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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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Garrett doesn't really know what to do. She glances over her shoulder briefly while Augustine's whisky is at his lips, but can't actually make eye contact with Dodger without making it painfully obvious. The last thing she wants is to give this son of a bitch more reason to beat the shit out of her boyfriend.

"Yes," she says slowly. "Not as often as I'd like, but I don't really... need one."

Her fingers leave little patterns of frost behind on her glass, like the delicate etchings of late spring on a window.

Augustine's gaze slides over to her glass, and he scoffs softly. "Of course."

"Mutants attract mutants."

"Well, Atlas deals in arms production. If you need more time with a gun... I can make that happen."

That hand squeezes her thigh softly. Dodger seems to be pointedly not making eye contact with Garrett.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Garrett somehow manages to not freeze up despite her discomfort. She's kind of proud of that.

"Anyway, Victor, don't be so quick to discount mutants," she continues, moving on from the gun thing. "We can be a lot of fun."

"Oh, don't get me wrong. Half the dumb fucks I deal with are against them - that's exactly how you lose profits and put a target on your back, just for your own pride." He cocks his head, "Anyway, no one said I was human."

Dodger is, by this time, just avoiding eye contact entirely and keeping silent.

Oh right. Shit. The thing with cancelling powers. Garrett has to wonder how her Templar abilities would measure up against Augustine's ambiguously mutant ones.

"That's so true," she agrees, giving a ditzy little giggle the way some of the sillier girls she's met might do. "Forgive my assumptions, you know what they say about those. I've just never met a mutant who's so successful before."

"They're rare, sure. Soon as someone notices the mutation, you're blocked off everything. That's something Atlas is publicly against - we shouldn't be stuck selling weapons to anti-mutant bigots and watching the mutants steal 'em to defend themselves. It's a shitshow out there."

"I lost about fifteen jobs when I was a kid, from showing my powers." Dodger pipes up, "Probably'd still be on the streets if Augustine hadn't picked me up."

"I hire people that need the chance. I like to think I've got a knack for seeing diamonds in the rough." His gaze is scanning over Garrett - not just her body, but her face as well.

She has to hand it to him, Augustine is pretty damn charismatic. It's easy to see how a young, traumatized, homeless Dodger would have been taken in by this. Garrett might even have been taken in by it, once upon a time- she's always had a thing for shitheads with a good story.

More compelling, however, is the realization that Augustine is trying to recruit her. A little flutter of panic flares in her ample chest as she covers the moment with a silly little smile and a sip of her whiskey. The best thing she can do is to be... well, less interesting. Less of a good target for business. Unfortunately, that means leaning more into the flirty side of things.

"Victor, you're so smart," she enthuses, eyes bright and convincingly sparkly. "I don't follow all that politics stuff, but I do have lots of talents. So... I guess I'm a diamond, yeah?"

"You just might be. I might have to spend a little more time with you, get to know you a little better."

Augustine's hand is moving uncomfortably far up her leg when the door finally opens and more men step in. Some obviously rich business men, some just as tough and uncomfortable in their suits as Dodger. Augustine's hand immediately moves to brush Garrett's cheek playfully before he lets her go.

Dodger sits his chair up properly, and gets up to whisper in Garrett's ear. "This shit's a little over your head, you might wanna step out. I'll find you when it's over, we'll get something to eat afterward. Okay?"

Garrett is saved from having to answer that most aggressive of come-ons by the arrival of some men in suits. She gives Augustine a playful smile in answer to his touch, hiding her relief at Dodger finally telling her she can go. With a See you later, Victor," and a quick reassuring squeeze of Dodger's hand, she steps out.

Unsure of how far she should wander, Garrett ends up in the hotel bar, nursing her second drink (somehow even stronger than the first) and watching TV. She still can't follow baseball, really, so she's subtly looking up rules while watching, until another patron sees her phone and gallantly mansplains that Brits like her need an explanation from a real American. Gun to her head, she couldn't say how long she's been sitting there when Dodger finally comes to find her.

It takes a good long while for Dodger to return, but he eventually gets out and tracks Garrett down. And of course he finds her at the bar, trapped by some dumb fuckhead. Dodger has been avoiding teleportation around humans, so he walks up and grips the man's shoulder. His eyes are on Garrett.

"There you are. Been looking all over for you."

It's a lie. Dodger is a little overwhelmed by the amount of people here, but he still has a strong enough sense of smell to track Garrett down. The man turns to argue, until he's faced with Dodger's scarred face and piercing gaze. It barely takes a second for him to back off, and Dodger slinks in to block him and guard his partner.

"Augustine gave me a second to pick you up. He wants to treat us to dinner, he'll probably want to feel you up again. If you want, I'll tell him you blacked out and we can sneak off to eat dinner by ourselves. It's up to you."

It's crass and thuggish, but Garrett can't help laughing at the way the man backs away from Dodger like a scared dog. She leans in and brushes her lips very lightly to Dodger's cheek - the way she'd practiced, to avoid lipstick stains - by way of greeting.

"You know, if you gave him another hour, he probably would have gotten around to explaining what an out is." It's pure amusement. Her fingers go to his hair, ruffling it lightly in her search for affection that won't mess with her makeup. "Won't Augustine find out if you lie to him? I don't want you getting in trouble."

Dodger gives her a roguish grin, and answers her kiss with another on her forehead and a hand playing with her hair. It's not just that he feels more comfortable passing as straight, there's a certain level of power that comes from wearing a suit and having a beautiful woman hanging off of him. And he's lapping it up.

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him. I'll deal with it if it comes up." A pause. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure I pissed off one of the other bodyguards. Chances are I'm already booked for a fight tonight."

Garrett leans into his hand, her eyes meeting his longingly. As much as she would rather spend the evening with him, something nags at her...

"I don't want to see you beaten to a pulp by that bastard again," she murmurs. "Why don't we stay here an extra night and take tomorrow for ourselves?"

He could argue, but there's really no reason to. He knows how much Garrett hates his magnetic attraction to pain - Dodger himself doesn't care how many times he gets hurt, but he knows other people do. And damned if it hasn't started finally getting through to him.

"Alright. Deal." He captures her lips softly, careful not to smudge her makeup, and pulls his phone out to text Augustine. While he does he glances back at Garrett with a bit of anxiety creeping into his tone. "So... what's your impression of him?"

Garrett flags down the bartender while Dodger gets out his phone and writes their room number on the tab. She asked Dodger before the meeting how this works, because they both knew she'd find her way to the liquor eventually. Kind of cool that they can just put everything on Augustine's tab and make it his problem.

The question gets a somewhat sharp look. "I think he should have brought his own date if he wanted somewhere to put his hands." A small sigh escapes through her nose. "He doesn't see you as a person, does he?"

He hesitates slightly.

"Yeah."

He sets his jaw, pausing and tightening his grip on his phone. He really prefers to pretend Augustine cares about him to some degree, but he knows he's just a tool.

"He does what he wants and I make sure it goes smoothly. and believe it or not, some people are jealous of that."

Garrett's hand goes to his hair again, twirling a lock around her delicate finger.

"I'm sorry, love. I know you wanted this to go well, but I don't especially like him. Just because you're an idiot doesn't mean he should talk about you like that."

Dodger's nose wrinkles with amusement, and his hands move down to her waist to pull her closer. Just to feel their bodies against each other, even if they can't do anything about it.

"Shut up." It's dripping with affection, and he lets out a soft and contented sigh. He really doesn't want to pull away from her.

Garrett's full lips twist into a sweet little smile, one she shares with him when leaning in close to brush their noses together.

"Never."

Her arm winds around his waist, as close as she can without seeming indecent in public, as she drinks in the affection. In fact, she's on the point of abandoning her lipstick commitment in favor of a kiss when an interruption from a familiar voice startles her.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Dodger jerks away from Garrett, his face tinted pink as soon as he realizing Augustine is watching. He bites his lip, messes with the bandage under his sleeve, and finally turns to face his boss.

"Ready to head out, boss?"

"You've got lipstick on your mouth, kid."

"...Yeah." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Come on. I got us some reservations at the usual place - private room, and a visit from Archer and Summers."

At the mention of those names, Dodger seems to visibly grow more tired. Garrett has probably heard those names before when Dodger is on the phone, but he never gives many details. Just that they're investors, and that he oscillates between calling them friends and wastes of space.

Garrett tries not to perk up at the names - more things to learn about her boyfriend's life, more ways to see behind the curtain. Hopefully, they'll be better than Augustine, but she isn't holding out hope. The phrase private room, though, is a unique dread all its own- a private room for a wealthy, powerful man means he can do anything he wants. Hopefully the man has some sense of subtlety in something approaching public.

"I can't wait," she says, hitching up a smile. She moves to thread her arm through Dodger's, ready to follow the men out to whatever car awaits them.

They lead her to a black car in front of the hotel. It isn't quite a limo, but it's in the same category. At the very least it has enough space for Augustine to sit across from them, and a panel separating them from the driver. As soon as they're settled Augustine pulls out a cigar, and Dodger naturally lights it with his fingers.

"You like chinese food, right?" Dodger nudges Garrett softly. "Our usual place is sorta ritzy, but it's still. Y'know. Chinese food. At least it's nice to look at."

"Archer's paying, so order whatever you want." Augustine laughs - it's rough and low, something unmistakably dangerous.

"That dumbass always offers to foot the bill." Dodger sneers, "Least we'll have leftovers for the next few days."

"I love Chinese food," Garrett answers, a very Hawke glint of mischief in her eyes. "Does this mean I can get the most expensive thing on the menu? I hardly ever get to do that."

She wants to lean over and touch Dodger, to put a hand on his leg or kiss him on the cheek, but feels self-conscious in front of Augustine. Instead, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a cigarette, which she holds out to Dodger.

"Babe?"

"Sure." Dodger grins playfully, lighting her cigarette with a glint in his eyes that says I'm laughing at you in my head. "Atlas does whatever we can to waste Scott Archer's money."

Augustine laughs quietly, "The man's dumb as a brick but he keeps the lights on."

"You'll see what we mean - he's a rich kid, straight to the bone. The money drips off him."

Garrett laughs and puts her absurdly girly cigarette to her lips, more than happy to join in the mockery of the rich.

"Is he the type who wipes his arse with $100 bills and thinks the solution to poverty is just ask your parents for money?" She jokes. "I've met more than a few of those."

Edited 2022-01-20 22:11 (UTC)

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