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.]
[ 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? ]
[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.]
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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?
[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.]
[ Theon shakes his head. He doesn't think there's anything left that could really be new. Ramsay had already inflicted everything that could be done to a person, he hadn't even been a person when Ramsay had been done with him. This guy? He seems like a bit of a stubborn idiot with a sadistic and fucked up streak a mile wide.
His jaw tenses as the other touches him. He doesn't push his hand away, his hand is still unnaturally warm and Theon would ask about it but he doesn't want to show any interest or curiosity so the question is left alone. He does seem to pull away ever so slightly when the hand goes over his pants. Honestly, what kind of sick individual wants to fuck him? Theon can't think of anything desirable about himself in that sense.
The word 'no' is right on the tip of Theon's tongue but he swallows it. It's hard to say no anymore. But it'd also probably just make this idiot more obsessed too. So, he obeys and his shirt is already ruined on the floor so it's just his pants to be removed, kicked aside leaving his scarred and mutilated body on display again. ]
[His hand slides lower, exploring the jagged scars between Theon's legs as his eyes scan the other man's face for a hint of a reaction. There's a sort of focus on his face that only seems to be there when he's allowed to be close, to touch and explore. He free hand grips Theon's side to hold him close as he leans lower, pressing his lips to Theon's throat and collarbone, taking in his scent for as long as he gets the chance.]
[ Theon's entire body is tense as Dodger's hand moves to the scars that cause Theon the most lasting pain. He is like an animal just shy of running away. He's so still, there's not even a tremble to give way the unsteady thrill of not quite fear that goes through him.
The way Dodger presses into his throat, his collarbone, that curve of his neck is too reminiscent of the times when Ramsay was gentle, making Reek say that he loves him -- and Reek did love Ramsay. It's maybe that memory specifically that keeps Theon from bolting.
[He can feel that tension, and knows what it means - Theon isn't the first partner he's had who was hesitant to engage. It's as thrilling as it is frustrating, as always.
Suddenly, the world around them seems to dissolves into sparks, as if the room is a piece of paper caught on fire. In the darkness Theon will feel as if steel bars are crushing the air from his lungs, before reality reasserts itself. Dodger has teleported them against the wall, properly trapping Theon as he moves back up to capture his lips. It's a short kiss, more teasing than anything, but he doesn't expect Theon to return it.]
Relax. [He's never jealous of mutations, but being here makes him wish his words had the sort of weight that Arzial's had.] You're beautiful, you know that?
[Funny how he only compliments people when his hands are between their legs.]
[ Real terror comes over Theon in those moments it took to teleport. He feels panicked when he finds himself against the wall. It doesn’t leave quickly and Theon doesn’t even think about kissing back. His mind barely registers it in the moment. But between that and the wall to his back he feels trapped. ]
Get off of me, [ He says them, hands coming to Dodger’s chest to shove firmly. The terror is enough to cut through his mind clearly the fact he should stop this.
The compliments fall on deaf ears because Theon would never believe that from anyone and neither would he want to be beautiful. ]
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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.]
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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? ]
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Not going to hide, huh?
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[ Theon has had enough of running away or hiding in games he can’t win. ]
Why won’t you bother someone who wants you?
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[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.
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[ 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.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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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[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.
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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. ]
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[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.
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His jaw tenses as the other touches him. He doesn't push his hand away, his hand is still unnaturally warm and Theon would ask about it but he doesn't want to show any interest or curiosity so the question is left alone. He does seem to pull away ever so slightly when the hand goes over his pants. Honestly, what kind of sick individual wants to fuck him? Theon can't think of anything desirable about himself in that sense.
The word 'no' is right on the tip of Theon's tongue but he swallows it. It's hard to say no anymore. But it'd also probably just make this idiot more obsessed too. So, he obeys and his shirt is already ruined on the floor so it's just his pants to be removed, kicked aside leaving his scarred and mutilated body on display again. ]
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[His hand slides lower, exploring the jagged scars between Theon's legs as his eyes scan the other man's face for a hint of a reaction. There's a sort of focus on his face that only seems to be there when he's allowed to be close, to touch and explore. He free hand grips Theon's side to hold him close as he leans lower, pressing his lips to Theon's throat and collarbone, taking in his scent for as long as he gets the chance.]
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The way Dodger presses into his throat, his collarbone, that curve of his neck is too reminiscent of the times when Ramsay was gentle, making Reek say that he loves him -- and Reek did love Ramsay. It's maybe that memory specifically that keeps Theon from bolting.
Ramsay had called him a good boy too. ]
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Suddenly, the world around them seems to dissolves into sparks, as if the room is a piece of paper caught on fire. In the darkness Theon will feel as if steel bars are crushing the air from his lungs, before reality reasserts itself. Dodger has teleported them against the wall, properly trapping Theon as he moves back up to capture his lips. It's a short kiss, more teasing than anything, but he doesn't expect Theon to return it.]
Relax. [He's never jealous of mutations, but being here makes him wish his words had the sort of weight that Arzial's had.] You're beautiful, you know that?
[Funny how he only compliments people when his hands are between their legs.]
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Get off of me, [ He says them, hands coming to Dodger’s chest to shove firmly. The terror is enough to cut through his mind clearly the fact he should stop this.
The compliments fall on deaf ears because Theon would never believe that from anyone and neither would he want to be beautiful. ]
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