[ 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. ]
[There's a huff of frustration from Dodger, but he does at least take his hand off of Theon's scars. The shove does nothing, though, he may as well be shoving against a brick wall. He leans back a bit, but not enough to give Theon space to weasel away, and gives him a look simmering with thinly veiled anger.]
Why should I? [He growls, deep in his throat like an animal.] I won't get anything out of you if I don't take it, you've made that much clear. Doesn't your god reward people who take what they want?
[ Of all the things that Dodger says, the reference to the Drowned God cuts the deepest. He inhales a bit sharply. He is the one, again, too weak to defend what he has. The Stark part of him rebels at the concept but being part Greyjoy and part Reek too it cuts close and knocks some of the fight out of Theon’s eyes. ]
Please... [ It’s weak and Theon’s fractured pride fractures a little more. ]
[The pleading tone does make Dodger hesitate, and some of the anger saps out of him. He doesn't want to hurt the man; he isn't stupid, he knows his temper won't get him anywhere but he can't help it. It just seems to be the only thing that works.
For a moment, Dodger's eyes flicker with uncertainty. He doesn't like this, it's as if he's looking into a mirror and seeing his own will cracking, back in another lifetime. Back with Arzial.
And then that moment is gone, and his fist hits the wall beside Theon's head hard enough to leave a crack, flames flickering around his hand. He doesn't touch him, but he isn't letting him go either.]
[ Theon's not under any illusions that Dodger is going to stop and he resolves not to beg. He had begged Ramsay far too much and it had never helped. It had done nothing but humiliate him. It never helped or saved him any pain at all. He can feel the heat from Dodger's hand and he looks at it. ]
Leave me alone, Dodger. [ He knows he won't but he knows he can't move him, he can't overpower him and so it's up to Dodger to agree to stop this. ]
[If he had begged, maybe Dodger could get back into the roll of things. Maybe he could see it as a power struggle, and not as killing a rabbit. There's no thrill in hurting someone that isn't fighting.
The flame of anger flickers out, and that's clear in his expression. He sinks down to his knees, pressing his head to Theon's stomach with his shoulders slumped. He won't fight him this time if he's shoved away, but surely he's too pathetic a sight not to have pity on.]
[ Theon frowns when Dodger seems to deflate in front of his eyes. He should take the opportunity and get this idiot out of his dome but then again he can remember the obsession in Dodger's eyes. ]
What the fuck is wrong with you?
[ Theon mutters, shoving him away and he doesn't feel sorry for Dodger. He's more wanting this entire ordeal to be over and if Dodger doesn't get whatever it is out of his system then he'll keep harassing Theon and Theon doesn't want that. He doesn't want Sansa to know. ]
[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. ]
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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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Why should I? [He growls, deep in his throat like an animal.] I won't get anything out of you if I don't take it, you've made that much clear. Doesn't your god reward people who take what they want?
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Please... [ It’s weak and Theon’s fractured pride fractures a little more. ]
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For a moment, Dodger's eyes flicker with uncertainty. He doesn't like this, it's as if he's looking into a mirror and seeing his own will cracking, back in another lifetime. Back with Arzial.
And then that moment is gone, and his fist hits the wall beside Theon's head hard enough to leave a crack, flames flickering around his hand. He doesn't touch him, but he isn't letting him go either.]
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Leave me alone, Dodger. [ He knows he won't but he knows he can't move him, he can't overpower him and so it's up to Dodger to agree to stop this. ]
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The flame of anger flickers out, and that's clear in his expression. He sinks down to his knees, pressing his head to Theon's stomach with his shoulders slumped. He won't fight him this time if he's shoved away, but surely he's too pathetic a sight not to have pity on.]
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What the fuck is wrong with you?
[ Theon mutters, shoving him away and he doesn't feel sorry for Dodger. He's more wanting this entire ordeal to be over and if Dodger doesn't get whatever it is out of his system then he'll keep harassing Theon and Theon doesn't want that. He doesn't want Sansa to know. ]
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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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