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[As soon as Dodger leans in, he wraps his arms around him, pulling him up against him without hesitation, yearning to feel Dodger's body and warmth and weight against him, all those little reassurances that he's not alone. Unlike their previous forays, there's emotion and need behind Ragnar's kiss.

He hugs him closer as he parts his lips to press more fully into the kiss, welcoming Dodger to overwhelm him as he held him tightly to him.]

[The emotion in their embrace is a little surprising, and... more than a little intimidating, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it. His skin heats up just a bit, making the space under his blanket pleasantly warm as he presses himself up to greet him. One of his hands strays down Ragnar's back, nails digging lightly into his skin and leaving prickly traces of burns.

His hips grind against Ragnar's but it's slow and deliberate, not an active request but a mild show of affection by Dodger's standards. Right about now, just the feeling of their bodies shifting idly against each other is satisfying. Knowing that Ragnar wants to be around him and only him.]

[Ragnar inhaled sharply without breaking the kiss at the burning touch dragging over his skin.]

More like that. [He panted softly before reclaiming Dodger's lips. The pain and pleasure were a perfect escape, pushing any and all other thoughts out of his mind. It was just what he needed. His hand found its way between them, palming Dodger roughly through his pants with a rumbling hum of approval and desire, other hand tangling just as unapologetically into his hair, dragging him closer.]

[Dodger responds with sharp panting, his kisses steadily becoming more demanding as Ragnar touches him. And the other hand in his hair, that makes him shiver from top to bottom.]

Fuck... [He presses his head back against Ragnar's hand, his own fingers digging all the more sharply into the other man's back in the heat of the moment. Then a moment later his thoughts reconnect well enough for him to reach up to Ragnar's shoulders, dragging new burn lines own his back as he bucks up into Ragnar's hand.

One of his hands reaches up then, slipping over the one in his hair and attempting to move it to his throat, if Ragnar will allow it.]

[Ragnar gritted his teeth in pain, but his groans made it obvious that he was enjoying it, reveling in the pain. He slid his hand to Dodger's throat, fingers wrapping firmly around it, his gaze heated. Slowly, he moved his hand a little higher, thumb and forefinger pushing slightly against Dodger's jaw, forcing his head to tilt back slightly.

He squeezed, both hands at the same time, massaging Dodger through his pants firmly as he tightened his hold on Dodger's throat before easing off of both slightly.

Without warning, he rolled over, toppling Dodger and tangling them both up. He didn't stop to make sure Dodger's legs or arm didn't end up caught at weird angles, moving with a singular focus. Once they were over however, he gave Dodger another shove, pushing and pinning him down on the mattress. Shoving his own pants down just enough to free himself, he gave Dodger's a sharp tug, but once again grabbed him by the neck before he could really think too hard about what he was doing, tugging to force him onto his hands and knees, his back pressed flush against Ragnar's chest, hard cock pressing against his ass cheek.]

Do you trust me? [He mumbled in Dodger's ear, voice a harsh whisper, voice thick with desire. He gave Dodger's ear a bite, dragging it between his teeth before letting it go.] Do not burn me. Or... [He seemed to falter just slightly. He didn't want to have to stop. At all.] I leave. Understand? [He nuzzled the spot he'd just bit, nudging his nose against his ear and then the side of his neck almost lovingly.]

[Dodger shivers as Ragnar shoves him onto his stomach, and obediently he shifts to more comfortably press up against him. He trusts him, yes, but he doesn't trust himself to remain in control. Still, the thought of Ragnar leaving is enough to steel him, and he nods quietly. He can do this. He has to. It's what he deserves.

That last thought has him tense for a moment, thinking that was exactly something that Benny, or Arzial, would have told him. He deserves punishment, he deserves everything he's given. But he shoves the thought away, forcing himself back to the present with a man who he really does trust with his life. His fingers grip the sheets, getting ready to squeeze them if he needs to anchor himself.]

Just do it. [It isn't a command, so much as a plea, but he adds for good measure:] I trust you.

[He has nothing to trust but Ragnar, with his life as much of a mess as it is.]

[Ragnar makes a soft sound, a sharp, short exhale through his nose that sounds suspiciously like a laugh, especially when he feels Dodger shift under him like he's preparing. He presses a reassuring kiss to the back of Dodger's neck and maybe the other man will be able to feel him smiling.]

I said trust me. [He mumbled against his skin. Trust that he wasn't going to do something Dodger didn't want him to do... again. They'd tried that before and Ragnar was wary to try it again unless Dodger was downright begging him.

He tightened his hold on Dodger's throat as his other hand closed firmly around his cock, starting to stroke him as he rutted against him, at first against his cheek until he ended up between them with no intention of actually entering him. He bit down on Dodger's shoulder, just shy of his neck, panting softly against his skin as he sped up the pace.]

[He makes a small noise of surprise as Ragnar starts stroking him, but it's pretty quickly interrupted with a moan he doesn't think to hold back. He ends up squeezing the sheet, but to anchor himself against pleasure instead of panic. Curse this man, and his ability to make Dodger feel so good without any of the fear and pain to accent it.

Before long he's rocking with him, bucking into his hand and drawing back up to tease his cock. He ends up panting, letting a noise escape his lips that sounds suspiciously like Ragnar's name, too garbled to be certain. And when he decides this still isn't enough he lets out a small groan, twisting around just enough to look up at him.]

Hurry up and fuck me...

[This is just teasing, right? Surely he isn't going to let him get away without getting penetrated again.]

[Eyes closed, mouth pressed to the back of Dodger's neck or his shoulders, he edged closer to orgasm. Each little noise he drew out of Dodger drove him that much closer, their panted breaths and moans and half breathed curses filled the air.

The idiotic request made his hips stutter slightly, throwing off his rhythm as he rolled his eyes. Right. Because trying that last time had worked out so well for them.

He squeezed his neck a little harder, annoyed, his mouth pressed to his ear as he spoke, words a terse, low whisper.] If this is not enough, then do not feel as if you have to come.

[Almost like it was in spite, he seemed to put a little more effort into jerking him off.]

[Ragnar continues to surprise him, just by the fact that he doesn't force himself on Dodger. Being properly taken care of when he's on the bottoming end of things is such a novel concept, the confusion is clear as Ragnar speaks.

But god, this feels good. He can barely complain, and instead a low and husky moan escapes his lips in response to Ragnar's words. His hips roll with a bit more purpose, finally getting a clearer image of what's expected of him, and his voice comes out rough from the hand pressing on his throat.]

Then- just make something hurt...

[It's so awkward to him, making requests. It's a rare thing to have to do, and it takes away the excitement of drowning in each other. But as good as this is, as loved as he feels, he doesn't feel like he deserves it. And the darker side of himself is itching in a way that just hasn't been scratched.]

[He grabbed his throat more firmly, digging his fingers in hard enough to leave bruises, blunt nails leaving crescent-shaped red indentions in his skin. Pumping him with more force, his hips followed suit, pressing closer as he sought more friction.

Before Dodger could get too light-headed, Ragnar released his neck without warning, letting him gasp in a breath of air as he pushed his hand roughly up into his hair, tugging hard to snap his head back. He held on tight to the fistful of hair he had, growling low in Dodger's ear and keeping his head craned back painfully before sinking his teeth into Dodger's earlobe. He sped up their rhythm as he did, trying to push Dodger over the edge.]

[Dodger's body shivers from head to toe, and he feels chills from the sensations as Ragnar indulges him in pain. His mind nearly goes blank from the force of his own orgasm, and he lets out some strangled mixure of a moan and an attempt at Ragnar's name as he comes and promptly crumples into the sheets, exhausted and spent.]

Fuck... [It takes some effort, but he twists around enough to catch Ragnar's lips in a tired kiss.] How'd you get that good...?

[He stroked Dodger a few more times through his orgasm, letting go of his hair and then letting him collapse forward. Half falling forward himself, he caught himself on one hand, his other moving to finish himself off. On the second stroke, he was following suit, climaxing over Dodger's lower back with a heady groan.

After a few ragged breaths, he joined Dodger, collapsing down beside him, trying to force his breath to even out as he pressed his forehead against the back of Dodger's neck. His panted breaths ghosted over Dodger's skin until he tilted his head to softly kiss the spot.

He wrapped an arm around Dodger and returned the kiss lazily.] Hm?

[Dodger is happy to curl up against Ragnar, shifting just enough to lay comfortably in his arms. He could happily fall asleep like this, but he doesn't have to ask to know Ragnar would be gone by the time he woke up.

He's silent a little longer than he intended to, because more than anything he wants to say... that he loves him, that he wants him to spend the night. Stupid things like that, that he knows will be rejected because that's not how they work. He just shakes his head, before pressing another kiss to Ragnar's lips.]

It's just been a while since someone's... [He hesitates.] ...Nevermind. How are you feeling?

[Ragnar's mind was already wandering. He was worried about how much of the argument Gyda had heard. And likely Athelstan would have questions and criticisms, something he really wasn't in the mood to deal with. All of which was why he'd come here. He hadn't wanted to think or deal with any of that. Dodger had been a distraction, surely he knew that too. A friend with benefits, one he'd been told he should avoid.

A soft smile tugs at the corner of his mouth at Dodger's kiss.]

Since someone has what? You don't want to say? [He gave him a puzzled look, but obviously wasn't pressing too hard. He turned his head to gaze emptily up at the ceiling at Dodger's question, sighing softly.] I am fine.

[He opens his mouth, briefly considering if he should elaborate. After some thought he just shakes his head, and reaches to play idly with Ragnar's hair. His expression is one of gentle admiration, as he wonders how the fuck he managed to get a man this dreamy in bed with him, and how long he'll be able to keep him there.

His expression sombers a bit, and he shifts to prop himself up on his elbow, watching Ragnar's expression as he speaks.]

We should talk about Ivar. Not now, if you'd rather not. But I don't want any more surprises because of him.

[And surely Ragnar can appreciate that, too.]

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[He closed his eyes when Dodger once again brought Ivar up and sighed heavily before fixing Dodger with a tired, steady gaze.]

What other surprises do you expect to come up?

[His tone was even, a forced calm, but he had, after all, asked Dodger what he thought Ivar might say if he hadn't been throwing a temper tantrum when he'd come to warn Ragnar about him. He really wasn't sure what to expect to hear come out of Dodger's mouth at this point.]

You care about him, right? I don't want you getting dragged into our shit again.

[Which means giving his own warnings about Ivar, even if he can tell Ragnar doesn't want to hear it.]

Ivar knows the reason I can't... you can't top me. Because he's tried to force himself on me. It comes up every so often, when we fight - he knows it gets to me. And I can't- I get carried away when he gets in my head like that. [He grimaces.] I'm just telling you this so that if he ends up with his throat burned open, you don't come storming after me again.

...As much as I liked the make-up sex.

[It really wasn't that Ragnar specifically didn't want to hear about Ivar and the things he'd no doubt done. Nothing his son could have done would surprise him, honestly, and some of it might actually make him proud. It was more that he didn't want to think or hear about any of this. But Dodger was right. He likely should.

He actually smirked a little, obviously finding the warning about injuring Ivar to be amusing in a way.]

Dodger. You and... and us, Ivar and I, we are from very different places. It is against the law where we are from to rape someone, another free man or woman. But that law only applies to our people. Not those we conquer. Not those we fight. Not those we enslave. That is his choice. It is your choice to fight back, of course. [He shrugs.] And if he cannot fight you and win, then he should not have tried to take you in that way.

It would be... well deserved. I would not be angry. That is what happens when you lose a fight, you get injured or you die. He is my son, but you would not be in the wrong.

I would then be in the right to challenge you to a fight. Either you would win, or I would, and then the matter would be settled.

[He doesn't like that answer. He actually doesn't like it at all. His brow furrows, and he gives Ragnar a testing look.]

But you wouldn't be rushing to kill him for breaking laws, huh. That's just for me.

[Sure, he can understand the family connection. That's the whole reason his brother wants him dead - he could kill anyone, but he'd killed his brother's father. Still, it seems unfair to be told he'd be on his own in a fight and simply wouldn't be punished for attacking his rapist.]

You judged me for raping and killing, so why not judge your son. You know as much about him as you do about me.

[Ragnar exhales softly, a quiet, almost nonexistent laugh at the question.]

It is the duty of the person being wronged, or someone acting on their behalf, to exact a revenge they feel is appropriate.

[He tilts his head, rough fingertips drawing idle patterns over Dodger's skin as he tries to figure out a way to explain the way these things worked where he was from. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to necessarily agree.] I do not condone rape. It's... [He makes a face.] To me, it has always seemed like something a weak man would commit, a man who has doubts about himself. But, although I can disapprove and tell him so, it is not my right to stop him unless he was acting against myself or my family. Just as I would not stop you. I would treat you and him no different.

[He frowns a little.] I did not ever judge you for killing. I only wanted to know why you did.

[Well... Dodger doesn't like the answers he got, but he guesses that's his own fault for bringing up questions he didn't really want answers to. AFter a moment he just huffs and curls up closer to Ragnar.]

He doesn't need your protection. Doesn't need you seeking revenge for him, either. Trust me, he could fight half the city alone and make it out on top.

[It's still satisfying to hear the implication that Ragnar looks down on his son for the threats, but it's overshadowed by the reminder that Dodger is removed from all of this. That he doesn't have anyone who would defend him the way Ragnar had been willing to defend Ivar. Hell, he can't even remember the last time he did.. maybe Cain would have cared, but not enough to go kill Ivar.]

Would it make you happy if I stopped trying to kill Ivar, or start shit with him? Or would you rather we settle our shit without you?

Who said I would protect him?

[He smiles softly as he presses a kiss into Dodger's hair, wrapping his arms around him as he nuzzled closer.]

If he was in a position where he was not able to and deserved revenge, then I would step in. We are blood. That is my duty. Otherwise, you are right. And he is on his own to exact his own revenge and fight his own battles. [In other words, Ivar would have to be dead or close to it for Ragnar to feel like he needed to take revenge on his son's behalf.]

Mm. Just leave me and my name and what you and I do out of it. You are both men. Your disputes are your own. Settle them as you see fit.

[Dodger nods slowly. Benny had always nipped things between him and his brother in the bud, when they started getting too intense with their fighting. He'd always gotten the sense it was just because the noise was annoying, not because he cared what happened to his son particularly. Dodger's almost a little jealous of Ivar having such an even-minded father.

With a grunt of confirmation, he shifts slightly to fit more comfortably against Ragnar.]

Then I won't mention you to him. We've got enough to fight about on our own, anyway.

[As much as he would love to hold Ragnar's affections over Ivar... oh well.]

I have told him that I thought his feud with you was petty and unfounded. But... [He shrugged a little.] You know Ivar.

[The dried blood caked to the side of his neck and shoulder and the hole in his hand should make it very clear that both of them knew Ivar.]

Antagonizing him is not going to do you any favours though. [He tilted his head, nuzzling into Dodger's hair before brushing a light kiss over the top of his ear, exhaling contently.]

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