[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. ]
[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.]
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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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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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