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It starts with a standard protection detail assignment, until it all goes sideways. Agent Poindexter finds himself escorting Wilson Fisk from a prison cell to an FBI monitored penthouse apartment.
Dex doesn’t know much about Wilson Fisk, he doesn’t follow current events and he hardly followed the case. He knows he’s a bad man, the ‘Kingpin’, but his assignment is just to protect him. Dex likes to focus on tasks and objectives, avoiding any personal distractions. Working at the FBI has given him the sense of purpose that he desperately needs to stay sane.
When the convoy holding Fisk is attacked, Dex succumbs to his instincts, taking out each attacker with easy precision. Maybe he’s having a bad day, and allows more lethal shots to land than necessary, but the chaos of fighting and bloodshed is the only thing that calms the buzzing in his head.
When he leads Fisk out of the car he seems nervous at first, but his demeanor quickly shifts back to his typical overwhelming confidence when he realizes Dex isn’t going to hurt him. He’s just doing his job.
A couple months later Dex is still at the FBI, but he now knows the real boss is Fisk. He’s disgusted to learn the greater good he thought he was serving is so corrupt, but Fisk has taken on an almost fatherly role that keeps him in check, replacing the role previously assigned to the government.
The jobs he handles for Fisk and the FBI are usually quick, and violent. He doesn’t need to think beyond recognizing a target, and if he’s supposed to kill them or just scare them. He quickly becomes Fisk’s go-to bodyguard for important meetings.
He comes to realize Fisk has a bit of an obsession with Matt Murdock, the lawyer who put him away. He’s the one who forced Vanessa, his beloved, into hiding. Fisk gives him an assignment, but this time it’s something new. He wants Dex to follow Matt and keep tabs on him, not kill him. No violence.
At first it’s straightforward, Dex simply tracks Matt throughout Hell’s Kitchen. He reports to Fisk on his cases, his meetings, any updates he can gather on Matt’s investigation into Fisk, the ways he’s working to get Fisk back in a real prison.
The issue is, Matt is good. He protects Karen and Foggy from his full investigation, he visits the church he grew up in and gives treats to the kids, he holds the door for everyone. Dex thinks if he was blinded as a kid he’d hate the world, but instead Matt seems to love it even more.
Everyday Dex finds himself increasingly drawn to Matt, spending more and more time tailing him.
Dex doesn’t tell Fisk how soft Matt’s hair looks in the morning, about his surprising level of skill at boxing, or about his friends in the NYPD. Dex doesn’t tell Fisk that Matt is the first thing he thinks about every morning, and the last thing every night. He realizes with a twist in his stomach he wants to protect Matt, when Fisk asks “anything else?”
Dex has only been tailing Matt for a couple weeks when after a long day at the courthouse he heads to Josie’s bar with Foggy and Karen. Dex watches from across the street and feels hot with jealousy watching them laugh and drink inside, while he’s stuck on the outside, per usual.
He wonders if Matt would forgive Dex if he killed them, so they could be alone, together.
As the night goes on a woman attaches herself to Matt, clearly flirting with him. Dex can’t help but think she’s desperate and disgusting, she doesn’t deserve to get touched by his Matt.
Dex follows them back to Matt’s apartment, and he watches with a mix of envy and disappointment as Matt fucks her. Matt is his, even if he doesn’t know it yet. He can’t help but wish he was in her place, surrounded by Matt and getting filled with him and his goodness.
Dex waits a few days and when he realizes Matt isn’t planning to call her again, he kills her, making it look accidental.
Another couple weeks pass and Matt does the same routine, but this time it’s a man. Dex can’t help but palm himself over his pants as he watched Matt fuck the twink from the bar. He imagines Matt grunting over him instead of this easy slut, and how good he’d feel if their face is any indication.
Dex doesn’t wait this time, he kills him in the morning as soon as he leaves.
Dex feels conflicted, he knows that caring for someone in the world he operates in is dangerous, it gives his enemies an opportunity to hurt him. Fisk can never know he cares for Matt beyond professional curiosity or he’d use him against him, the way Matt used Vanessa. Still, he cares.
After a few weeks of watching Dex grows impatient, and he decides he needs to know Matt. Talk to him. See his smile up close.
Matt is blind, so while he may have heard of Agent Poindexter in his research into Fisk, Dex assumes they could meet and he’d have no way of knowing Dex was the same man.
He formulates a plan and rents out the apartment across the hall from Matt. He disables every security camera in the area before he even contacts the building. He uses what he’s picked up in the FBI to bury the fact the apartment is his, and lets the landlord think the owner is some rich guy, who will only visit the apartment sporadically.
Dex doesn’t stay in the apartment overnight, assuming Fisk has men checking in on him occasionally, but he visits when he knows Matt commutes, until the day he finally bumps into him.
“I’m so sorry, uh… are you new to the building? I’m not sure if we’ve met yet.” Matt is so earnest it makes Dex feel guilty for lying.
“John (Doe). Yes, I just moved in across the hall. I won’t be here that often but sometimes I have work in the city. Nice to meet you Mr…?"
“Murdock. Matt. I’ll see you around…” he motions to his glasses and his cane “…or actually I won’t. Sorry, bad joke.”
Dex still laughs.
He continues tracking Matt, and reporting the information Fisk expects. It’s almost impossible for Dex to act casual about him, when he’s consuming his thoughts. When Fisk goes on his rants about Matt, Dex has to dig his nails into his palms to avoid defending him.
He learns Matt is supposed to travel upstate for a week to interview defendants for a case and Dex realizes this is the perfect opportunity. To save Matt from Foggy and Karen, who drain him without realizing it, and Fisk, who is growing increasingly impatient with the lawyer.
Matt may be blind, but he’s far from helpless. He’s a lawyer for gods sake, but beyond that, the rest of his senses are so far improved he might as well still have his sight.
He can hear everything, even heartbeats to tell when his clients are lying, which he admits gives him an unfair edge. But he can also feel everything, their movements, the sweat on their body, the emotions they try to suppress. Foggy jokes he has a fifth sense for finding attractive women, and he’s not wrong. He can’t just look at someone and find them attractive like everyone else can, instead he can feel his attraction to them clouding every sense.
Matt isn’t surprised when he hears someone moving into the apartment across the hall, but he is surprised when he realizes he recognizes the scent of the tenant.
Someone’s been following him, he can tell, but he can’t figure out why. When he mentions it casually to Foggy and Karen they laugh his worries off, joking he’s not good enough in bed to gain a stalker.
When Matt literally bumps into him the smell is overpowering, clean musk and metal, and he knows it’s the same man who’s been tailing him.
Matt plays hapless to his face, even though he could tell he was lying about his name, and his reason for moving in.
Matt knows this is going somewhere bad, but ‘John’ seems somewhat harmless. They run into each other casually a few times, and John’s body is screaming out how attracted he is to Matt. How much he wants to submit. Matt doesn’t need to touch him to tell how attractive he is, he can sense his muscular build and cocky smile with each interaction.
John’s casual voice and words never match the desperation radiating off of his body. Matt considers telling Karen and Foggy about this development and he decides against it, not wanting to worry them. They don’t understand the full extent of his abilities, and explaining that he’s smelled his new neighbor around the office and outside Josie’s won’t make sense to them.
The night before he’s supposed to leave for a work trip Matt receives a knock on his apartment door. When he opens it John is there, holding a bottle of whiskey in his other hand.
John seems nervous as he asks him to share a drink. Matt wonders if this is him finally making a move, after watching from afar. He wonders if he has the fortitude to resist.
When he grabs glasses and brings them over he senses something else, John removing a bag with some powder from his pocket.
John asks for a glass of water and when Matt turns to get one the other man mixes the powder into his whiskey, too quick and too quiet for anyone besides Matt to notice.
Matt isn’t sure what to do. The man doesn’t seem like he wants to hurt him, but he certainly seems dangerous. Maybe they can talk, and he can avoid sipping his drink.
“So, what brings you by the city tonight?” Matt asks. He can feel John’s intense eyes locked on him, waiting for him to try his drugged whiskey. Matt can smell it without lifting the glass, some sort of roofie.
“It was just a long day, I didn’t want to drink alone.” He looks around, “I’m sorry were you packing? I didn’t mean to interrupt…”
Matt can tell he’s lying, but he truly can’t figure out why. What the endgame is. It doesn’t seem like is planning to hurt Matt, every fiber of him seems to want to service Matt, to protect him. Matt rolls the bottom of the glass around on the table, and still doesn’t take a sip.
“Yes, I’m lucky enough to have a week of depositions ahead of me upstate… I don’t want to be rude but I really should pack.”
John seems tightly wound, trying to think of ways to convince Matt to drink his drugged drink. “Will you at least humor me and try the whiskey? It wasn’t cheap, and the clerk said it was good.”
Matt smells it and realizes it is good, a $200 bottle at least. He weights his curiosity against his safety and decides the risk isn’t worth it. “Sorry but I have an early day tomorrow, I’d rather not risk starting.”
Matt can sense John’s increasingly frantic energy but he doesn’t expect what comes next. “Sorry, I was trying to do this the easy way…” is the last thing he hears before his head is slammed against the table, and he fades out of consciousness.
When Matt comes to, he’s tied tightly to a chair. He feels John notice him stirring.
“What the fuck?” Is all Matt can ask.
“I’m sorry, I tried to take you gently but you weren’t going for it.”
“That’s what you’re sorry for? Who the fuck are you? Why am I tied up?”
“I’m… a friend. I need to protect you. And I want to be like you, I want to be good. I need you to make me good.” Holy shit, he’s insane.
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“I was just focused on capturing you to start. We’ll have to figure the rest out.”
Matt starts to think about where he’s being held and he realizes he’s in the apartment across the hall. They haven’t even left the building. It’s weirdly brilliant, his friends will check a thousand other places before they think of checking recently rented apartments in his building.
“My friends will realize I’m missing.”
“Foggy and Karen?” the man practically snarls. “I’m sure they will, but they think you’re out of town. Going offline for a few days won’t be too concerning.” A few days. Fuck.
Before Matt can ask more questions, the man forces the whiskey from earlier down his throat.
Once Matt is unconscious again, Dex can finally breathe normally. He feels so guilty for hurting him but he had to, to protect him.
He unties Matt from the chair and carries him into the bedroom. He lays him on the bed and reties his arms and legs together. Dex had a chain installed on the wall, which he attaches to Matt. Even if he managed to free his arms, he’d still be trapped.
Dex uses Matt’s time unconscious to set up monitors; in the bedroom, the bathroom, and in Matt’s apartment across the hall. He cleans the whiskey glasses and puts them away, like he was never there.
Despite his selfish desire to want to stay, to spend every second with Matt, Dex still heads home to his apartment. He knows Fisk likes to know where his people are. Once he’s in bed he opens the video feed, and falls asleep watching an unconscious Matt Murdock on the screen.
Over the next couple days Dex visits his prisoner whenever he can. Matt seems defiant, but he doesn’t seem scared of Dex, which only intrigues him more.
He asks Matt about his childhood in the orphanage, his time at law school, the cases he’s been working on. Every detail draws him in more.
He tries explaining to Matt that he wants to belong to him, to be like him, to make him proud, but he can tell Matt doesn’t get it. Not yet.
On the third day Dex gets an alert that someone is entering Matt’s apartment. He checks the feed and it’s predictably Foggy and Karen, pawing through Matt’s apartment. He looks at Matt across the room and can’t fight a smirk at the fact Matt can’t tell they’re within his reach, across the hall.
After looking for clues they leave, and Dex smiles at the overnight bag stashed in the corner of his bedroom. Matt remains restrained in the bed, completely unaware.
Later that night he gets a call from Fisk. Usually he would avoid talking to his boss in front of Matt, but Fisk isn’t known to be patient so he just closes the bedroom door and takes the call in the living room.
“Murdock is missing, he never showed up for those depositions.”
Dex scratches his neck and aims for casual. “He didn’t? Do you want me to go up and check?”
“No. He’s most likely still in the city. I need you to look for him, find him before his friends do.”
“Of course boss. I’m on it.”
“Thanks Dex, I know you won’t disappoint me.”
Before Matt, a statement like that would have lit Dex up, carried him for weeks. But now he has Matt, salvation in his grasp, and he can hardly bring himself to care about Fisk beyond the danger he presents regarding Matt.
John is… a surprisingly caring warden. Some is the bare minimum, he feeds him and brings drinks frequently, but he also unties Matt’s arms and legs to use the bathroom, and lets him shower unsupervised. He doesn’t let him close the door, and he knows John could easily take him out in a fight, but he appreciates the illusion of autonomy.
John asks him what shows he likes, or what books he’d like to listen to and brings them to him. He even asks about his clients, if there’s anything they need that he can take care of. He offers to take a message to Foggy if it’s necessary, and Matt curses himself for not coming up with a ‘help my stalker is real and kidnapped me’ code word.
Matt just can’t wrap his head around who this man is, and what he actually wants. Matt is the prisoner but John seems just as trapped by Matt, if not more so.
On his third day imprisoned Matt feels Foggy and Karen climbing up to his apartment. It takes everything in him not to scream out for help, knowing they wouldn’t be able to hear him and it would only reveal to John how good his senses actually are.
He feels sick at how worried they are as he listens to them debate next steps, where he could possibly be. Matt can feel John smirking across the room and he just barely resists his desire to scream at him.
Later that night, John takes a call in the living room. Matt’s blood runs cold at the voice on the other line, Wilson Fisk. His mind races as he tries to figure out how and why his captor, who clearly works for Fisk, kidnapped him for reasons seemingly unrelated to his boss.
Dex. Why does that name ring a bell? Matt searches his memory until he remembers from his case files an Agent Poindexter, ‘Dex’, who saved Fisk’s life during his transfer. The sharp shooter is basically a federally funded assassin. He was demoted after the attack, but quickly reinstated after just a couple weeks.
Matt’s heart skips a beat at the realization Dex is not only still in the FBI, but working under Fisk. How the hell does Fisk have the FBI in his pocket?
Matt’s head is still swirling with the new information when Dex, or ‘John’ comes in to help prepare him for bed.
Knowing what he knows now he’s even more shocked by the overwhelming attraction he can sense from Dex towards him. The care he uses undressing him, and making sure his restraints aren’t too tight. Matt decides to take a risk.
“John?”
Dex winces at the name. It’s so subtle, Matt doubts anyone with sight would be able to tell.
“Can you promise you won’t hurt Foggy and Karen?”
Dex simmers, anger just below the surface. “I can’t control what happens if they stick their noses where they don’t belong.”
“I thought you wanted to be good?”
Dex’s heart is beating out of his chest. “I’ll try, but only because it’s what you want.”
“I don’t just want it. I need you to promise. I wouldn’t be able to forgive you if something… happened to them.”
Dex sort of deflates as he agrees. “I… okay. I won’t hurt them.” Matt sighs with relief that he’s telling the truth.
Dex seems relieved by his mood shift, and Matt can’t help but find him adorable. He wonders if he should start to worry about Stockholm Syndrome.
The next morning Matt realizes he has something else entirely he needs to start worrying about.
When he wakes up his morning wood is achingly hard, staining under the covers. His arms are restrained the majority of the day and when he’s in the bathroom Dex is always around the corner, listening and probably watching on his screen. He hasn’t been able to relieve himself since he was captured.
Matt is someone who is constantly stimulated, aware of every sense. The only way he can find peace is chasing an orgasm, ideally with a pliant body underneath him.
Matt can tell it’s early, too early for Dex to be over, and he can probably get away with something while he’s still alone.
He starts humping up, trying to rut against the blanket, but there’s not nearly enough pressure to provide any relief.
He shimmies, rolling his body over onto his stomach so his dick is at least trapped between him and the mattress.
He starts humping, thrusting against the mattress and it’s not amazing, but it’s better than nothing.
It takes a few minutes, but Matt is able to bring himself to orgasm, rutting against the sheets. He cums with a groan, shooting into his underwear. He’s exhausted and sweaty from the effort, and relieved for only a second before he remembers his situation.
Shame immediately washes over him, and he realizes with a start that even if Dex missed this on video, he’ll see the evidence when he next visits the apartment.
Several blocks away Dex is in his apartment, awoken by an alert there is movement in his secondary apartment.
He checks the cameras, to confirm Matt is okay, and bolts upright at what he sees on his screen.
His Matt, his poor prisoner, humping up against the air. Dex realizes Matt is awake, and not having a wet dream when he struggles to flip his body over.
Dex can’t help but slowly start stroking his own cock as he watches Matt hump the mattress. He imagines himself in between Matt’s body and the sheets, being filled by Matt’s length.
Dex fumbles to turn up the volume, and squeezes his eyes shut letting himself be surrounded by Matt’s quiet moans as he gets himself off. When Matt finishes with a loud groan, Dex does too, with Matt’s name on his lips.
When Dex stops by that morning, Matt can immediately sense the guilt and knows there’s no way he missed the earlier show.
“Sorry… uh biology, you know?” Matt explains as Dex changes him out of his pajamas. Matt can’t see Dex’s face, but he can feel the heat radiating from his flushed cheeks.
“Yeah… I’m sorry I didn’t think that far ahead. If you need… relief again… just let me know.”
Matt thought the incident would bring more freedom, but instead it leads to Dex staying closer, sitting on the bench in the bathroom while Matt showers.
Matt can feel Dex’s hungry eyes roaming his body, and he starts to consider if he can use Dex’s attraction to his advantage. To get more details on Fisk, to protect Foggy and Karen, and ultimately, to escape.
That night Matt can’t help himself from digging.
“So, how is working for Wilson Fisk?”
Dex stills at the question. “How do you know who I work for?”
“I just assumed, I can’t think of any other opponent with the means or desire to kidnap me." Dex relaxes, relieved thinking his identity is still safe.
“He’s uh, very interested in you. He asked me to keep tabs on you, to make sure you aren’t close to sending him back to jail.”
“And am I close, is that why I’m being held here?”
“Not exactly. You’re here because… you’re good. I couldn’t let Fisk take you from me.”
Matt’s mind races. It makes sense, and he knows Dex isn’t lying. Fisk must have asked Dex to tail him professionally, but it turned into a genuine obsession for Dex. An all consuming interest.
Obsessive is probably one of the more polite words Matt would use to describe Dex.
“I’m good? That doesn’t make sense. Plenty of people are good. Most of them, actually.”
“Not like you. It’s hard to explain. But my therapist told me I need a ‘North Star’, a guiding person or entity to keep me on the right path. She was mine until she left me. Various people and jobs have been my star but they’ve all failed me. Fisk… I know he has my file, has probably seen my therapy notes. He’s trying to corrupt me, manipulate me into worshipping him. But I know you’re the right side, you’re the only one working to put him away, the right way.”
Matt considers it all, and files the revelations about therapists, and Dex’s previous sins for later.
“I’m not a guiding force, John. No one can be good all the time. It’s not possible. I’m glad we’re on the same page when it comes to Fisk but you can’t rely on a single person, I’ll only disappoint you.” He pleads.
“Matt I’ve watched you for months, you can’t disappoint me. I’ve seen you already.”
Matt closes his eyes at that. He thinks back on the past two months, before the kidnapping. The anonymous sex, snapping at Foggy over finances, ignoring Karen’s obvious interest…
“I can’t believe that, I’ve disappointed myself.”
“Matt you’re human, that doesn’t make you less of a saint in my eyes.” Earnestness is rolling off of Dex, and it’s making Matt feel sick. He wonders if Dex is having some sort of religious psychotic break. “I know you don’t understand yet, but you will. I promise.”
Matt shudders at his words, and considers the notion the biggest threat on his life is the attractive agent across from him, not Wilson Fisk like he previously thought.
After their talk nothing really changes. The first day is uneventful, but the second…
Dex walks in the bedroom to find Matt, restrained in the bed, panting lightly. His head rolls up slightly when Dex enters the room.
“John” Matt says, practically a moan. “Can I take care of myself… please?”
Dex breaks from Matt’s face, finally noticing Matt rock hard under his sheets. He must have had another long night, waking up already worked up.
“No.”
Matt’s mouth drops “but you said…”
“I said to let me know. You let me know. Thank you Matt.”
Matt lets out what can only be described as a pitiful whimper. “John you don’t understand, I need it. It’s the only thing that quiets the world around me, that lets my brain relax.”
“All I’m saying is you can’t take care of yourself. If you ask me to assist you, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Dex knows it’s low, but he needs to show Matt how much he cares, how much he can worship him.
Matt seems hesitant, but he just nods after a moment. “I… okay.”
Dex is shocked by Matt’s answer, that he’ll let someone as dirty and bad as Dex into his bed. He thought it would take more time to get Matt to agree. He isn’t sure what to do next.
“Are you sure, I don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with me touching you…”
Matt laughs almost manically. “You stalked and kidnapped me, I’ve been tied up for days, and now you’re worried about consent?”
“I’m protecting you. I don’t want to do anything that could harm you.”
“Please… I’m desperate here. If this is what it takes, I’m asking for it.”
Dex’s heart beats out of his chest as he slowly walks over to the bed. He cautiously sits on the edge. He knows this is important, to show Matt he can be what he needs. That he can rely on Dex to stop the buzzing in his mind.
“What do you want me to do? I mean, what do you like?”
Matt laughs again darkly. “You haven’t seen?”
Dex's mind flashes to scenes from the past months, Matt stroking himself in bed and in the shower, Matt fucking beautiful men and women, no real passion behind any of it.
”I’ve watched you jerk yourself off clinically, and have perfectly acceptable one night stands. I want whatever you want, it can be anything…”
Matt’s eyes squeeze shut at his words. “Let’s just start with a handjob, since I’m not allowed to masterbate.”
“Ok.” Dex has does this for himself a thousand times, and several times for others, but he’s still nervous. Usually his sexual experiences are power plays, not genuine desire. This is Matt, he wants to make him feel as good as he makes Dex feel everyday, just being in his presence.
Dex shifts closer to Matt, still a bit awkwardly far, and reaches for his waistband. When Dex pulls his pants and underwear down Matt instinctively humps upwards, whining at his inability to touch himself.
Matt’s cock is huge, and perfect just like him. It’s clean, but the tip is wet from precum and Dex licks his lips, imaging it shoved down his throat, or in his ass.
Dex takes one hand and dances his fingers up the shaft.
“John, please… don’t tease…”
Dex stiffens and withdraws his hand. “Don’t say another man’s name in my bed.”
“Another man? John what are you talking about?” Matt begs.
“Dex… my name is Dex. That’s the only name I want to hear out of your mouth.”
“Dex— but why did you tell me J—“
Dex reaches his hand back to Matt’s cock and grips it tightly.
“Please… Dex…”
Dex smirks at the response, and starts jerking Matt off in earnest.
When Matt’s tip becomes wetter, Dex can’t help himself from leaning down and licking it, savoring the taste of salt and skin and Matt.
Matt can’t see him but he groans at the lick and keeps begging “Dex Dex Dex…” like a prayer as Dex continues stroking him, and Dex feels like he’s in the clouds. This feeling is better than any praise he’s received from Fisk by a mile.
Dex keeps stoking Matt until he’s close, and then angles him to finish on his stomach. When Matt cums he moans loudly, and Dex can feel the tension leave Matt’s frame. Dex keeps stroking past when Matt asks him to stop, enjoying his reaction to the overstimulation, and his helplessness to fight back.
Eventually Dex is satisfied, and he leans down to lap up the cum all over Matt stomach.
Matt groans at how filthy it is and Dex smirks in response. “Sorry baby, I don’t have time to clean you up properly before work.”
“It’s… fine. Don’t you need to get off too?”
Dex is suddenly aware of his straining erection, but this is about Matt, not him. He wouldn’t degrade Matt by getting off like this, while Matt was tied up.
“No, of course not. It will go down. You’re so good for asking…”
Matt is so good, what type of captive worries about their captor? Dex pauses at the thought. He should read up on Stockholm Syndrome. What if Matt isn’t being himself anymore, he’s falling into a role?
“FBI or Fisk duty today, Agent Poindexter?”
“I…” of course he figured it out, that’s why he chose not to tell him his name was Dex in the first place. “If you figured that out, you must know they’re basically the same.”
Matt just hums. He seems so relaxed, Dex can’t help but smile.
“I’ll be back.”
“I know you will.”
Matt’s a mess. He’s been held captive by Dex for almost a week at this point. He knows his friends, or worse Fisk’s men, must be close to finding him. Or suspecting Dex. Or both.
He can’t help himself from being drawn to Dex. He’s so clearly unstable, but the more time Matt spends with the man the more he wants to protect him. There’s something so raw and pure about his desire to be ‘good’.
Matt squeezes his eyes shut remembering the previous day, the way Dex so cautiously touched him. He wasn’t sure how but the roles had completely reversed, he felt like he was the one taking advantage of Dex by allowing him to touch him, even though Matt was the prisoner.
He could see the amount of weight Dex put behind each movement. The complete disregard for himself in the face of Matt’s… situation. When Dex said he would do anything Matt knew he truly meant it, which made his head spin. He wasn’t sure how he got here, both predator and prey.
“Karen and Foggy are close.” Matt announces the next day, and he feels Dex still at his words. “I mean I assume they are, I know how good they are at solving puzzles. Especially to help me.”
Dex puts down his bag and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Matt can almost taste the gun powder residue Dex had attempted to scrub off.
“And…?”
“Do you have a plan? Or do we need to figure out an excuse for why I disappeared for a week?”
“What makes you think I plan on letting you go? Or that I won’t just kill you?” Dex is putting on his best effort to sound dangerous, but all Matt senses is fear.
“I— sure let’s start there. Where could we move to when someone figures out this location?” Matt feels the palpable relief at the word ‘we’.
“I know plenty of abandoned spots across the city. Eventually I could smuggle us out, somewhere no one would track us to.” Dex responds defiantly.
“You don’t think without Hell’s Kitchen, without my career, you’ll quickly see I’m just a man?”
Dex furrows his brow. “Maybe.”
“If you want something real, I have to be free, you understand that, right? You need to trust that I’ll come back.”
“We’ll never be free as long as Wilson Fisk is alive. I can kill him for you. Easily, and it would be for the greater good.”
“There’s no justification for premeditated murder, Dex. You must know that goes against my moral code. I need to find a way to stop him, within the confines of the legal system.” Matt watches his words roll around Dex’s head, and he realizes he might have made a misstep.
“I don’t think you know enough about my past. Or what I do for work. Currently.” Dex is suddenly steely, closed off.
“So was all that talk about wanting to be good, and wanting to take Fisk down the right way, just talk?”
“It’s complicated. I need a purpose. Even if I could get out I couldn’t just stop…”
“Sweetheart, I get it. I think we’re more similar than either of us want to admit.” Matt felt his own eyes bulge slightly at how easily the pet name slipped out.
“Mm, okay. So what’s your idea?”
“That’s exactly what I want to talk through….”
Matt and Dex run through some of Matt’s cases, dangerous people that might feel wronged by him and the options are more extensive than Matt had previously realized.
Matt’s tied to a chair again, this time in an abandoned warehouse in the port.
He can tell there are weapons in the building, liquor spilled on the floor, and the faint remnants of trafficked drugs and underground poker games.
Before he can spend too much time reconsidering the plan, he hears a vehicle approaching. Two members of the underworld, Irish gangsters, are arriving at the building.
It only takes them a few moments for them to discover Matt.
“Now what do we have here…” they slowly circle him. “Solicitor Murdock, as I live and breathe.”
Matt tries to respond, but he’s completely muffled by the gag around his mouth. He recognizes them, remembers them from the courtroom when he prosecuted one of their cousins, Sean, for arms dealing.
“Now who would have dropped such a pretty present in our laps?” One asks, while the other gets closer and tips Matt’s head up by pulling his hair.
“They didn’t even need to bother blindfolding him, the poor bastard.”
Matt half-heartedly struggles, but he can already hear more people approaching. At least three vehicles, filled with FBI agents. Dex’s heartbeat stands out, strong and steady with the insider knowledge of what’s waiting for them inside the warehouse.
He can feel the windup well before the man’s fist strikes his jaw, although he has no means to dodge it. He hits Matt a couple more times before he’s satisfied, and releases Matt’s scalp. Matt feels bruises blooming and blood filling his mouth, slightly trickling through his gag. He swallows the rest.
“That’s for Sean, alright solicitor? But everything else we do tonight is going to be just for us…”
The FBI is in the building, just around the corner. Matt hears them on their radios discussing the situation. The unknown hostage with his captors, two armed men.
The next moment Dex calls dibs, and within a second two bullets whiz by on either side of Matt's head, taking out the two Irish men. Two headshots, and they’re instantly dead on impact.
Blood splatters on Matt as he remains helpless and restrained. That wasn’t the plan.
The agents approach, weapons drawn, and they immediately recognize Matt Murdock.
“Someone should call Kingpin, Dex…?”
Dex grumbles, but he still steps aside to call Fisk.
“We found Mr. Murdock, in an Irish base like you guessed. He doesn’t appear to be seriously injured but we’re checking now…”
Some agent pulls the gag out of Matt’s mouth, and he coughs up the remaining blood.
“Are you injured?”
“No I’m fine…” Matt responds, throat dry.
“We’ll still need to get you checked out. Are there any other men that might be on their way?”
Matt swallows, I hope not. “No, not that I know of.”
“Ok, good. Just try to remain calm, you’re safe now…”
Matt just hums in appreciation. I’ll never be safe with Dex’s attention on me…
Matt’s outside, sitting with a rescue blanket by the ambulance. The EMTs quickly realized Matt’s only injuries were recent, and superficial. He hopes they’re smart enough to not ask any questions.
Matt turns to the agent babysitting him. “Do you think I could thank the man who just saved me?”
“Of course, it was Agent Poindexter. I’ll grab him for you.”
When Dex comes over Matt can feel the calm from the violence and the nerves to face Matt.
“Agent Poindexter, thank you for saving me…” Matt raises his hand for a handshake. When Dex takes it he uses his other hand to pull him into his body by his shoulder. “I thought we agreed. No murder.”
“It was the only way…” Dex whispers back. “You know that, there’s no way they’d admit to a kidnapping they didn’t actually commit… I did you a favor. There would have been too many questions. Your hands are clean.”
“My hands aren’t clean Dex. They didn’t deserve to die.”
“They were criminals. And you forget I saw them touch you. No one is allowed to do that beside me.” Dex hisses.
Matt releases his grip and backs up. “Thank you again Agent, I really owe you after all this…” he says, back at normal volume.
Dex looks at him, still tense. “Of course. It’s why we do what we do.” Dex shifts, probably wanting to continue the real conversation, but the two of you are interrupted.
“Matt!”
Karen and Foggy run over and crush Matt with enthusiastic hugs.
“Guys I’m okay! Just a bit of a mixup…”
Dex fades into the background. Karen makes note of his intense gaze glued on Matt and the momentary glare at her and Foggy for later.
After the incident in the warehouse Dex decides to give Matt some space. Or as much space as he can while following him for Fisk.
They never discussed how or when they’d communicate once Dex freed Matt. Matt now knows Dex is tailing him for Fisk, so Dex decides to wait for a sign he’s not upset anymore.
As Dex follows Matt around New York City his palms itch. He can’t help but let his mind drift to memories of Matt in his bed, solely dependent on him. Protected from the dirty city and greedy people.
He can’t help but think about how easy it would be to take out Fisk, and Foggy and Karen, and have Matt all to himself again. But Dex thinks Matt was probably right, Matt isn’t much of a North Star without the rest of his universe orbiting him.
Dex never removed the cameras from Matt’s apartment. He tells himself it’s just a precaution, but he finds himself obsessively checking the feeds. He thinks Matt must be taunting him, every time he walks around the apartment shirtless.
Unfortunately, Matt seems more cautious now that he’s aware of Dex watching him. During his first week free he jerks off almost daily but it’s always under the covers, or turned away from the view of the camera in the shower. Dex grows increasingly irritated at Matt hiding from him. I hope he knows I won’t allow this to last.
Matt feels… a lot of things, but primarily scared.
Yes, Dex released him, but they never discussed the reality of the stalking situation. Matt can hear the quiet buzzing of the cameras in his apartment, and he gets whiffs of Dex wherever he goes.
He knows Dex won’t be patient for long, and he needs to decide his next step.
He had a plan, to blame the Irish for the kidnapping without killing them. They’d never get prosecuted, because there was no proof, and everyone could move on.
But Dex, he couldn’t resist the urge to kill when it was right in front of him. Matt shivered, wondering if anyone who mildly offended Matt should be worried about Dex’s wrath.
Despite his complicated feelings about the murderer, Matt still felt protective over Dex. Matt decides he should give him something, a sign to come over so they could talk.
Matt showers, and sits on the couch, shirtless with a towel around his waist. He realizes he should clear his mind before he gets Dex’s attention, so Dex doesn’t feel obligated to do anything for him.
He loosens the towel and releases it, letting the air hit his half-hard cock. He exhales at the feeling.
He debates turning on the TV, playing some porn, but thinking about walking across the hall, knocking on the door to the apartment he was held in for a week, and waiting for Dex to eagerly appear has enough blood flowing between his legs already.
He uses his hand to rub some wetness from the tip along his dick and lets out a quiet moan.
Matt’s so focused on his objective he doesn’t notice until there’s already a knock on his door. Dex, fuck.
Matt reattaches his towel, which does a poor job of concealing his erection. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.
“Dex…” he doesn’t mean to sound breathless, but he does. “Come in, I’ve been want to talk.”
“To talk… sure.” He has a cocky grin across his face. Dex doesn’t know that Matt’s aware of the cameras, but he wonders if he took Matt’s actions as an opening.
“I was thinking of going across the hall tonight, to show you I was ready to talk.”
“I prefer here, where you’re comfortable.” Dex pushes himself into Matt’s apartment. He emphasizes the word comfortable, and Matt feels himself blush.
“Oh— I’ll change. Give me a minute.”
“No need. Why don’t we sit?”
Matt sits, where he was a moment earlier, and tries to ignore the throbbing between his legs. “I’m glad you’re here we have a lot we need to talk about—“
“Are you sure that’s what you want right now, to talk?”
“Yes Dex, you killed two innocent people in front of me.”
“Innocent, that’s interesting. Like you were innocently about to jerk off in the middle of your living room, after doing it under the covers all week?”
“Dex that’s not… how much are you watching me?”
Dex doesn’t respond, he just gets up and sits next to Matt. He drops a hand to Matt’s thigh, just below the hem of the towel.
“You don’t have to admit it, but I know this is what you were expecting to happen when you started to put on that show in the open.”
Matt squeezes his nails into his palms. Dex is right, he should have expected this to happen, that Dex would see it as an invitation.
“No I was going to go across the hall… I wanted a clear head. I didn’t want you to feel obligated again.”
“Obligated?” Dex laughs. “Every second I’m not touching you is torture…”
Dex slips his hand under the towel, higher up Matt’s thigh. Matt groans and rolls his head back.
“Matt, tell me. What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me.”
Dex angles his body more towards Matt. “That’s it? I can tell you what I want, if it helps.”
Matt nods. Knowing might help him feel less like he’s taking advantage of the bizarre relationship.
“I want you to fuck me into your mattress. I want you to fuck my throat so hard I cry. I want you to spit on me, to slap me and tell me I’m worthless. I want you to use me until you’ll never be satisfied with any of your flavors of the week again. Please Matt. Punish me for my sins. Let me give you what you deserve for being so good.”
“Fuck Dex, you can’t talk like that.”
“Really? You need to stop me then—“
Matt cuts Dex off with a kiss, using a hand to hold his jaw and direct his face towards his own.
The action wipes the confident smirk off Dex’s face, and his energy suddenly shifts to submissive. Matt groans and deepens the kiss, allowing their tongues to briefly battle. Matt easily wins.
Dex starts using his hands to explore Matt, his abs and chest and he’s inching closer to untying the towel around Matt’s waist.
Matt breaks the kiss, panting. “Stop. On your knees.”
Dex quickly complies, dropping to the ground between Matt’s legs, awkwardly trapped by the coffee table.
Matt feels on the edge already at Dex’s obedience. He rests once hand on the top of Dex’s head, and uses the other to feel his face, tracing over scars and sharp cheekbones.
“Do you want to suck me off, Dex?”
“Yes Matt, please—“ Dex’s heart is beating out of his chest, and Matt knows he’s telling the truth.
“So go ahead then.” Matt leans back, and motions to his crouch.
Dex lifts off his heels at Matt’s direction and unties the towel, letting Matt cock spring free. Dex looks up at Matt as he leans in, using his hands to position the base.
“Thank you…” Dex whispers under his breath as he moves closer, licking a long strip up Matt’s cock.
Matt grips the couch with one hand and Dex’s head with the other as Dex hollows out his checks and sucks Matt down. Dex moves forward and back with the perfect pressure, and all Matt can focus on is holding off his orgasm so it will last longer.
“Fuck sweetheart you’re so good, the best mouth I’ve ever had.”
Dex hesitates, maybe wanting to debate the use of the word ‘good’, but Matt doesn’t let him pop off, instead holding his head right where it is and thrusting forward, down Dex’s throat. Dex’s light moans of protest sends vibrations through Matt, and he’s cumming, shooting down Dex’s throat without warning.
Matt holds Dex in place as he comes down, surprised at how much he enjoys the sound of Dex choking on his dick, fighting to move back.
When Matt releases Dex he sits back, panting. Matt realizes with a grin Dex finished in his pants at some point during the blowjob.
“Good job Dex, thank you.” Dex brightens even more at the praise. “Next time you’ll let me touch you, right?”
Dex just nods. He must remember Matt can’t see, because he croaks out “yes, I mean— whatever you want.”
“I want you to stay over tonight, can you do that?”
Dex knows he shouldn’t, but he still agrees.
That night, Dex falls asleep in Matt’s arms, happier than he remembers ever feeling. The buzzing in his head is completely silent as he falls asleep. Maybe I don’t need to kill anymore, if I'm Matt's.