[Dodger allows himself to be shoved, and rolls over to lean his back on the wall as he watches him. His expression is more sullen then anything, but Theon hasn't forced him out and that's... something.]
I like you. [He grumbles, slipping the carton of cigarettes from his pocket and taking a few more tries that usual to spark his fingers to life before he can light it.] And you're so... fucking frustrating about it.
[At this point, seeking pity is second nature to him. He doesn't mean to manipulate, but he always seems to get his way when people see the cracks he wants them to. He never minds playing submissive if it gets him what he wants.]
I was serious before - I don't want to hurt you. That won't help either of us. [He pauses.] But we could make a deal. If I fuck you, and you don't like it, I'll leave you alone.
[ Theon frowns as he watches the other lighting a cigarette. The whole whatever it is that Dodger can do with fire scares him more than he's willing to say out loud and he won't even acknowledge it with questions. ]
I don't like you. You don't like me you're just a sick fuck like Ramsay who likes fucked up things.
[ Theon rolls his eyes. He doesn't like the deal. He doesn't like any of it. But enough of Reek had been pushed forward that he's got an even harder time saying no than usual. It's been a trial to refuse people anything recently. ]
You'll leave me alone? Fine. [ That's all Theon wants after all. He remembers what being with Ramsay had felt like, he won't like it and Dodger couldn't force him to say he did the way that Ramsay had. ]
[ Theon shrugs. He doesn’t care about the semantics of it. He didn’t like the part of him that Dodger kept prodding to life. He just wanted him out of his life. ]
No. [ He confirms. He doesn’t like being moved at all. He just ignores the offer of the cigarette. He doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t like that it burns especially with dodger in the mix. But he moves to the bed and sinks into it waiting on the other ]
[He shrugs lightly, smoking a bit longer before crushing the cigarette under his foot and following Theon to the bed. His shirt hits the floor, then his pants, and soon he's crawling on top of Theon and that thrill of the hunt is at a peak.
His memories with Arzial are vague, but he remembers bits and pieces. He remembers Arzial going out of his way to make it painful and humiliating, because Dodger's cries made him laugh. He'd just learned to stop crying. It isn't a far stretch to see that Theon is the same.
He reaches for his pants and fishes a bottle out of the pocket, along with a condom. No surprise that he has them on hand. The condom falls on the bed where he'll vaguely remember where it is, while he spreads lube onto his fingers and positions himself better to press one into him.]
[ The tenseness is there again. The one that's clear that it takes a lot for Theon not to bolt away from this situation. But the deal is fair enough and it's just one time and then Dodger will leave him alone. It won't be as bad as Ramsay. He won't turn back into Reek because of this.
Theon has no idea what the bottle and condom are for. Such luxuries were not a thing with the Boltons. He frowns as his eyes glance to the items, to Dodger spreading the lube on his fingers. When the other moves to start to press a finger he's confused. ]
[Looks like he guessed correctly... and it explains a lot. He leans up and presses a kiss to Theon's lips, gently as he can.]
Stops it from hurting. Like stretching before running, yeah? [While he's speaking he keeps steadily working that finger within him, adding more lube before he presses another finger in.] Guessing this stuff isn't exactly a common commodity in your world, huh.
[ Theon doesn't kiss back still. It's weird. It's been a long time since he'd kissed anyone with any desire and there's no obligation to please Dodger the way he felt with Ramsay.
The explanation makes zero sense. He doesn't really understand the concept of warming up muscles in general. It's not really something they actively did in Westeros after all. The finger is inside him, though, and it doesn't hurt as another is pressed in. He doesn't understand what the point of this is. Why Dodger would waste the time at all? He just wants to fuck right?
He shifts, the process feels awkward, the fingers uncomfortable even if they aren't painful. ]
It might be. [ It just wasn't for Theon. He'd never used it with anyone, never a need and Ramsay wouldn't have deemed to waste anything on Reek. ]
[At this point, Dodger doesn't expect Theon to reciprocate. The man's clearly unused to being treated properly and Dodger's blown his chances of seeming like a good place to start. He's just doing his best to seem non-threatening, and that's difficult when he is a real and actual threat.]
Ramsay must have been a real asshole, then. [He muses, trying a third finger just to be safe. There's a part of him that muses that this is sort of like being with a woman, but he has the sense not to tease him with that. He wouldn't blame him at all if it made him leave his own dome.] Try to relax. If you tense up, it'll hurt anyway.
[ Theon tenses when the third finger is pressed in, it's instinctual more than anything else. It doesn't help that Ramsay was brought up so directly. ]
It wasn't the worst that he did. [ Theon mutters, and honestly it's hard to care if it hurts. Isn't that part of the point? He doesn't understand why Dodger would be so interested in his mangled body and yet not want to hurt him. ]
[Dodger pauses then, letting him settle back down before slowly moving his fingers again. He kisses him again, slower this time to try and pull his attention away.]
I can see that. [Another kiss.] Whatever. Let's not talk about him.
[He'd been trying to lighten the mood but... he wouldn't want to bring up Arzial, either. There's a hint of guilt on his face, but it's quickly overtaken by the silent contentment of having Theon under him.]
[ Theon doesn't understand Dodger's insistence on kissing him. The kissing is awkward and he only vaguely responds to it, the bare minimum to be considered kissing back really. There's no desire or passion. Most of those things had been cut out of him in the same brutal way his body had been cut.
It's perhaps an unspoken stubbornness in Theon to not let himself enjoy it at all. It's not as if there hadn't been drunken experiments before everything went to hell. They had never gone this far into it but it'd been there.
But pleasure wasn't something he deserved and desire the option had been stolen from him. ]
You don't have to try so hard. [ Theon mutters finally, turning from the others lips. ]
[He leans forward a bit, running his free hand gently over Theon's throat.]
I could make it hurt, if that make it easier. But this is about me, yeah? [He pats Theon's cheek teasingly, and leans back up as he eases his fingers out.] Least you can do is try and enjoy it.
[He pauses to find the condom, put it on and stroke himself with lube, and grips Theon's hips softly as he lifts him up and presses into him slowly, careful to give him time to adjust.]
[ Theon expects Dodger to tighten his grip, to restrict his ability to breathe but he doesn't. The confusion is probably clear on his face. He shifts when the other's fingers slip out, still feeling the way the other had patted his cheek. It's another thing that's bothersomely close to things that Ramsay would do, usually when he was being manipulative. ]
I don't want to enjoy it. [ Theon says quietly. He's afraid of what it would say about him. Not to mention if he says he doesn't want to he can't be disappointed in what's been stolen. ]
What's that?
[ Theon asks of the condom but he's not making a move to stop Dodger as the he holds his hips up at the other's lift, his hands gripped at the blanket beneath himself when the other started to press in. The slowness dragged it all out. This whole thing was a sort of humiliation, a reminder that he wasn't even really a man anymore -- and now he's taking a cock like a woman. ]
[Dodger pauses at the question, tipping his head a bit as he considers how to answer. How do you explain STDs to someone from a medieval world?]
You can get sick, fucking like this. It makes it.. safer.
[Seems like a short and concise answer. He guesses it doesn't really matter. There's a rush of relief and excitement as he presses himself in to the hilt, basking in the tightness of Theon's body for a moment before he begins to shift his hips, slowly and rhythmically. After a few thrusts he leans down, latching onto Theon's neck and sucking harshly on his skin.]
[ That doesn't make much sense but Theon honestly doesn't care. It didn't matter to him really at the end of it. He shifts slightly beneath Dodger as the other presses inside completely starting to move. Sometimes, he thinks he almost imagines a spark of something but he doesn't let himself think about it.
His head tilts back, allowing Dodger to have access to his neck. He's already sucking on it, something Theon will have a hard time hiding.
This doesn't hurt the way it did with Ramsay, doesn't feel horrible but his state of mind doesn't particularly lend to simply enjoying it for the sake of it either. He doesn't know how this could be enjoyable for Dodger. If he'd been with a woman as disinterested as he himself was he'd have given up. ]
[It is a bit frustrating, but only because it's Theon. Dodger has had his share of hookers and blackmailed women, and this isn't the first time someone has fucked him once to get it out of his system. He can hope the desire will go away eventually, but it prickles at his skin every time he watches Theon's gaze slide away from him.
He lets out a quiet growl, and his fingers burn lightly into Theon's hips. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to add just a bit of pain as he thrusts a bit faster. One of his hands reaches up to cover Theon's throat again, but his fingers ghost over the skin, nowhere close to choking him.]
[ A low pained sound escapes Theon when the other's fingers burn his skin, it's more the surprise than that it hurt all that much. It drew his attention away from Dodger's cock moving inside of him, briefly but it's hard to ignore the insistent rhythm. There's still times where there's almost a ghost of arousal trying to come out but it fizzles before Theon fully recognizes it and leaves him feeling distinctly unsatisfied.
When Dodger's hand goes to his throat, he swallows. There's a nervousness and a fear of Dodger after the burn to his hip, knowing what those hands can do. Despite it all he finds himself afraid of those hands tightening around his neck, burning him and he wouldn't be able to do anything to defend himself -- especially in this vulnerable position. ]
Don't. [ His hand leaves the blanket to push the other's away from his throat. ]
[There's a moment where Dodger's hand stays exactly where it is, before his eyes narrow slightly and he allows himself to be pushed. His hand instead ends up in Theon's hair as he moves to mumble against his lips.]
Don't just lay there, then.
[His next kiss is sloppy and breathy, as he's lost in the scent of Theon's fear. It isn't what he wants but it's something, something for his mind to latch onto for excitement. He's getting closer to his peak and his nail dig into Theon's hip, doing his best to control the fire but his fingers may still be uncomfortably warm.]
[ Theon wanted to yell at him and ask him what he would have him do? He didn’t want this after all, Dodger did. He turns away from the sloppy kids, the nails digging, the too warm touch not quite painful enough to really register for Theon actively. ]
I don’t know what you want from me. I told you you’d be disappointed. [ He reminds Dodger of his words and he doesn’t know why he couldn’t just be “a good boy”. He knows how. Is that what Dodger wanted?
[There's a twitch of something, an urge to hit the bed or burn him, startle him into behaving the way that Dodger wants. But scaring him won't get them anywhere and it certainly won't make Theon enjoy this. His expression flickers a bit, showing a hint of guilt that disappears as quickly as it surfaces.
He glances away for a second, and his movements slow to a grinding speed.]
Move your hips. Arch your back a bit. And look at me. [He hesitates before adding,] I can't tell if it feels good to you, you have to shift around until it does.
[ In all liklihood scaring Theon would probably be more effective than anything else. He wants this to be over with. Dodger isn't hurting him like Ramsay had but it still doesn't feel good, not like how he thinks sex should feel but how could it ever feel like that again?
Theon almost feels sorry for himself but there's a constant reminder that he deserves this and everything that came after including Dodger. ]
I don't want to. [ Theon mutters, but he looks at Dodger. ] No amount of shifting around is going to change things. Are you that dense?
[The insult prickles at his skin; he's used to unenthusiastic partners but he had a reputation back home, and isn't used to being taken lightly. He worked hard for people to give him what he wants instead of risking his temper.]
You really don't want to piss me off right now, Greyjoy. [His voice is a bit strained now, half from trying to restrain his frustration, and half because he's getting very close to the edge.] Fuck it... just shut up until it's over.
[Dodger's pace picks up again, and he lifts Theon's hips a bit more to thrust deeper into him. If he just loses himself in it, he can think of it as just another body, and ignore the rejection until this is over. His skin heats up across his body, and when he comes the sensation is definitely much warmer than it should be. More than that, one of his hands made it to a spot just above Theon's ass, leaving a burnt handprint that might just end up bring permanent.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, and sitting back to watch the man.]
I’m not afraid of you. [ Theon mutters but he doesn’t argue either. He stays quiet as Dodger shifts his body, pressing deeper. He ignores everything as much as he can, he doesn’t think too much, he focuses on pushing Reek away from the forefront of his mind. He barely notices when that almost something sensation comes now and then as dodger fucks him.
It’s impossible not to feel the temperature shift, though. He can’t think too much about Dodger’s cock when pain flares on his back. He thinks he can smell the burn but he’s not sure but it hurts. Not as bad as flayed fingers but it still hurts. He curses quietly, despite himself and hed be lying to say that the flicker of fear hasn’t returned.
He shifts away immediately the moment Dodger pulled out. He feels weak and he feels humiliated now that it’s over. ]
You’ll leave me alone now?
[ Is Dodger a man of his word? He is shifting to make a grab for his pants to cover himself, ignoring the burn on his back. None of this means anything is what he’ll try to convince himself of. ]
[It takes a few moments to catch his breath, but he nods as he gets to his feet. Getting his clothes on isn't a huge priority, and he takes his time gathering them and dressing himself while he watches Theon carefully. There was a spark of fear just there, at the end. Despite himself, he's drawn to that like a bee to honey. But he made his deal.]
Sure.
[He'll leave him alone, as long as he can manage. Once he's dressed he looks Theon over one last time.]
Find some aloe for that burn. They leave nasty scars.
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I like you. [He grumbles, slipping the carton of cigarettes from his pocket and taking a few more tries that usual to spark his fingers to life before he can light it.] And you're so... fucking frustrating about it.
[At this point, seeking pity is second nature to him. He doesn't mean to manipulate, but he always seems to get his way when people see the cracks he wants them to. He never minds playing submissive if it gets him what he wants.]
I was serious before - I don't want to hurt you. That won't help either of us. [He pauses.] But we could make a deal. If I fuck you, and you don't like it, I'll leave you alone.
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I don't like you. You don't like me you're just a sick fuck like Ramsay who likes fucked up things.
[ Theon rolls his eyes. He doesn't like the deal. He doesn't like any of it. But enough of Reek had been pushed forward that he's got an even harder time saying no than usual. It's been a trial to refuse people anything recently. ]
You'll leave me alone? Fine. [ That's all Theon wants after all. He remembers what being with Ramsay had felt like, he won't like it and Dodger couldn't force him to say he did the way that Ramsay had. ]
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I can't like you and still be a sick fuck, huh?
[He gets up, and idly offers the cigarette to Theon, not that he expects him to take it or even really know what it is.]
You don't like me moving you, yeah? Go get on your bed.
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No. [ He confirms. He doesn’t like being moved at all. He just ignores the offer of the cigarette. He doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t like that it burns especially with dodger in the mix. But he moves to the bed and sinks into it waiting on the other ]
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His memories with Arzial are vague, but he remembers bits and pieces. He remembers Arzial going out of his way to make it painful and humiliating, because Dodger's cries made him laugh. He'd just learned to stop crying. It isn't a far stretch to see that Theon is the same.
He reaches for his pants and fishes a bottle out of the pocket, along with a condom. No surprise that he has them on hand. The condom falls on the bed where he'll vaguely remember where it is, while he spreads lube onto his fingers and positions himself better to press one into him.]
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Theon has no idea what the bottle and condom are for. Such luxuries were not a thing with the Boltons. He frowns as his eyes glance to the items, to Dodger spreading the lube on his fingers. When the other moves to start to press a finger he's confused. ]
What are you doing?
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Stops it from hurting. Like stretching before running, yeah? [While he's speaking he keeps steadily working that finger within him, adding more lube before he presses another finger in.] Guessing this stuff isn't exactly a common commodity in your world, huh.
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The explanation makes zero sense. He doesn't really understand the concept of warming up muscles in general. It's not really something they actively did in Westeros after all. The finger is inside him, though, and it doesn't hurt as another is pressed in. He doesn't understand what the point of this is. Why Dodger would waste the time at all? He just wants to fuck right?
He shifts, the process feels awkward, the fingers uncomfortable even if they aren't painful. ]
It might be. [ It just wasn't for Theon. He'd never used it with anyone, never a need and Ramsay wouldn't have deemed to waste anything on Reek. ]
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Ramsay must have been a real asshole, then. [He muses, trying a third finger just to be safe. There's a part of him that muses that this is sort of like being with a woman, but he has the sense not to tease him with that. He wouldn't blame him at all if it made him leave his own dome.] Try to relax. If you tense up, it'll hurt anyway.
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It wasn't the worst that he did. [ Theon mutters, and honestly it's hard to care if it hurts. Isn't that part of the point? He doesn't understand why Dodger would be so interested in his mangled body and yet not want to hurt him. ]
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I can see that. [Another kiss.] Whatever. Let's not talk about him.
[He'd been trying to lighten the mood but... he wouldn't want to bring up Arzial, either. There's a hint of guilt on his face, but it's quickly overtaken by the silent contentment of having Theon under him.]
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It's perhaps an unspoken stubbornness in Theon to not let himself enjoy it at all. It's not as if there hadn't been drunken experiments before everything went to hell. They had never gone this far into it but it'd been there.
But pleasure wasn't something he deserved and desire the option had been stolen from him. ]
You don't have to try so hard. [ Theon mutters finally, turning from the others lips. ]
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[He leans forward a bit, running his free hand gently over Theon's throat.]
I could make it hurt, if that make it easier. But this is about me, yeah? [He pats Theon's cheek teasingly, and leans back up as he eases his fingers out.] Least you can do is try and enjoy it.
[He pauses to find the condom, put it on and stroke himself with lube, and grips Theon's hips softly as he lifts him up and presses into him slowly, careful to give him time to adjust.]
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I don't want to enjoy it. [ Theon says quietly. He's afraid of what it would say about him. Not to mention if he says he doesn't want to he can't be disappointed in what's been stolen. ]
What's that?
[ Theon asks of the condom but he's not making a move to stop Dodger as the he holds his hips up at the other's lift, his hands gripped at the blanket beneath himself when the other started to press in. The slowness dragged it all out. This whole thing was a sort of humiliation, a reminder that he wasn't even really a man anymore -- and now he's taking a cock like a woman. ]
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You can get sick, fucking like this. It makes it.. safer.
[Seems like a short and concise answer. He guesses it doesn't really matter. There's a rush of relief and excitement as he presses himself in to the hilt, basking in the tightness of Theon's body for a moment before he begins to shift his hips, slowly and rhythmically. After a few thrusts he leans down, latching onto Theon's neck and sucking harshly on his skin.]
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His head tilts back, allowing Dodger to have access to his neck. He's already sucking on it, something Theon will have a hard time hiding.
This doesn't hurt the way it did with Ramsay, doesn't feel horrible but his state of mind doesn't particularly lend to simply enjoying it for the sake of it either. He doesn't know how this could be enjoyable for Dodger. If he'd been with a woman as disinterested as he himself was he'd have given up. ]
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He lets out a quiet growl, and his fingers burn lightly into Theon's hips. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to add just a bit of pain as he thrusts a bit faster. One of his hands reaches up to cover Theon's throat again, but his fingers ghost over the skin, nowhere close to choking him.]
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When Dodger's hand goes to his throat, he swallows. There's a nervousness and a fear of Dodger after the burn to his hip, knowing what those hands can do. Despite it all he finds himself afraid of those hands tightening around his neck, burning him and he wouldn't be able to do anything to defend himself -- especially in this vulnerable position. ]
Don't. [ His hand leaves the blanket to push the other's away from his throat. ]
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Don't just lay there, then.
[His next kiss is sloppy and breathy, as he's lost in the scent of Theon's fear. It isn't what he wants but it's something, something for his mind to latch onto for excitement. He's getting closer to his peak and his nail dig into Theon's hip, doing his best to control the fire but his fingers may still be uncomfortably warm.]
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I don’t know what you want from me. I told you you’d be disappointed. [ He reminds Dodger of his words and he doesn’t know why he couldn’t just be “a good boy”. He knows how. Is that what Dodger wanted?
It’s not what Theon wants. ]
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He glances away for a second, and his movements slow to a grinding speed.]
Move your hips. Arch your back a bit. And look at me. [He hesitates before adding,] I can't tell if it feels good to you, you have to shift around until it does.
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Theon almost feels sorry for himself but there's a constant reminder that he deserves this and everything that came after including Dodger. ]
I don't want to. [ Theon mutters, but he looks at Dodger. ] No amount of shifting around is going to change things. Are you that dense?
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You really don't want to piss me off right now, Greyjoy. [His voice is a bit strained now, half from trying to restrain his frustration, and half because he's getting very close to the edge.] Fuck it... just shut up until it's over.
[Dodger's pace picks up again, and he lifts Theon's hips a bit more to thrust deeper into him. If he just loses himself in it, he can think of it as just another body, and ignore the rejection until this is over. His skin heats up across his body, and when he comes the sensation is definitely much warmer than it should be. More than that, one of his hands made it to a spot just above Theon's ass, leaving a burnt handprint that might just end up bring permanent.
He takes a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, and sitting back to watch the man.]
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It’s impossible not to feel the temperature shift, though. He can’t think too much about Dodger’s cock when pain flares on his back. He thinks he can smell the burn but he’s not sure but it hurts. Not as bad as flayed fingers but it still hurts. He curses quietly, despite himself and hed be lying to say that the flicker of fear hasn’t returned.
He shifts away immediately the moment Dodger pulled out. He feels weak and he feels humiliated now that it’s over. ]
You’ll leave me alone now?
[ Is Dodger a man of his word? He is shifting to make a grab for his pants to cover himself, ignoring the burn on his back. None of this means anything is what he’ll try to convince himself of. ]
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Sure.
[He'll leave him alone, as long as he can manage. Once he's dressed he looks Theon over one last time.]
Find some aloe for that burn. They leave nasty scars.
[And with that, he disappears.]