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[smokedout]

Never said I did.

It's like I said before. It's just simpler for both of us if you agree.

[beboth]

I see.

[smokedout]

[Another pause.]

So?

[beboth]

So what?

[smokedout]

So, come over here.

[beboth]

And if I don’t?

[smokedout]

Then I'll come to you. And you won't enjoy that.

[beboth]

I don’t particularly enjoy the thought of coming to you.

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I haven't hurt you yet, have I? That could change, if you piss me off.

[beboth]

Do I seem like someone you can scare? Threats aren’t really making me more interested in seeing you.

[smokedout]

If you weren't scared, then why did you run off last time.

[beboth]

Because I wasn’t interested.

[smokedout]

[There's a frustrated growl in his voice.]

Don't lie to me. If you weren't interested you wouldn't have stripped.

[That's it, he's hunting Theon down. Shouldn't take long, since Theon's scent is the only thing he's been able to focus on properly for a few days now.]

[beboth]

[ Theon just stops talking to Dodger then. He knows that before long Dodger will find him and there's a sort of resignation to it. He hadn't taken his clothes off out of any sense of interest in the man. He didn't have an interest in him but he wanted to be left alone by him.

There's something in him that's far too much a reminder of Ramsay for Theon to be comfortable around him.

Theon contemplates how much to fight Dodger when he shows up at his dome. He knows he'll find him. What would it be that makes Dodger lose interest? ]

[smokedout]

[It really isn't long before Dodger appears in Theon's dome; the only warning is a trail of sparks that seem to pass through the door as if it isn't there, before they materialize into Dodger's form. He snaps his fingers to light a cigarette, takes a deep drag and lets the smoke trail from his mouth as he speaks.]

Not going to hide, huh?

[beboth]

You’d just find me.

[ Theon has had enough of running away or hiding in games he can’t win. ]

Why won’t you bother someone who wants you?

[smokedout]

Smart man.

[Dodger isn't about to play coy this time, he's frustrated and horny and he already knows he'll have to take what he wants. He moves closer with purpose, like a predator closing in, until he hooks a finger into the front of Theon's pants to hold him in place, and leans close enough that their lips are barely an inch apart.]

I want you. That's all the reason I need.

[beboth]

I don’t want you.

[ Theon says it even though he knows it’s already clear. He tenses as he’s held in place by the other. He could think of a number of ways to attack but if he had been serious he would have grabbed a sword or had a bow at the ready when dodger came in. But he doesn’t. It’s the Reek that still lives in him, the broken part of him that remembers sometimes it’s easier not to fight something you can’t stop.

He can feel Dodger’s hot breath and he exhales. ]

You’ll be disappointed.

[smokedout]

[There's that flash of disappointment again - Dodger can say what he wants, but it isn't the sex he's interested in. Not exactly. He wants attention from Theon, and to be wanted by him, and to explore the limits of his broken and mangled body. He may as well be a dog shown a steak, and told to sit and wait.]

Don't worry about me.

[His fingers seem to suddenly be searing hot, and as they catch the fabric of Theon's shirt and push upward it splits and burns away in a clean line. When his hand catches the man's jaw he doesn't burn him, but the warmth is still there under the surface. It matches the intense, off-balance focus in Dodger's eyes as he runs his thumb over Theon's lips, never breaking his gaze from the other's.]

[beboth]

[ Theon frowns and he starts to step away after feeling the searing heat as his shirt is ruined by Dodger. There’s a strange magic the other apparently has, like that witch Wanda who had reminded him so much of Melisandre. It’s unsettling, magic. Theon isn’t really a fan of it and it doesn’t endear Dodger to him any more.

He doesn’t move away when the other catches his his jaw, feeling the heat on his skin, though not as hot as what had burned his shirt. He curls his hands into fists, the temptation to hit is strong.

Instead he turns his head so the others thumb slips away from his lips, at least that’s the intention. His gaze goes toward the door. He feels that urge to run, he’d always run for so long. Even Ramsay hadn’t completely beat the urge to run away out of him. ]

I’m not worried about you.

[smokedout]

[Always slipping away from him... fucking weasel of a man. Dodger's eyes sharpen a bit, and this time his hand might scorch Theon's skin as he tears what's left of his shirt off and lets it fall to the ground. He controls the fire just enough not to hurt him when he grips Theon's hair, and forces his head back.]

Look at me.

[Dodger has never been skilled at controlling his temper, and already his patience is waning. He isn't afraid to hurt him, just to prove a point. Whatever that point has ended up being in Dodger's mind.]

[beboth]

[ Dodger's hand heating and against his skin isn't the first time that someone has burned Theon but he knows that Dodger has to know that already. He doesn't try to hide himself when he's left with his torso bared but he scowls when his head jerks, tugging against Dodger's hand but the grip in his hair was just firm enough.

He looks at Dodger with icy blue eyes, not cruel ones like Ramsay's or that other psycho Ivar. ]

Why do you need me to look at you so badly?

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Because you keep looking away. It pisses me off.

[There's something thrilling about controlling someone's attention; being such a threat that they can't keep their eyes off, always prepared for the next hit. The submission in Theon's actions is nice, but he's used to the abuse. He isn't afraid enough to scratch that itch, and he isn't willing enough for Dodger himself to be comfortable with him.

Dodger's gaze darts over him, and he releases his hair. His temper is still raging, but he's doing the best he can not to hurt him.]

Don't make me do something you'll regret.

[beboth]

[ Theon rolls his eyes. He doesn't care about pissing Dodger off. He's not scared of him. He knows he should be. He knows that Dodger's going to have his way because there's just enough of Reek surfaced from the memory and there's an instinct that tells Theon that he couldn't beat this man in a fight. His best chance was doing whatever he could to make him lose interest as quickly as possible.

There's still a crack that Dodger is pressing as stubbornly as Theon is fighting not to give in to Reek. Sansa is in the Sphere now. He can't lose himself when he has her to protect. ]

Do you think you can do anything to me that hasn't already been done?

[ There's a short laugh at the concept. ]

[smokedout]

I can think of a few things.

[Theon was treated cruelly, that much is obvious from everything Dodger has learned about him. He's lived a hard life and hardship doesn't mean much anymore. But Dodger has been on the receiving end enough to pick up tricks - if fear won't work, he can always use his psyche against him.

He looks him over critically before running a hand over his chest, down his stomach to the fabric of his pants. His fingers are light, warm enough to make the air feel cold in their wake.]

If you think you can handle me, it shouldn't be a problem.

[His tone changes; the growl of frustration is still there, but held back. He will get what he wants, and he will behave in the meantime.]

Strip.