Garrett smiles happily and eagerly accepts the next bite of steak, closing her sharp teeth around the fork and eying him warmly as she takes it. It is, again, absolutely delicious, and she can't resist a faint sound of appreciation at the luxury and incredible flavor of it.

"That's very true," she agrees, cutting a bite for Dodger, a little larger than what he's been feeding her. Garrett is well aware that they're being That Couple, but doesn't give a shit. "Feel free to dirty talk about the gang bang fantasy if you want, though. I was interested in hearing where you were going with it."

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Dodger accepts the steak happily, letting his teeth bare as he takes it. The effect is ruined a bit, though, by the fact that his demonic teeth make it a little hard to chew with his mouth closed.

More importantly, though, she's giving him permission to fantasize again and that brings a grin to his face.

"Sure... I have a few friends that would probably like to share a chick with me. Not all of 'em, but two at least. That's enough to fill every hole at once."

Garrett smiles at his gross chewing and gently taps his ring with her finger, as a reminder that they really should be hiding their mutations in public. But the talk is far more interesting.

"If you wore that strap on harness of mine, you could share me with only one person," she suggests, taking an unnecessarily large bite of potatoes. "Have them fuck my mouth while you fill me from behind."

He grunts in acknowledgement, and switches on his ring - there's a soft groan from his lips as his mutations force their way back in. Now at least he can take another bite of steak that he can chew properly, which he has to admit he missed.

"Not a bad idea." He purrs, "Maybe I'll plug your ass up and fuck your mouth while one of them uses your cunt. I want to watch your face while you're unraveling."

Garrett glances at a waiter walking past, her cheeks coloring faintly. It's odd to be talking so graphically in a public place like this- odd and a little thrilling. Her eyes flit back to Dodger as she takes another sip of wine.

"Or let one of them wear the harness. Either way, that sounds..." She swallows thickly and shifts in her seat. That strange tight little ache has returned, dull and low between her legs. "You really like watching other people fuck me, don't you? Or hearing about it."

His hand slides back between Garrett's legs, pushing her skirt up so he can lightly grip her inner thigh. Close enough that his fingers brush against her underwear.

"They can do whatever they want with your body." He answers, "But your ass belongs to me. No one else is going to touch it."

He does love thinking about other people fucking her. He misses being able to watch it, whenever he got the urge. There's a soft growl in his throat as he leans in to kiss her, a little harsher and more hungry than is necessarily appropriate here.

Garrett freezes and goes stiff as Dodger gropes her, her thighs clenching a little from pure anticipation and a tight little ball of need pounding in her. His fingers brush against the soft silk of her underwear so gently that she can feel the touch through the thin fabric, delicate enough to make her shiver. When he kisses her, hard and hungry, the filth in his words and his obscene touch have her head spinning.

It takes real effort to break the kiss just to breathe, let alone speak. "Jamie, we're still in public."

She isn't moving his hand, or making any moves away from him at all. Just breaking the kiss and breathing hard, chest heaving in her tight dress (that feels incredibly low cut and exposing).

"I have a secret about - that, actually. My ass."

Dodger's gaze darts over her face, focusing especially on her lips. His breath has picked up, and he honestly needs the reminder that they're in public.

That second part catches his attention, though, before he can act on the former. He pauses, and meets her eyes. His head cocks curiously.

"Yeah?"

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks into his gorgeous green eyes, gone dark with lust.

"As a woman- no one else has ever. Had it before."

Ever. Not a single person, not once.

That admission pulls a slow hiss from him, and it takes a moment for him to try and control his breathing. A rising urge in him just wants to shove her onto the table and use her right here, but he's doing his best to hold it back.

"Good." He purrs, kissing her with just as much hunger as before. "Then I'll make sure I'm the first."

His fingers slip in closer, running across the fabric of her underwear and slowly seeking out her clit to rub against.

"Keep eating."

Garrett jerks a little in her seat, a tiny squeak escaping her. Her breathing stutters a little when she looks at him, cheeks growing hot as his rough fingers slide against her insanely sensitive clit. Fuck, she forgot what this felt like, and she's not even remotely prepared.

"O-Okay," she stammers, picking up her fork and knife with shaking hands. It takes a little effort to command enough concentration to cut her steak, but she ends up slicing off an unwisely large bite that she crams into her mouth while trying not to moan.

"That's it." He breathes softly, spreading his fingers to run over her labia and the crease of her thighs. Back up to her clit, giving all of her plenty of attention.

A waiter passes by and Dodger pauses his motions, carefully watching them as they pass. They don't seem to notice anything is off - or if they do, they say nothing. As soon as they're clear, Dodger's focus snaps back to Garrett's lips and he gestures for her to take another bite.

It's so hard to stay silent and calm. At some point, Garrett actually resorts to biting the fork to keep herself from making a sound. The waiter is almost a mercy, just because the man's proximity gives Garrett a few seconds of respite to try and breathe.

When Dodger starts up again, Garrett meets his eyes with a soft, trembling kind of desperation, torn between begging him to stop and begging him to throw her down and fuck her. She doesn't want to fall apart here, not in a place like this - this is nothing like Hell or Zhautas, where public sex was encouraged and being turned on in front of an audience was commonplace. This is a fancy restaurant for expensive people, and Garrett is in a body she didn't want and doesn't understand. All she wants is to be able to eat her steak, but Dodger's fingers make her feel utterly helpless to do anything but stare at him and shiver, her body aching fiercely for him.

She takes another bite, her eyes never leaving his. Then she holds one up to his lips, realizing that with his hands busy, it might be hard for him to cut his meat. And fuck, she doesn't want him to stop. (Maybe she does, but she can't be sure.)

She's starting to look desperate - for what, he's not even sure she knows. For him to stop or keep going, probably, and he knows that feeling well. Her gaze is returned with an innocent smile, and a wink as he takes the steak she offers.

"Finish that up, then I can take you home." He slowly pushes her underwear aside, letting his rough fingertips wander across her bare skin. "I want an empty plate before we leave."

Garrett nods shakily, toes curling in her high-heeled shoes as her hands shake on her silverware. "You haven't had much of yours."

It's a silly concern, but she pulls his plate closer and starts to cut Dodger's food, to make it easier for him to eat with one hand. The possibility of taking home leftovers honestly hasn't crossed her mind - mostly because she's never taken leftovers home from a restaurant before, but also because her IQ has dropped by about 50 points since Dodger started touching her.

"Are you going to..." Deep breath. Slow. Steady. "Fuck my ass? When we get home?"

"I can finish it at home." Because he's definitely the sort of gremlin happy to microwave a fine steak in the morning and eat it whole from a tupperware.

"Yeah, I am." He murmurs, while his fingers press against her hole and run in circles around the sensitive edges. "Finish your plate. I want you to earn it."

He waits until there's a piece of steak at her lips before he presses his fingers inside of her, and curls them to seek out the sensitive cluster of nerves inside.

Garrett doggedly continues cutting while she enjoys the feeling of rough fingers against her slit. It's so intense, slick and sensitive and giving her this strange feeling like she hurts down there, like being empty is causing her physical pain that only getting fucked could soothe. She's so wet that Dodger's fingers move easily through her folds, and it's a struggle to concentrate on what she's doing when she pushes his plate back in front of him.

"It feels weird to be the only one eating," she insists. "Use your free hand."

But she does obey him and go for another bite- only for a soft moan to slip from her open mouth right as it closes around a bite of food. Garrett shivers hard, a sound humming in her throat with pleasure both from the delicious food and the sudden fingers inside her.

"That's bold," she murmurs. "Someone will notice."

"Then keep quiet." He replies softly, leaning over to press a kiss along the shell of her ear.

He goes back to eating, looking as calm and cool as ever. His cock is straining painfully against his pants, but he can keep himself under control with a bit of effort. Every bite goes down his throat barely chewed, rushing to get through it while his brain burns with the urge to fuck her.

Garrett cuts up a bunch of her steak at once, then drops her free hand under the table to touch Dodger's thigh. While he fingers her, slow and frustratingly shallow due to the angle, her hand wanders over his leg until she feels a bulge straining under her hand. It's so thrilling to rub his cock through his pants while eating a fancy steak in public, praying that nobody catches them at the wrong angle and that the tablecloth and curved booth protect them.

She can feel his eyes burning into her with every bite she takes. Her mind flits back occasionally to the way Dodger had sighed that's it when she started eating, and recalls all the times he's gotten attentive or affectionate during meals. It's strange, but there's a certain thrill to being told to clear her plate first, like an unruly teenager being forced to suffer through dinner before getting to go out with friends. All the while, she punctuates with wine, not noticing how much it's going to her head until she realizes that she's starting to get past tipsy and dangerously close to drunk.

"How many people would you let fuck me at once?" She pipes up randomly, wanting to hear him talk more. "Are you sure you wouldn't want to watch someone fuck me in the ass? I think that would be amazing."

Dodger lets out a labored breath as she starts to grope him, and struggles to finish his own steak without moaning into it. After only a few moments he has to grip her hand softly and push it off.

"Hands to yourself. Keep eating."

It's partly that his cock hurts from pushing into his pants, straining so hard for the chance to fuck her, and partly that he knows he won't be able to keep himself still and calm. Fuck, he's going to lose his mind like this.

"I'd leash you up and lead you around a party. Let anyone touch you or fuck you, until your throat is sore and your cunt is dripping cum." His voice is coming out in a low growl, dripping with sort groans even after she's stopped touching him. "But if I'm giving your body away to every son of a bitch that asks nicely, I want to keep some of it to myself."

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